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

Gu Jingzhou paused, picked up his knife and fork, and was about to show Gao Yang's dishes to the camera.

He suddenly realized that he had unknowingly eaten the entire dish, leaving not a trace.

"Cough cough."

His face flushed red with embarrassment. He coughed twice on purpose and looked up at Gao Yang.

"Hey Gao Yang, could you make another one? I'd like to explain it to the audience."

"hiss."

The entire room fell silent, followed by gasps of shock.

Who is this?

This is Gu Jingzhou! He's a veteran in the catering industry, someone who's tasted countless delicacies in his lifetime. And now he's asking a chef for another serving before he can explain it to them.

What does this mean?

This shows that Gao Yang's dishes were so delicious that the judges couldn't resist sitting quietly in their seats, forgetting to take pictures or give comments, and just focusing on tasting the food, leaving not a single drop of soup behind.

The gambling king's lips froze instantly.

That jade-white jade dish was the result of countless days and nights of training the Sand Tower, his most outstanding work, yet it had been defeated by Gao Yang.

"sure."

A short while later, Gao Yang brought up another Italian crispy foie gras musta.

"Look."

Gu Jingzhou sat up straight, his expression solemn, and showed the camera to everyone.

He held a knife in his right hand and gently sliced ​​open the foie gras.

With a single cut, the foie gras sliced ​​open effortlessly, like water, revealing its delicate pink interior.

The camera panned across the screen, projecting the foie gras onto the large screen without any obstruction.

"I was also curious at first, why call it foie gras Mousse?"

Gu Jingzhou held a knife and fork, gently touching the surface of the foie gras, his tone full of admiration.

"Judging from this, it's clearly foie gras cut into pieces and then pan-fried; it doesn't look like mousse at all!"

"It wasn't until I tasted it that I realized Gao Yang had made foie gras into a mousse, cooled it, cut it into pieces, and then fried it in oil."

"His control of the heat was just right, the outer skin was crispy and the center was slightly cool. With one bite, it was like eating ice cream. The foie gras melted completely in your mouth, and the aroma filled your entire oral cavity."

The audience was amazed by his explanation.

"My God, this is absolutely amazing."

"Yes, yes, I've never heard of this practice before."

"Even Elder Gu said so, Gao Yang is truly amazing, I am completely convinced."

Xu Qinyun took the microphone and continued to add.

"Moreover, you can't just look at the foie gras; this pasta dish itself also took a lot of effort to prepare."

She picked up some pasta with a fork.

"As you can see, there's a crust on the bottom of this pasta. That's formed when the starch is baked at high temperatures."

"Gao Yang first cooks the spaghetti, then transfers it to a frying pan, puts cheese in it, pours in some starch water, and frys it like potstickers, creating a crispy crust on the bottom."

"This crispy crust adds layers to the otherwise soft dish, making the texture even richer."

She looked at Shata.

"Your ramen is also very delicious. The rich broth you make is rare in the country, and the noodles themselves are smooth and chewy. It can be said to be an exceptionally good dish."

"But compared to Gao Yang, your dishes lack a bit of human touch."

Xu Qinyun's voice was transmitted through the microphone throughout the entire venue, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

She didn't deliberately show favoritism; instead, she pointed out the problems directly, her words hitting the nail on the head.

The gambling king's pupils contracted instantly in the audience.

Yes, he forgot.

Chinese people are different from Europeans.

Europe emphasizes standardized food preparation processes, with all seasonings measured precisely to the gram and all cooking processes having specific timeframes.

He trains the sand darts according to European standards.

However, his past victories made him complacent and he gradually forgot the warmth and kindness of the Chinese people.

He suddenly stood up as if he had thought of something.

"Judges, I have an objection. A competition is a competition. The only thing to judge is whether the dish tastes good or not. Human touch is just an empty concept."

The gambling king's voice was extremely loud, and everyone in the venue could hear it clearly.

Gao Yang frowned, about to retort.

Unexpectedly, Gu Jingzhou's aged voice came out first.

"Vague and ethereal? I know some of your deeds, and I'm somewhat familiar with your methods. If I'm not mistaken, this Emerald White Jade Noodles from Shata has appeared at the competition for the 63rd time."

"And you, the famous gambling king, relied on this tactic to open the betting market and win 62 times, right?"

At this moment, Gu Jingzhou stroked his beard, looking like a judge, sitting high up and judging the gambling king.

A shrewd glint flashed in his eyes.

Being in a high position means taking on responsibilities. He came to Yicheng for two reasons: first, to be a good judge; and second, to have caught wind of the gambling king's whereabouts.

The gambling king, like an eel, has been active all over the world, constantly adopting minors to serve as his tools. His methods are cruel and outrageous.

Now that the gambling king has finally appeared in China, how could Gu Jingzhou possibly leave him alone?

Do you really think he didn't realize that Shattrath had advanced?

The audience erupted in uproar.

"What?! They won 62 times? All thanks to this dish?"

"They really do have one trick up their sleeve and can make a living anywhere."

"So, do you think this is the only dish Shata knows how to make?"

The audience's chatter surged like a tidal wave.

The gambling king's face immediately darkened.

He never expected that his previously tried-and-true method would actually backfire here.

He never expected that someone in China would be investigating his actions.

He looked at Gu Jingzhou.

Gu Jingzhou sat in his seat, gazing at the gambling king. Their eyes met, and an invisible spark ignited between them.

"Fine, you're very good. I admit defeat."

The gambling king's face was so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water, and he looked at the people on the stage as if they were dead.

"Don't let me catch you leaving China."

He coldly uttered a sentence, his face expressionless, and walked off the stage.

"Shata, come back, let's go."

He looked at the sand tower on the high platform.

Shata trembled at the sound and looked at Gao Yang with pleading eyes.

Gao Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly grabbed Shata's arm.

"Don't be afraid."

Gao Yang said calmly, looking at the gambling king.

The gambling king was so angry at the sight that he laughed, a flash of murderous intent crossing his eyes.

Shata dared to betray me today, so he cannot be allowed to live.

In his heart, he had already sentenced Shata to death.

But Shata shouldn't die here; she's still useful.

The gambling king sneered and muttered something under his breath.

"not good!"

Alarm bells rang loudly in Gao Yang's mind.

The gambling king just used this trick to force Shata to submit, and now he's going to use the same trick to forcibly take Shata away.

However, the distance was too great, and by the time he rushed to the gambling king, Shata had lost control of his body.

"We're doomed!"

There are too many things in this world that defy science.

He looked at Shata.

Shata's eyes gradually became vacant, his limbs stiffened, and he slowly walked off the stage.

He grabbed Shata's arm, but for some reason, Shata was surprisingly strong. After only a slight pause, he was about to take Gao Yang with him.

"Don't let him take the sand tower away!"

The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.

After the audience realized what was happening, they quickly surrounded the gambling king.

The gambling king snorted coldly and took out a packet of powder from his pocket.

"You think you can stop me?"

He made a move as if to throw it to the ground.

Gao Yang was dragged away by Shata, step by step, away from the stairs, and could only watch helplessly as the gambling king was about to attack the audience.

At this critical moment, the gambling king was hit by something and fell to the ground.

"Gambling King, stop struggling and surrender!"