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"What did you say? Are you questioning my taste?" The wandering samurai glared fiercely at the old man.

“Your taste is already this bad, and you still want me to question it?” The old man was not afraid at all.

Yamabuki Hanajin had a completely "watching the show is better than anything" mentality, and was happily finding amusement on the sidelines.

The shop owner immediately stepped in to dissuade them: "It's just a meal, there's no need to fight. Why don't you just eat your own food?"

The old man exuded a powerful aura: "You simply don't understand, tofu pudding must be eaten sweet."

The wandering samurai exuded an aura no less imposing than the old man's: "You don't understand, tofu pudding has to be salty."

The shop owner covered his face helplessly: "Gentlemen, if you want to fight, you can go out first and come back when the fight is over."

"I want to vindicate sweet tofu pudding; this should be called a tribute to the kingdom."

"I want to vindicate savory tofu pudding, long live savory tofu pudding!"

"Tofu pudding must be sweet!"

"Tofu pudding must be salty!"

The shop owner looked at the two elderly people speechlessly.

You two are almost 150 years old combined, and you're arguing over a piece of tofu pudding?

"If all else fails, why don't you try eating different things? Maybe you'll discover a whole new world?" The shop owner looked at the two elderly people in front of him with curiosity.

"No way!" they both roared simultaneously.

"Savory tofu pudding is a cult and should disappear from this world."

"Sweet tofu pudding is a cult and must disappear from this world."

Just then, Yamabuki Hanajin, who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines, casually said, "You two, do you think it's possible that tofu pudding can be neither savory nor sweet, but must be spicy!"

"Absolutely impossible! If anyone in this world makes spicy tofu pudding, I'll hunt them down to the ends of the earth. This stuff has to be sweet!" the old man roared.

"Tofu pudding must be savory. Sweet tofu pudding should not exist in this world!" the wandering samurai roared.

The store manager gently nudged Yamabuki Hanajin with his hand: "You're responsible for solving the trouble you caused."

I never expected someone with thick eyebrows and big eyes like you to learn how to shift the blame.

Since that's the case, I'll lend you a hand again.

"Let's put the tofu pudding debate aside for a moment. I also have fried dough sticks and twisted dough sticks here, in both savory and sweet flavors. Which one would you like?" Yamabuki Hanajin asked with a smile.

"It has to be sweet!" The old man slapped the standard forcefully.

"It has to be salty." The wandering samurai slammed his hand on the table.

Just then, a cold female voice came from the depths of the world.

"If either of you dares to damage my property, I'll tear you both down!"

It was the voice of the older woman in the red dress from before.

The Crimson Queen of this world is one of the six great gods who created the world.

Both of them simultaneously shrank their necks.

"I'm not going to argue with you. Give me something sweet."

"I won't argue with you, give me something salty."

Chapter 851 (Main Text 854) The Sweet vs. Salty Battle in Another World

Two years ago, Heinrich was just an ordinary soldier.

One day, the castle he was responsible for guarding was attacked by the enemy. Because the enemy outnumbered him, the captain sent him to the nearest city to request reinforcements.

Heinrich mounted the fastest horse, wore the lightest armor, took the fastest sword, ate a good meal, and galloped towards the nearest city.

But the distance between the city and the castle was too far. Despite Heinrich’s desperate whipping of the horse, it was exhausted and lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth, after only traveling half the distance.

In order not to delay the rescue, Heinrich made up his mind to deliver the rescue message on his own two legs.

Although human endurance is strong, it is ultimately no match for that of a horse. Even a horse can run itself to death, let alone a human.

Moreover, Heinrich faced a very important problem: he was hungry.

Human strength comes entirely from food. As the saying goes, "Man is made of iron, food is made of steel; you'll get hungry if you skip a meal."

Although he had a delicious meal when he left the fortress, a day had already passed.

Just when Heinrich was exhausted and thought he would not be able to complete the mission, a very strange-looking restaurant appeared in front of him. Needless to say, it was a Western restaurant owned by the owner.

He enjoyed a delicious meal of fried shrimp there, but then he was embarrassed when it came time to pay. In his haste to get there, he had lost everything he had on him, including his wallet.

Left with no other choice, Heinrich had to use his family heirloom sword to pay off the debt.

