From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

The four Corpse Ancestors hurriedly retreated, and the elder sister covered her mouth and nose, glaring at Wu Teng with disgust, and exclaimed, "Really, even if elder sister's cooking skills are unparalleled throughout history, there's no need to keep stuffing food into her mouth, is there? Now look what's happened, she's got diarrhea!"

Muto, who still retained a shred of consciousness, trembled uncontrollably, but he didn't utter a single word. He simply ordered his men to carry him to the infirmary.

The samurai and ninjas also accompanied them.

Only the last emperor remained as the referee... However, the culinary competition continued, and several Japanese servants from the vicinity came over to clean up the mess.

Although the last emperor was a puppet, he still had to maintain appearances...

Chapter 1352 No More Expectations

When the four Corpse Ancestors swaggered down from the judges' stand, the crowd below made way for them, their faces filled with awe.

Without him.

Simply because these four "compatriots" who had sided with the Japanese dared to force their superior to eat that contaminated food in such a setting—

That's truly brave!

thereafter.

Once the filth around the judges' stand was cleaned up, the remaining chefs continued to serve dishes for the last emperor to enjoy.

As for the two bowls of soup, one large and one small...

The last emperor, citing reasons such as "this dish is very delicious and should be taken back to enjoy slowly," "it can be heated up if it gets cold," and "there are still many other chefs' creations that have not been tasted," ordered his servants to take away the two bowls of soup so that he could continue to preside over the culinary competition.

After what had just happened, the last emperor had lost his appetite. He simply couldn't bring himself to eat anything that wasn't of Junshiro's caliber.

finally.

Hong Fugui enters the stage.

As the lid slowly opened, beams of golden light shot straight into the sky, even brighter than the sun.

Roar--

After that, a magnificent and grand sound resounded in the hearts of everyone in the room.

It wasn't a dragon's roar that reverberated through the sky, yet it stirred the blood.

Unlike the roar of a tiger that stirs up storms, it stirs the heart and soul.

"It's a rooster crowing."

Jiang Liu smiled slightly, revealing the crux of the matter.

"That's right!"

"It really is the crowing of a rooster!"

"Hong Fugui truly lives up to his reputation as the Empress Dowager's imperial chef; he can actually make such dishes!"

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

"..."

While everyone was praising Hong Fugui's superb culinary skills, only Chunshiro turned his gaze to Jiang Liu and clenched his fists.

He could succinctly reveal the secret behind Hong Fugui's culinary skills...

Just how skilled is Nobi Shinsuke in cooking?

With his skill, the Nine-Turned Intestines was definitely not his peak; it seemed more like a dish specifically designed to counter Nobuyoshi Muto.

joke!

Its purpose seemed to be to embarrass Muto in front of all the Chinese people present.

This is no joke.

In an instant.

Junshiro's mind echoed Jiang Liu's slightly teasing tone: "I prefer the word 'parody,' what do you think, Mr. Junshiro?"

Junshiro's eyes narrowed as he looked at "Nobi Shinsuke," only to see him staring intently at the work in Hong Fugui's hand, with traces of blood flowing from between his clenched fists.

Shinsuke Nobi···

Do not!

He might not have this name, and he might not even be Japanese!

Mr. Junshiro, do I think you are very clear about what your country is doing?

It is heading down a path of self-destruction!

Your ability to make Shenglong dumplings is not something that can be achieved by simply practicing in the kitchen; it requires traveling throughout China and experiencing the civilization of the land!

Junshiro's heart sank, but the other party was not wrong. He was able to achieve such culinary skills because he had never left Shenzhou in recent years and had gradually come to appreciate the civilization of Shenzhou.

Although China may seem to lag behind the rest of the world, it possesses unique characteristics that other countries do not have.

That is "civilization"!

Japanese civilization...

It was also influenced by the civilization of China.

He had also learned about Western systems; while technologically advanced, they were unsettling...

That's not civilization, that's the way of the beast.

The system pursued by the West is essentially an extension of the law of the jungle!

Individuals living under any system must possess value and utility!

If it loses its value, then it will be "killed"!

And the civilization of China—

It may seem backward, but it is actually incredibly advanced. Its only drawback is that it is too advanced, which has led to major problems in its practical application, namely in the realm of science and technology. Furthermore, the limitations of the "family-run" mentality have further hindered the implementation of the technology.

therefore.

Once the many insightful people in China complete the "implementation of science and technology" aspect, the power of this civilization will absolutely shock the world!

and so.

Junshiro knew very well that his hometown was simply not big enough to take over the entire land of China.

Who exactly are you?

Junshiro questioned in his heart.

Who I am is not important; what matters is that I am one of the many masters of this land, while you are merely a guest.

Upon hearing this, Junshiro was startled, realizing that "Nobi Shinsuke" was not only good at disguising himself and reading minds, but his strength was probably also extremely formidable.

Do you want your hometown to continue to exist?

Are you threatening me?

Junshiro was extremely shocked and furious.

No, it's just stating a fact.

The voice existing in Junshiro's mind was extremely calm: "You are very clear that your hometown is embarking on a path of self-destruction."

You love your hometown, but you are powerless to change it, so you choose to pursue the pinnacle of culinary skills. In China, you experience the power of "civilization," which allows your culinary skills to break through previous bottlenecks and reach what you consider the limit.

but.

You will never reach the level of Grandpa Hong Fugui.

Because isn't your behavior itself a form of self-deception?

Junshiro was shaken to his core, for the other party had truly seen through him...

at this time.

As the lid was fully opened, the golden light subsided, allowing everyone to see the delicious food that Hong Fugui had prepared.

Fried rice with egg.

Unlike the fried rice Jiang Liu and the others had tasted, this fried rice was made only with rice, eggs, and salt. The rice grains were plump and glistening, with a golden sheen, and faint lines could be seen flowing within them.

The faint aroma of food wafted through the air, not strong, yet refreshing, instantly dispelling the remaining foul odors in the room, leaving no trace.

Looking at the fried rice, surrounded by white steam and shimmering with golden light, it vaguely resembled a rooster perched on top, raising its head and crowing.

"This fried rice dish is called 'When the rooster crows, the world turns white,' hoping that the haze will dissipate across the vast land of China."

Hong Fugui didn't go into much detail about how he made this egg fried rice; he simply mentioned the name of the dish and his wish.

Instantly.

The last emperor, who had just picked up his spoon, was stunned. It wasn't that he didn't want to taste it, but rather that the "weight" contained in this egg fried rice was simply too heavy.

Can this puppet emperor sweep away the demons, monsters, and evil spirits from the land and resolve internal and external troubles?

The fundamental reason why Fugui was willing to devote all his efforts to making this delicacy was only one—

Even though that last emperor is now a sinner to the whole of China, he was still just a human being.

The last emperor remained silent for a long time, gazing at the plate of "The Rooster Crows and the World Turns White," which was as dazzling as gold and as clear as jade beads. He made up his mind, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.

In an instant.

Two lines of clear tears fell.

No amount of flowery language could describe the taste of this plate of fried rice. The last emperor could only think of two words:

good to eat.

Besides that, another emotion was brewing in my heart.

That was a strong expression of dissatisfaction with the Japanese pirates!

Because the last emperor had only recently attained enlightenment, he could not glean any profound truths from the fried rice like Jiang Liu and others, nor could he improve his cultivation. However, the emotions contained within the fried rice still resonated with his mind and body.

But all he did was eat. No matter how much dissatisfaction he had, he could only swallow it down and vent it on eating fried rice.

Hong Fugui's feelings towards this last emperor of the Qing Dynasty—

There is no more expectation.