Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

"What's going on? Why does Shata seem like a completely different person?"

"Look at her eyes, what happened to her?"

The media immediately noticed the most crucial detail and raised their cameras to point at the sand tower.

Su Wanqing was also watching the live recording on TV, and she couldn't help but frown when she saw this scene.

"Go check."

She uttered two words calmly.

"Yes."

Qian Liu immediately went outside and began investigating everything.

Gao Yang, who was present at the scene, also found it very strange.

Shata had just finished recounting his ordeal, explaining why the gambling king had turned into this state after standing up, like a swaying lamp emitting a faint light that had been suddenly brightened, leaving it devoid of any warmth.

He turned to look at the gambling king.

The gambling king had a satisfied look on his face, with the corners of his mouth curled up.

Gao Yang felt a sudden jolt; a strong intuition told him that this matter was inextricably linked to the gambling king.

He glanced at Shata again.

Shata was completely absorbed in the dish, kneading the risen dough with both hands, his movements even, even his breathing rhythm was the same.

As the air bubbles are gradually expelled from the dough, it becomes smoother and smoother, and soon it is kneaded into a long, thin column.

She cut off a piece of dough, held it in her hand, and opened her arms wide.

The dough seemed to be made of water, and it folded in my hand without any resistance.

"Look, look! Such steady hands, such speed, and not a single noodle broke! How much practice must that have taken!"

"Even the ramen chef downstairs from my house isn't as skilled at making noodles as she is. She's amazing!"

"She's so good, can Gao Yang really win?"

The murmurs and discussions reached the ears of the gambling king.

The gambling king smiled with satisfaction and crossed his legs.

A slight smile played on his lips; he was very satisfied with the result.

The judges on stage also shook their heads.

"It seems Gao Yang will have a hard time turning things around this time."

A deep worry appeared in Xu Qinyun's eyes.

"This young girl's skills are so proficient that even ordinary masters would probably have to learn from her."

Liu Jianye was inwardly clapping, but he didn't show it on his face, deliberately using a sad expression to cover up his inner joy.

"Yes, this player named Shata is quite skilled. Gao Yang might be in trouble with her this time."

Gu Jingzhou nodded slightly.

He could tell that Shata didn't look like a human at all.

However, the competition had already begun, and there was no way to stop it. They could only wait quietly until the competition ended before investigating.

Below the stage, those who believed they could win by betting on the sand tower started shouting and booing Gao Yang incessantly.

Gao Yang ignored him, knowing that his dishes had reached their most crucial moment.

He picked up a knife and carefully removed the blood lines from the foie gras.

This is the source of the fishy smell. If not handled properly, the entire piece of foie gras will become fishy and bitter, making it inedible.

The blade slices across the surface of the foie gras with precision, much like a surgical procedure, without damaging the tender meat inside, while completely separating the blood vessels and fascia hidden deep within.

His movements were like those of an ice dancer—clean, crisp, and elegantly natural.

"So fast!"

Some viewers stared at the big screen, expressing their sincere admiration.

However, most of them looked disdainful.

"What the hell? They're still dealing with the internal organs."

"Exactly, what's so special about foie gras? What's he trying to do, get criticized like he does with roast meat?"

"Come on, come on, I think Gao Yang is just overrated. A chef like him should step down as soon as possible, so as not to delay the later competitions."

Countless insults drowned out the praise, surging towards Gao Yang like a tidal wave.

The gambling king's smile grew increasingly unrestrained.

Shata's cooking skills are not actually that outstanding, and he can't compare with those top masters. However, he wins every competition by spreading rumors and causing trouble. His goal is to break down his opponent's mentality and increase his chances of winning.

Now, he has achieved his goal; at least 80 percent of the people present are booing Gao Yang.

For an average person, their hands would be shaking so badly they wouldn't be able to cook properly. Someone with even weaker mental fortitude would probably have given up immediately.

However, this time, he miscalculated.

He didn't know that Gao Yang was a reincarnated person.

In his past life, Gao Yang was a world-class chef who cooked in front of heads of state and a huge audience. How could he have his mentality collapse because of a little bit of criticism?

His movements became faster and faster, isolating all the insults and preventing even a single sound from reaching his ears.

In just a moment, the entire piece of foie gras was intact, with a warm and delicate pink color, and the fishy and turbid smell of the offal had completely disappeared.

"Too fast, really too fast."

When the foie gras was projected onto the big screen, Gu Jingzhou couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Yes, it's been a long time since I've seen this kind of technology. This is practically a live performance; it's really amazing."

Xu Qinyun's eyes were full of admiration as she waved her fan and held it in front of her.

Liu Jianye's eyes were filled with resentment, but he still forced a smile.

"Look at Shata, Shata moves very fast too."

Over there, Shata had almost finished cooking, and she carried three large bowls from Haikou up to the high platform.

"Please enjoy the Jade White Noodles."

Her voice was faint, revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

Gu Jingzhou frowned as he looked at the noodles in front of him.

The broth was milky white, garnished with some chopped scallions, and topped with a layer of translucent substance. Apart from that, it was impossible to tell what it was made of.

The camera panned across her ramen dish, which was then displayed flawlessly on the big screen.

The audience fell silent upon seeing the ramen.

"This is ramen."

"Yeah, it's just a regular ramen, it doesn't look any different from the ones downstairs in my building."

"Can this kind of ramen really beat Gao Yang?"

The audience members who were just cursing Gao Yang are now completely speechless, as if they've all taken a poison to make them mute.

They looked at each other, and each saw a look of disbelief in the other's eyes.

They really couldn't believe that someone of this skill level could participate in such a competition.

Disappointment, anger, and a host of other emotions welled up inside me.

It's unclear who spotted the gambling king first, but the crowd gradually surged forward, with some even grabbing him by the collar.

They were all misled by the gambling king.

"Refund! Refund! Refund!"

The shouts echoed throughout the venue.

The gambling king showed no signs of impatience, and his smile remained on his lips.

"Don't rush, look up, the judges are about to start tasting."

His voice rang out, and his confident demeanor startled the audience, who all turned to look at the platform.

On the stage, Gu Jingzhou picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of ramen, and put it in his mouth.

All sound in the arena fell silent at that moment, and everyone watched Gu Jingzhou's condition with tension.

Gu Jingzhou closed his eyes slightly and paused for a moment, as if savoring the moment.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his eyes wide, his hands moved even faster, picked up the large bowl from Haikou, and desperately shoved the ramen into his mouth.

"What?!"