Finally, when he arrived in the city, he reported the attack on the castle to his superiors. Because the troops were dispatched in time and successfully defeated the enemy, he was awarded military merit.

Now he guards a castle on his own, which can be considered a small achievement.

But when he went back to look for the restaurant, he found that it was long gone, and he was very disappointed.

Until yesterday, the wandering samurai told him the truth about the Western restaurant.

It turns out that this Western restaurant is only open on Saturdays.

Moreover, there was a similar gate near the castle where he was stationed.

"Fried shrimp, here I come!"

Heinrich was stationed in an area close to the desert, which is why seafood was extremely rare there.

At that moment, Heinrich pushed open the door of the Western restaurant and appeared before the many diners.

"Sweet tofu pudding is unbeatable!"

"You're talking nonsense! Salty tofu pudding is the best!"

Heinrich had just entered the Western restaurant when he saw the wandering samurai and the old man almost come to blows over their debate over whether something was salty or sweet.

This wandering warrior is no ordinary person; he is a swordsman from the Western Continent with formidable strength.

As for the old man, I felt like I'd seen him somewhere before, but I couldn't quite place him.

"Welcome! What would you like to eat?" Areta greeted them with a smile. She was now very familiar with this job. Although the customers who came to eat here were all kinds of people, they were all nice people.

"Fried shrimp! Give me fried shrimp! Lots and lots of fried shrimp!" Heinrich's face was filled with excitement.

He survived two years ago because of fried shrimp. He has a fanatical pursuit of fried shrimp and believes that it is the most delicious food in the world, bar none.

"Please wait a moment. Is there anything else you'd like?" Areta hesitated for a moment before saying, "We're having an event today, and we'll be offering one serving of every dish on this menu for free."

As she spoke, Areta placed the menu, handwritten by Yamabuki Hanajin, on the table.

"Since these are all new dishes, you can try them for free. Would you like to give them a try?" Areta's face was full of smiles.

Although Yamabuki Hanakami seems a bit strange, she is still very good to me.

She had secretly kept one of the braised lion's head meatballs for herself.

If it weren't for the fact that they were the same gender, Areta would have even been tempted to offer herself to him.

"A new dish?" Heinrich reached out and gently pinched his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Can all the seafood be provided for free?" Heinrich asked specifically, since seafood was very expensive where he lived.

“Of course, the first dish on this menu is free.” Areta began to look forward to it, wondering what kind of dish the guest would order.

After a moment of contemplation, Heinrich noticed that the menu listed Longjing Shrimp.

“Shrimp? Although shrimp is very precious, isn’t it a bit wasteful to order two servings? Let’s choose something else. By the way, do you have any good recommendations?” Heinrich looked at Areta beside him.

Areta swallowed hard. "I recommend you choose the braised lion's head meatballs, the one that the lady next to you is eating. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

"Lion's head? They even have such a terrifying dish? Sorry, I don't have that kind of taste." Heinrich couldn't help but shudder at the thought of chopping off a lion's head and serving it as a dish.

Given this rare opportunity, I think choosing seafood is more cost-effective.

The menu features a wide variety of seafood, such as crab, tuna, sea cucumber, and eel...

"Ribbonfish? What kind of fish is this? Why have I never heard of it? Is it also a fish from the sea?" Heinrich asked with a curious expression.

Areta looked embarrassed; she didn't know what it was either.

"Excuse me, I'll go ask." Areta immediately turned and went back to the kitchen. After finding out, she happily came out: "Yes, it is indeed a fish from the sea, but it's much cheaper than other shrimp and crabs. Are you sure you want to order this dish? Sweet and sour braised ribbonfish?"

"I've never tried it before, so I want to give it a shot. It doesn't matter if it's cheap or not, it's all free anyway, and I also ordered fried shrimp, so don't forget to call them for me." Heinrich looked on expectantly.

The old man and the wandering swordsman next to them were still arguing about whether sweet or savory tofu pudding was tastier.

I reckon they'll never reach a conclusion in their lifetime.

At this moment, in the kitchen.

The shop owner and Yamabuki Hanajin exuded an aura of tension.

"Another customer ordered both your and my dishes. Let's start the second round of the battle." The owner was still upset about the previous defeat; I had actually lost to a little girl in cooking.

"Shopkeeper, are you sure you won't cry if you lose again this time?" Yamabuki Hanajin immediately grabbed a ribbonfish to prepare it.

