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| The doors opened, light spilling out, and the first to step down as a gray-haired person. They scanned the crowd, immediately spotting Phainon at the front, then rushed forward to grab his hand. "Ah, Chef Phainon! I'm your idol... no, wait, you're my fan... no, that's not right! Anyway, I can't believe I finally get to meet you!" | The doors opened, light spilling out, and the first to step down as a gray-haired person. They scanned the crowd, immediately spotting Phainon at the front, then rushed forward to grab his hand. "Ah, Chef Phainon! I'm your idol... no, wait, you're my fan... no, that's not right! Anyway, I can't believe I finally get to meet you!" | ||
| + | Phainon felt an instant bond with the gray-haired person. "You carry something fascinating... I see it now. It's the passion to push the limits of taste!" | ||
| + | "... Honored guests, welcome to Grand Chrysos. Please, allow me to show you to your seats..." | ||
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| + | The other master chefs tactfully ignored the starry-eyed exchange between Phainon and the gray-haired persono. Hyacine quickly stepped in, leading the Astral Food Express delegation inside. | ||
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| + | To welcome the challengers from afar, Grand Chrysos invited a hall full of diners to join the feast, even bringing the long-retired culinary legend " | ||
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| + | "The banner the Trailblazer snuck up at your door was an exaggeration. We come without hostility. The Astral Food Express is here to share knowledge with the Amphoreus chefs, and to bring the interstellar cuisines we've gathered to your people." | ||
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| + | "Miss Himeko, you're too kind. Chefs under heaven are one family. Friendship first, competition second. There is, however, another matter where we need your help..." | ||
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| + | "I hereby declare the culinary showdown between Grand Chrysos and Astral Food Express has officially begun!" | ||
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| + | First round: The theme " | ||
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| + | "... Little Ciphy, aside from how you'd even make a dessert out of fish, it's still better to win fair an square." | ||
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| + | Soon, both sides selected their first contestant. For Grand Chrysos, the manager Castorice stepped forward herself. Her dish: Antila Frost Sugar Pudding Tower, also called... "An Embrace from Beyond." | ||
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| + | From the Astral Food Express, a pink-haired girl in a festive dress took her place. She fumbled a little in the kitchen, then proudly held up a strange drink. "My entry is this: The ' | ||
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| + | "She just mixed up salt and sugar again, Dan Heng." | ||
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| + | Castorice' | ||
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| + | "The bitterness of the Antila flowers soaks into the pudding and balances out the sweetness. What a perfect match! To think the bizarre chef formerly known as 'Hand of the River of Souls' has grown this much..." | ||
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| + | "As for Chef March' | ||
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| + | The diners whispered among themselves, and even the judges were excited, jotting down scores with spoons and straws in their mouths. The only one looking wistful was Hysilens. "Why does everyone' | ||
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| + | The second round: The theme "Cold Dish" was announced by the judge, the Seismic Walking Dragon, Terravox. This hermit, master of archaic cuisine, gave a low rumble as he declared the subject: " | ||
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| + | Grand Chrysos sent out master chef Mydei, matched against the Astral Food Express' | ||
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| + | "Chef Mydei, may I ask... how does this relate to the theme ' | ||
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| + | "If you taste carefully, you'll notice an unexpected sweetness. It comes from a ' | ||
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| + | "Stop, Mydei. Just stop." | ||
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| + | Then came Dan Heng's dish. "This is Cold Marinated Scalegorge Jellyfish, titled ' | ||
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| + | The refreshing taste... it really feels like transforming into one of the Vidyadhara..." | ||
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| + | "But the judge Terravox ate it with tears streaming down his face. Wait, aren't dromas only supposed to eat redsoil...?" | ||
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| + | Third round: the theme "Main Course" | ||
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| + | Before Anaxa could finish, his throat seized, his eyes widened, and he toppled straight backward. The Flame-Chase Army, already prepared, rushed to catch him and carried him back to his seat. | ||
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| + | "Soo the theme is ' | ||
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| + | "What happened to Professor Anaxagoras... wait, that cup! It's the Express' | ||
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| + | Aglaea stepped forward. " | ||
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| + | "Lady Aglaea really is treating this more like an exchange than a competition..." | ||
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| + | By now, each side had only one contestant left... Naturally, it was Phainon and the Trailblazer. | ||
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| + | "Both last to appear... looks like you and I are the same kind of kitchen deliverers!" | ||
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| + | As the crowd erupted in cheers, Aglaea and Himeko exchanged a look, each thinking the same thing. "This is going to be a blazing journey of ' | ||
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