Who gave this heretical practitioner permission to cook?

Chapter 1 One second he was pouring his heart out to his junior sister, the next he was transported to the world of "One Meal to Fame"?
[As a chef, cutting yourself during a competition shows a lack of basic skills!]

[That "three-point fish sauce and wasabi pan-fried beef steak" they made, and they even named it "Premium Beef"? I can smell the fishy smell even through the screen!]

Even the vampires in the castle next door shook their heads when they saw the plating and ingredient list. Pure blood diluted with wasabi—even a demon wouldn't do something so heinous!

I think he'd be perfectly suited to be a demonic cultivator in the Five Poisons Sect. He could easily poison someone with a wave of his hand. Even the "Nine-Turned Intestine" next door doesn't have his pungent smell. Well, look what happened, he's taken himself down first~

Malanshan, the scene of the live broadcast of "One Meal to Fame" from 86 to 16.

Xia Ming glanced at his left hand, which was wrapped in a cloth strip, and then at the screen in the lounge. He frowned.

"No, I was just having a heart-to-heart talk with my junior sister on the forest path outside Blood Blade Peak. Where did I end up all of a sudden?"

"Time travel? Even if I were to time travel, I'd have to find my guts and retrieve the Bloodline Pill she stole from me first!"

After working as a cook for 30 years in the infamous Blood Blade Sect of the Nine Provinces, he finally managed to refine a "Postnatal Bloodline Pill" from the blood residue left by the sect's talents right under the nose of the Blood Blade Demon Ancestor. After consuming it, his "Blood Fusion Demon Cultivation Method" would be completely repaired.

Unexpectedly, just after he finished refining the pills, he encountered a major calamity in the sect. He managed to escape by chance and rescued his junior sister, whom he had admired for a long time, on the way.

He originally thought it would be a story of two people living happily ever after and roaming the world together, but unexpectedly, his junior sister stole his hard-won "Acquired Bloodline Pill" when he was not paying attention.

Faced with such an ungrateful person, Xia Ming didn't tolerate it and turned to discuss "human anatomy" with his junior sister.

"Mo Shan is bullied. He's been a cook at Blood Blade Peak for 30 years. Do you really think I'm a pushover? If it weren't for his impure bloodline, these self-proclaimed geniuses wouldn't even be a match for him if they were all tied together."

Despite his complaints, he had no choice but to accept the fact that he had transmigrated.

After all, stories of mortals traveling to another continent are not uncommon in the folk tales of the Nine Provinces.

This young man, who shares the same name as him, is the owner of a barbecue restaurant in Sichuan and Chongqing. He is very handsome and has great skin.

Luckily, I wasn't born into the "Blood Blade Sect," otherwise I would definitely have been drained dry first, then my blood and marrow would have been extracted and refined into a youth-preserving pill.

Because of his handsome face, his barbecue restaurant is quite famous in the area. Of course, most of his customers are women, which eventually annoys the men who are pursuing these women.

It's unclear who did this, but the original owner was investigated for fire safety issues and the shop was shut down. He wanted to restart the stove, but he encountered repeated obstacles in the process. In the end, he had no choice but to leave Sichuan and Chongqing and find another place to live.

Just then, the audition for the show "One Meal to Fame" was held. He went with a try-it-out mentality and surprised everyone. Although his barbecue was not particularly outstanding except for its fancy presentation, he was still selected into the top 86.

However, after the audition was revealed, he was also labeled by netizens as a "show-off" who believed that the show kept him on simply because he could attract female viewers.

That's why the comments from netizens were so harsh after the original host made a mistake midway through the game.

Xia Ming has a deep understanding of this.

"It seems that handsome men in any world are prone to attracting hostility from the same sex. Back when I was working as a cook, that son of a bitch 'Big Scar' still caused me trouble because the saintess couldn't forget me."

"It's alright, I'm not a petty person, it's just that in the end he didn't live up to his reputation."

Feeling a slight pain in his left hand, Xia Ming didn't take it seriously. This minor injury was more normal than breathing for a demonic cultivator and wouldn't bother him at all.

"Although I'm still a little unaccustomed to it, I guess I need spirit stones (money) to survive in this world!" "Although the world order is much more peaceful than that of the Nine Provinces Continent, the struggle for fame and fortune is pretty much the same in every world, and even mortals need to eat!"

Although there was only half an hour left in the competition, for Xia Ming, who had lived and worked as a cook in the Demon Sect for 30 years with zero negative feedback, completing a semi-finished dish was not a difficult task.

So, he walked lightly from the lounge back to the competition venue.

As soon as I entered, I saw a judge wearing a gray suit, round-framed glasses, and with some white hair on his head questioning a chubby chef across from him.

"Do you make your own hot pot broth?"

"No."

Upon hearing this answer, judge "Tse Ting-fung" paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Well, little princess, you're out!"

The chubby chef across from them looked completely bewildered, and Xia Ming, standing beside him, subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

Judging from the original owner's memories, "hot pot base" is essentially a mixture of seasonings. Back in the Blood Blade Sect, the kitchen staff also had something similar in principle.

"So, for this judge, he would prefer the taste of the food being prepared on-site?"

After keeping this in mind, he turned his head and saw a judge with a mustache standing in front of a plate of fatty intestines, hesitating.

He knew that the chef who made this dish had messed up with the same dish before, which was why the judges were hesitant to take a bite. But at the same time, he also noticed that the staff present were all looking on with amusement.

On the large live broadcast screen at the top of the stadium, there was also a lot of discussion about the dish and the chef.

"Isn't this a kind of reputation? When traveling in the Nine Provinces, one's identity is self-made. As long as you can make a name for yourself, who cares if you're Black Demon or White Fiend? You'll get resource support!"

Seeing that judge Zheng Yongqi finally put the fatty intestines into his mouth, Xia Ming realized that in this competition, there would basically be no unfair behavior of eliminating someone if they didn't eat.

"They really follow the rules. If this were the Blood Blade Sect, the cook would probably be thrown into the blood pool before even serving the dishes! But I can take advantage of this."

After making up his mind, he originally wanted to observe the preferences of the last judge, but seeing that the judge had not yet reviewed the contestants, Xia Ming had to give up.

Back at his own table, looking at the grilled meat that was so beautifully arranged it was almost superfluous, he didn't hesitate to take a bite. But the next second his expression changed drastically.

"Damn, what kind of garbage is this? If you threw this into the River of Souls to feed the fish, the fish would hesitate!"

The sticky sauce, the cooled roast meat mixed with a hint of human blood, and the unknown spices made Xia Ming instantly realize that the original owner was not wronged in being targeted. You have to love what you do. If you're a chef, don't always think about making ducks. You have to improve your skills!
He understood that, judging by the standards of those two judges, the barbecue would definitely not pass.

Seeing that there were only 27 minutes left on the big screen, Xia Ming stretched out his right hand without hesitation.

"Production team, I request to go into the 'ingredient inventory' and select new ingredients!"

(End of this chapter)