"Aren't you underestimating me? Since you've put it that way, I have no choice but to show you my true skills. Let me show you what a chef of the new era is like!" The shop owner exuded an unimaginable aura of pressure.

It looks like this uncle is serious.

"I will absolutely not lose to you!" Yamabuki Hanajin unleashed an equally formidable aura, and a culinary battle was about to erupt. Who will emerge victorious? Stay tuned!

Chapter 852 (Main Text 855) Fried Shrimp vs. Sweet and Sour Braised Ribbonfish

This is a battle between culinary delights.

Yamabuki Hanajin quickly grabbed a ribbonfish, washed it with clean water, cut it into small pieces, and made incisions on each piece with the blade of a knife to make it easier for the marinade to penetrate.

Add pepper powder, ginger powder, scallions, ginger, garlic, sugar, cooking wine, and a little salt to a bowl, mix well, and marinate until flavorful.

The shop owner meticulously prepared fried shrimp on the side.

This time, he was risking his dignity; he absolutely couldn't lose to this brat.

Heat oil in a wok until it reaches 70-80% of its maximum temperature, then deep-fry the marinated ribbonfish. After a short while, a rich aroma wafts from the kitchen. Areta occasionally peeks in with her head slightly raised. Although she has a pair of black goat horns on her head, she looks more like a little kitten.

A few minutes later, the fish meat and bones were fried until crispy, and Yamabuki Hanajin casually prepared a sauce.

This dish is called braised ribbonfish, so it's not just about frying. Finally, pour the prepared sauce into the pot and reduce it over high heat.

Almost simultaneously, the shop owner's fried shrimp were also ready.

Peel the shrimp, coat them with egg and breadcrumbs, and deep-fry them until golden brown and crispy. They look very appetizing.

"Come on, let's settle this in the second round." The shopkeeper looked at Yamabuki Hanajin with a serious expression.

Yamabuki Hanajin stared fearlessly at the shop owner, and the two of them simultaneously served their dishes to Heinrich.

Without the slightest hesitation, Heinrich speared a fried shrimp with his fork, put it in his mouth, and took a big bite.

His face instantly broke into a look of pure enjoyment.

He waited two whole years to get that one bite from me. Do you know how I got through those two years?

Heinrich closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the moment.

After finishing the fried shrimp, Heinrich looked at the braised ribbonfish next to him.

"You can bite right away without worry, no need to spit out the bones. The fish bones are fried and then stewed, so they're already as soft as mud. Enjoy!" Yamabuki Hanajin was quite confident in her cooking skills.

Heinrich took a bite with great anticipation.

The fresh aroma of the fish, the sweetness of the sauce, and the smooth texture of the meat instantly fill your mouth.

"Excellent, truly excellent! I never imagined I could not only eat taro, but also cook it so deliciously. It's simply a rare find!" Heinrich gently pressed his tongue against the fish and discovered that, just as Yamabuki Hanajin had said, the fish bones were already soft and could be easily chewed.

"Alright, now state your choice. Which of these two dishes do you think tastes better?" Yamabuki Hanajin stared at Heinrich.

Heinrich didn't hesitate at all: "Is there even a choice? Of course, it's fried shrimp. From now on, fried shrimp will be my life's faith. No other food can compare to fried shrimp."

"Hey? Do you even know how to eat? How can you let your personal emotions influence your meal? You should appreciate delicious food with a fair and impartial perspective, not with strong subjective desires. You're a knight, how can you be biased!" Yamabuki Hanajin retorted furiously with a blank expression, and Areta immediately covered Yamabuki Hanajin's mouth from behind.

"Fried shrimp is the most delicious thing in the world! Nothing makes me feel better than fried shrimp. Boss, two more servings of fried shrimp! I'm going to eat my fill today! And pack one more to go!" Heinrich said with a determined look on his face.

The shop owner shrugged slightly.

"I also want to keep a low profile, but my strength won't allow it. Now you know the difference between us, right?" The shopkeeper looked at Yamabuki Hanajin with a relaxed expression.

"Isn't it too early to decide the winner now? Our record is tied one to one. If we're going to compete, then it'll be best two out of three. This time, I'll make you admit defeat." Yamabuki Hanajin waited for the shop owner.