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"This is a Chinese menu I made. Would you like to take a look? I guarantee it's great value for money." Yamabuki Hanajin handed over the menu.

Sarah immediately spotted the four round meatballs on the menu.

"Are you sure it's free? If it's free, give me one of this dish." Sarah confirmed again and again.

"Yes, of course. Alright, it's time to show off your real culinary skills." Yamabuki Hanajin immediately put on an apron and rushed into the kitchen.

The shop owner asked calmly, "Do you need my help? You're not really good at cooking, are you?"

"Shopkeeper, don't underestimate me. I'll show you what a true culinary master is." Yamabuki Hanajin held a cleaver in one hand and a slotted spoon in the other.

The shop owner quietly prepared fried meat patties on the side, while Yamabuki Hanajin selected a good piece of pork belly to prepare braised lion's head meatballs.

This braised lion's head meatball dish really tests your ability to control the heat.

It's not like I've never succeeded in being a chef. Before, when I transmigrated and became Emiya Shirou, I was a very good insect.

As everyone knows, Shirou Emiya's main job is a chef, and his side job is an archer.

If he weren't a top-notch cook, how could he possibly feed Artoria?

And so, a culinary showdown began.

"Boss, do you dare to have a contest with me? If you win, I won't ask for my wages today. If I win, I'll not only take my wages, but I'll also add an extra dish to my dinner." Yamabuki Hanajin stared at the shop owner with a serious expression.

The shop owner took a deep breath. How many years has it been? Someone actually dares to challenge his culinary skills.

"Since you've issued the challenge, don't blame me for being impolite. I accept your challenge and let's see if my fried meat patties or your braised lion's head meatballs are more popular."

Instantly, the two were on the verge of exploding with tension, exuding a strong sense of gunpowder.

Areta cautiously peeked out: "You two aren't going to fight, are you?"

The shop owner remained calm as before: "Don't worry, this is a duel between chefs. I will fight for my honor and I will never lose to you."

Yamabuki Hanakami had changed into a chef's uniform at some point.

"I'm not the same person I used to be. Come on! The Chef King Competition is officially starting!" Yamabuki Hanajin immediately selected a piece of fine pork belly.

The most important thing to do when making braised lion's head meatballs is to mince the meat.

"I'd completely forgotten I was a demon today. Wind magic, mince meat!"

Countless wind blades swept across the piece of meat, and after a moment, it had turned into a lump of minced meat. It was just the right consistency after being gently squeezed a few times with your hand.

The next step is to season the minced meat.

Add a little salt, chicken bouillon, a little light soy sauce, oyster sauce, and a little dark soy sauce, then mix well by hand.

He used his superb dribbling skills to make four meatballs of the same size.

The shop owner's expression changed slightly. He had thought the girl was just bluffing, but it turned out she actually had some skills.

"In that case, I have no choice but to show you my true skills." The shop owner looked at the ingredients in front of him with a serious expression.

Yamabuki Hanajin had already started heating the oil, and when the oil reached 30% of its maximum temperature, she started frying the meatballs.

This is to fry the meatballs until they are set.

At this moment, the shop owner suddenly said, "Your meatballs are so big that they won't be cooked through in a short time. If you fry them for too long, you're likely to overcook them and make them tough, which will greatly affect the taste. You can't beat me with this kind of skill."

Yamabuki Hanajin grinned smugly. "Shopkeeper, aren't you underestimating me? You're paying for dinner tonight. Get it ready!"

Only the outer layer of the meatball really needs to be fried until cooked through. It's not very practical to fry four meatballs thoroughly.

"The next method is steaming."

Chapter 849 (Main Text 852) Today's defeat was in the fried meat patty.

"I see. Steaming the meatballs preserves their tender texture and, thanks to the previous seasoning, ensures they absorb the flavor to the fullest. That sounds promising!" The shop owner said, but he didn't think he was going to lose.

Having been a chef for decades, there's no reason I should lose to a little girl.

"You seem to have forgotten something. We run a restaurant. If we can't serve the food within twenty minutes, we might get complaints from customers. It's true that steaming preserves the texture to the greatest extent, but it takes a long time, conservatively estimated at an hour. Are you sure that's enough time?" The owner's meat was already coated with egg white and breadcrumbs and was being deep-fried.

When paired with a special sauce and vegetables, the taste is guaranteed to be 100% perfect.

But Yamabuki Hanajin laughed.

“Boss, I admit you have a good eye, but have you forgotten that there’s more to this world than just ordinary cooking methods? There’s also something called magic. With magic, nothing is impossible. As long as I infuse this dish with magic, its cooking speed will be greatly increased. Don’t forget, I’m a maid! It’s my duty to ensure my master eats on time.” Yamabuki Hanajin immediately cast a spell on the steamed dragon.

