You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

The rapid knocking echoed on the stainless steel stove.

Hermann's chest heaved violently.

His white beard trembled slightly with anger.

In his view, this is the highest level of culinary competition in Asia.

Not using top-quality truffles and Wagyu beef is practically a betrayal of gastronomy.

Chen Yuan did not look at him.

He held the ordinary black iron pot steadily in his left hand.

He grabbed a piece of pork fat from the side with his right hand and quickly swished it around in the hot pan.

stab.

A thin layer of transparent grease instantly adhered to the pot wall.

This stopped Hermann from continuing his rambling.

"The game isn't over, shut up and step back."

Chen Yuan's voice was devoid of any warmth.

His wrist jerked suddenly.

The bowl of leftover rice, hardened with clumps, traced an arc in mid-air.

It landed steadily in the center of the scalding hot iron pot.

I didn't use a spatula to forcibly crush it.

Chen Yuan's left arm muscles bulged instantly, stretching the pure black T-shirt fabric taut.

The wrist vibrated at a high frequency that defied the laws of physics, causing the iron pot, weighing dozens of kilograms, to flip up and down.

call!call!call!

The iron pot whistled as it rubbed against the blue flames.

The cold rice clumps that were originally stuck together.

Under the terrifying centrifugal force and high temperature, it instantly shattered into pieces.

It transforms into countless crystal-clear grains of rice.

They leaped and collided joyfully in mid-air.

Not a single grain of rice fell outside the rim of the pot.

Herman instinctively took a half step back.

His eyes, which were originally full of anger, gradually widened.

He had been a chef for fifty years and had never seen such a domineering and precise wok-tossing technique.

This is not fried rice at all.

It's like controlling a storm.

Chen Yuan brought his right hand together.

Two ordinary free-range eggs were gently tapped on the rim of the bowl.

Crush the eggshell with one hand.

The golden egg liquid is under the influence of gravity.

It is precisely poured onto the rice grains that are tumbling in mid-air.

Sizzle—!

The egg mixture solidified instantly upon contact with the hot rice grains.

Chen Yuan's speed in flipping the wok increased dramatically once again.

Each grain of rice was evenly coated with a layer of golden egg batter.

Each grain is distinct and does not stick together.

He controlled the flames under the stove with absolute precision.

No scallions or soy sauce were added.

Only a pinch of the most ordinary fine salt was sprinkled into the pot.

"Take it off the heat."

The iron pot left a trail of afterimages in mid-air.

All the golden rice grains seemed to come alive, converging in the air to form a golden stream.

Not a single drop fell into the deep white porcelain dish next to it.

Chen Yuan casually picked up a pure silver hemispherical heat-insulating cover.

Snapped.

It fits perfectly onto the porcelain plate.

It locked in all the temperature and breath inside.

the whole process.

Less than three minutes.

"clang--!"

The gong rang again, signaling the end of the 120-minute match.

The entire arena was filled with the luxurious aroma of various top-quality ingredients.

It has the earthy aroma of black truffles, the fragrance of cognac, and the sweet, briny taste of bluefin tuna.

These aromas blend together like a lavish but crowded sensory feast.

Hermann, along with the other four judges, began to taste the dishes one by one.

From French foie gras to Italian white truffle risotto.

The judges nodded frequently and gave the scores in their notebooks.

When they arrived at the stove of Japanese cuisine master Watanabe.

The plate of top-quality bluefin tuna belly arranged in the shape of cherry blossoms drew high praise from the judges.

"The meat is tender and melts in your mouth; Master Watanabe's knife skills are indeed the best in Asia."

Hermann put down his knife and fork and gave it extremely high praise.

Watanabe crossed his arms, raised his chin high, and gave Chen Yuan a provocative glance in the far corner.

That "Dragon Scale" kitchen knife was already his.

at last.

The five judges walked up to stove number 99.

Facing the white porcelain plate with a pure silver insulated lid.

Hermann's brow furrowed again.

"I'd like to see what kind of trouble you can make with this reheated leftovers in three minutes."

He extended his hand, which was wearing a white glove.

Pinch the handle of the sterling silver lid.

Lift it up.

Click.

The moment the lid detaches from the porcelain plate.

There was no harsh sizzling sound, nor any fancy fog.

But in that very second...

A fragrance so pure it defies description.

It's like an ancient behemoth that has been suppressed for millions of years.

It burst through the cage with a roar.

That's the fresh, natural fragrance of rice from the fields, brought out by the perfect cooking temperature.

It's infused with the pure, rich aroma of free-range eggs.

The aroma is extremely overpowering.

It instantly spread like wildfire.

The entire arena was filled with the complex aromas of truffles, Wagyu beef, and seafood.

It was completely crushed into a negligible sewer odor.

The audience members who were whispering to each other had been sitting in the stands.

A deathly silence fell instantly.

Everyone was uncontrollably sniffling wildly.

An uncontrollable swallowing sound came from his throat.

Hermann stood frozen in place.

He was still carrying that pure silver lid in his hand.

His eyes were fixed on the pile of golden rice grains in the plate.

Each grain of rice was exactly the same size and color.

You can even see the layer of egg liquid covering the surface of the rice grains, which refracts an amber-like halo under the light.

There wasn't a trace of greasiness or grime.

With trembling hands, he picked up a clean silver spoon.

Scoop up a spoonful of fried rice.

Put it in your mouth.

The moment the teeth close.

The crispy egg skin and the soft, chewy rice filling explode in your mouth.

There are no extra seasonings to mask it.

Only the most original ingredients, under the catalysis of divine heat, reach the pinnacle of taste.

It was like a desert that had been parched for ten years suddenly receiving a refreshing rain.

Hermann's pupils trembled violently.

The silver cap in his hand clattered to the marble floor, leaving a dent.

He was shivering all over.

Two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks without warning.

"This...this is..."

He can't even speak properly anymore.

Seeing this, the remaining four judges disregarded any semblance of decorum.

They pounced on them like wolves that hadn't eaten for ten days.

Four spoons were simultaneously inserted into the white porcelain plate.

"Leave some for me! Don't steal it!"

"Get out of my way! This is mine!"

These are the judges who are usually aloof and comment on countless Michelin three-star restaurants.

At this moment, they actually started fighting in front of the stove over a bite of fried rice.

The spoon struck the porcelain plate with a crisp, clinking sound.

The renowned chefs sitting in the stands were completely dumbfounded.

Watanabe stands in front of stove number 98.

The overpowering aroma of fried rice wafted into his nostrils through the ventilation system.

He only took one sniff.

His legs felt like they had been ripped out of their bones, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

His prized bluefin tuna, faced with this pure aroma.

It's worse than pig swill.

His knife skills and his control of the heat were a complete joke in front of this young man.

Less than thirty seconds.

The five judges scraped the fried rice so thoroughly that not a single grain was left.

Hermann even picked up the white porcelain plate directly.

The most demanding chief judge, clutching the last bits of food on the plate, frantically licked them clean, tears welling in his eyes: "The greatest truths are the simplest! This is the true realm of culinary genius!"