The shop owner's cheek twitched slightly.

You can even cook with magic? Are you sure that's not cheating?

"As a chef, the greatest responsibility is to provide delicious food for the guests; the methods are not important," said Yamabuki Hanajin righteously.

"Although it sounds like a rebuttal, what she said makes a lot of sense. However, even so, I won't lose to you when it comes to taste." The shop owner said with a serious expression.

Areta looked at the two seemingly impressive but actually clueless people in front of her and silently cheered them on.

Although she didn't know why the two people were competing.

"You think that speeding up the steaming of the meatballs is the limit? How could I not consider the loss in texture?" Yamabuki Hanajin heated oil in another pot, chopped the meat into small pieces, stir-fried it over high heat, added a little scallion, ginger and garlic, salt, soy sauce, oyster sauce and seasoning, and finally added a small amount of cornstarch slurry.

Make the broth in the pot thick and rich.

"My fried meat patties are ready. Ready to serve!" The owner quickly and efficiently shredded the vegetables.

No matter what, it's easy to get tired of fried food if you eat too much of it. Pairing it with vegetables and lemon juice makes it easier to cut through the richness.

At this moment, Yamabuki Hanajin's braised lion's head meatballs were also ready. The sauce was gently poured over the meatballs, releasing an aroma that penetrated to the very soul.

Areta began to silently swallow her saliva.

"Ready to serve!"

In front of Sarah were fried meat patties and braised lion's head meatballs.

"Esteemed guest, please tell me which of these two dishes you prefer." The shop owner asked with a serious expression.

"Then...then I won't be polite." Sarah never imagined that she, a treasure hunter, would one day become a gourmet.

She gently cut off a piece of fried pork cutlet with a knife, drizzled a little lemon juice on it, added a bit of dipping sauce, and then popped the cutlet into her mouth in one bite.

The breadcrumbs and egg mixture become exceptionally crispy after being deep-fried at high temperatures, so they are soaked in oil, but with the help of dipping sauce and lemon juice, they are not greasy at all.

The pork chops underneath were fried to perfection; with a gentle bite, the rich, juicy meat burst in your mouth.

"Delicious~~~" Sarah never expected that she would be able to eat such delicious food in her lifetime.

The shop owner remained calm and composed, as if he had long expected his dishes to be praised.

This is the confidence I have after decades of being a chef.

"Miss, please try this dish." The manager pointed to the braised lion's head meatballs made by Yamabuki Hanajin.

Sarah looked at the steaming lion's head in front of her and couldn't help but drool.

"Since you put it that way, I won't stand on ceremony." Sarah opened her mouth wide, took a big bite with the thick soup coating her lips.

In that instant, the deliciousness permeated my very soul.

The lion's head meatballs undergo both steaming and frying, resulting in distinct layers of texture. Combined with the broth on the tape, every bite is pure bliss.

Mmm~~~Delicious~~~

Areta kept swallowing her saliva.

I can't take it anymore, I feel like I'm going to die from craving it.

"Alright, please tell me which of these two dishes you prefer?" At this point, the shop owner finally realized something was wrong.

Sarah looked troubled, but in the end she pointed to the braised lion's head meatballs made by Yamabuki Hanajin.

“Although I like both dishes very much, I feel that this one has a more distinct texture. The meat is more tender. If I had to choose one, I would still choose this meatball. Is this a free meal? Then I won’t be polite,” Sarah finally understood why her great-grandfather refused to leave the abandoned mine in his later years.

If I could eat such delicious food every week, I wouldn't want to leave.

The shop owner's expression became very serious.

He looked at Yamabuki Hanajin with a serious expression.

Areta thought the two were about to fight, and she was already thinking about how to break them up.

"You... are a genius!" The shopkeeper looked at Yamabuki Hanajin with a serious expression.

"Ahem, you flatter me, but this is just one of the countless dishes I know." Yamabuki Hanajin feigned modesty.

The shop owner's expression gradually became serious.

How long has it been since my cooking skills have improved?

The people in this other world have such a low standard for delicious food that their culinary skills have virtually no chance of improving.

The shop owner seemed to see his younger self in him, sweating for his dreams.

"Girl, let's prepare for the second round in a bit." The shopkeeper looked at Yamabuki Hanajin with a solemn expression.

"Don't cry if you lose again," Yamabuki Hanajin said with a smile.

No matter what, I'm a mother now, how could my cooking skills be too bad?

Sarah was eating when the restaurant door suddenly opened, and two people walked in side by side.

On the left is an old man, and on the right is a wandering samurai.

"Shopkeeper, the same as always," the old man said with a smile.

The wandering samurai greeted the shopkeeper as well: "Me too, the same old thing."

However, the shop owner seems a little different today.

Although he was already middle-aged, his eyes still shone with the passion of a young man.

"Has something happened?" the old man asked curiously.

"Indeed, there are two things." The shopkeeper walked over and lowered his voice: "Old William is dead, but he should have died of old age."

The old man and the wandering samurai's expressions changed slightly, but they quickly understood.

That old man was almost a hundred years old; it's not unreasonable for him to die of old age.

"What about the second one?"

"We've got a super talented chef at our restaurant, would you... like to try some of the new dishes?"

Chapter 850 (Main Text 853) Sweet Tofu Pudding vs. Savory Tofu Pudding

The old man and the wandering samurai looked at each other in bewilderment upon hearing the shopkeeper's words. The setting of this other world was definitely a food wasteland. Despite their seemingly extraordinary status, these people had never actually eaten anything good. The shopkeeper's Western restaurant was like a ray of light in the darkness for them. But now the shopkeeper said that a super talented chef had arrived.

Just one sentence piqued their interest. What kind of chef could make someone like the shop owner exclaim how amazing he was?

"Since you've put it that way, then I have no choice but to try the delicious food prepared by this new chef. What new dishes are available in the restaurant?" the old man asked, stroking his beard.

The shop owner told them to wait a moment, then turned to ask Yamabuki Hanajin.

Yamabuki Hanajin approached them with a smile, only to find an old man standing before her. Immediately, a delicious dish came to Yamabuki Hanajin's mind.

"I have a question for you two. Have you ever eaten tofu pudding?" Yamabuki Hanajin looked at the two of them curiously. The two of them shook their heads at the same time. They had never even heard of such a thing, let alone eaten it.

"This is a very peculiar food that can be eaten in two completely different ways." Yamabuki Hanajin immediately rushed into the kitchen, then picked up her phone and ordered two servings of soy milk.

As we all know, tofu pudding is divided into two major categories: sweet tofu pudding and savory tofu pudding. The battle between sweet and savory tofu pudding is likely to be the largest war in human history, lasting for decades.

Making tofu pudding is actually quite simple. Soon, my takeout arrived, and the delivery guy was the same one from before.

Boil the freshly made soy milk, place two bowls on the table, add a small amount of glucono-delta-lactone to each, and pour the 90-degree soy milk in portions. After ten minutes, the soy milk will solidify into tofu pudding.

Then comes the seasoning step, which is where the difference between savory and sweet tofu pudding lies. Relatively speaking, sweet tofu pudding is easier to make. Boil water in a pot, add sugar and fruit, and simmer it into a syrup that is crystal clear and has a bright color.

The final step is to drizzle the syrup over the tofu pudding, and the sweet tofu pudding is complete. Of course, in summer, you can also chill it for an even better taste.

Next, make the savory tofu pudding. Cut a small amount of chicken, add Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, bay leaves, and dried chili peppers, stir-fry over high heat until fragrant, add water, and season with light and dark soy sauce. After the water boils, add a small amount of cornstarch slurry. The resulting broth is fragrant and delicious. Use a slotted spoon to remove all the spices from the broth, then pour the broth over the tofu pudding, add a little garlic juice, chili oil, and cilantro, and it's ready to eat.

"Gentlemen, these are the sweet and savory tofu puddings I have carefully prepared for you. Please enjoy!" Yamabuki Hanajin revealed a confident smile.

The old man received savory tofu pudding, while the wandering samurai received sweet tofu pudding. The two looked at each other curiously, wondering why the same food could be made into two completely different flavors.

Driven by curiosity, the two of them took a bite.

"This sweetness...it's incredible! How is such a soft ingredient made? The soft texture, the clear soy milk, plus the sweetness on the outside, this dish surpasses most desserts I've ever eaten. It's absolutely perfect." The old man was very happy.

The wandering samurai took a bite of the salty tofu pudding.

"This flavor... is rich and lingering, and combined with its soft and smooth texture, it's simply divine. But I don't understand, how can anyone eat this with sugar?!" The wandering samurai couldn't help but complain, "Salty and savory is the way to go."

"Bang!" The old man slammed his fist on the table. "I can't pretend I didn't hear what you just said. This kind of thing is best served with syrup! Salty tofu pudding! Tell me, how can anyone swallow salty tofu pudding? Even a dog wouldn't eat this!"