Look, look!
Using Victor Hugo's poem "The Poet Goes Walking in the Fields" to evaluate desserts.
Class!
That is absolute class.
Chapelle's praise greatly nourished Mo Bai's vanity, even though before this he had only heard of Hugo's "The Hunchback of Notre Dame", "Les Misérables", "The Man Who Laughs"... and never thought Hugo wrote such coquettish poetry.
An elder is truly an elder; you other judges need to learn this advanced posture properly! Don't just say "Your dish can be served in an X-star restaurant" or "Your dish is good enough to be a signature dish at X restaurant" all day long. Hearing that doesn't get me excited at all, dammit!
Apologize to me!
Mo Bai, posturing with unfounded confidence, critiqued the crowd with his eyes.
The elder Chapelle's evaluation continued.
"The honey scent, floral scent, malt scent, and cake scent—four elements in one—explode the moment the sugar shell is bitten open. The fragrance lingering in the nasal cavity makes one feel as if they are in a garden for afternoon tea where fresh flowers are in full bloom. The exquisite sweetness of the three also gladdens the heart in that instant."
"Aside from those three types of sweetness, there is a sweetness that makes one feel happiness, transmitted from the chef's hands to the diner's heart..."
"Culinary Heart. I never imagined that at your age, you would comprehend the highest technique of a chef." The kindness in Chapelle's eyes made Mo Bai extremely awkward. "And in the application of the Culinary Heart, everyone here, except for Head Chef Dōjima and Head Chef Zhang Yu, likely falls behind you."
One sentence landed, and the whole venue went into an uproar.
The judges, feeling that Chapelle's words implied something specific, thought for a moment and reminisced...
Holy crap! This young man's previous dish was Hua nation cuisine, right?
Two completely different dishes, yet they share a harmonious taste.
A Culinary Heart effect that spans different fields of two cuisines?
Could it be the rarest Flavor Harmonization type Culinary Heart!?
Having figured out the mystery in Chapelle's words, the judges looked at Mo Bai with eyes glowing green like hungry wolves.
Leaving aside how much inspiration having such a young man by their side would bring to their own use of Culinary Heart, just the Flavor Harmonization type Culinary Heart possesses a function comparable to the God's Tongue when developing dishes.
Seeing the restaurant managers around him planning to snatch the person, Zhang Yu's fat face darkened. "I don't buy your nonsense! You wicked old geezer!"
"Judging from your performance at the start, this is your first time attempting baking, right?"
"Yes."
"Your talent is visible to the naked eye. Do you have any thoughts of transferring to learn French cuisine?"
"Uh, sorry. For some reasons, apart from making desserts, I currently have no plans to learn other cuisines." Mo Bai flatly rejected Chapelle's father-like care; he just felt it was creepy.
"Cough cough!" Sensing Chapelle's topic was veering towards abduction, Zhang Yu hurriedly coughed twice to declare his stance.
Chapelle subtly glanced at Zhang Yu's chubby palm, which had sunk a few centimeters into the table, and followed his heart (chickened out).
Fine, fine, fine, the status of you Hua nation chefs is all fought for with real swords and spears. I, Chapelle, submit.
"If you encounter any difficulties in baking in the future, you can come directly to Tōtsuki Academy to find me." Chapelle nodded at Mo Bai. "My evaluation result is: Pass."
The moment the evaluation result was announced, the judges, fearing Mo Bai would run away, surged forward like sharks smelling blood, surrounding Mo Bai.
"Mr. Mo Bai, do you want to join our Mexican restaurant?"
"Spanish cuisine, learn about it!"
"Italian cuisine welcomes you to join."
"I hope you can experience Russia's boldness (combat power)."
"My German stew is number one in the world!"
"England..."
"Scram!" xN
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"Damn, this bunch of chefs is truly scary." Mo Bai escaped from the zombie-like head chefs under the escort of Zhang Yu and Sena Hiromi.
After the successful breakout, the two victors, Zhang Yu and Sena Hiromi, were practically hooking shoulders and singing 'Today is a Good Day'.
"That's because of your Culinary Heart. A Culinary Heart that can harmonize flavors can greatly save time in developing new recipes." Sena Hiromi extended his hand. "Hello, Mo Bai. I am Sena Hiromi, Vice Head Chef of the Tōtsuki Resort. Head Chef Dōjima Gin has just sent a message; from now on, I will be responsible for your dessert baking studies every afternoon."
"Hello." Mo Bai looked at Sena Hiromi's serious demeanor and couldn't help but want to laugh; from the first glance during the assessment, he knew the latter had the essence of a shit-stirrer.
"I am Zhang Yu, General Head Chef of the Hua nation cuisine restaurant. From now on, you will study Chinese cuisine with me every morning and evening." Zhang Yu held his hands behind his back, seeming to try his best to display a suave and elegant air, but his overall rotund style completely failed to achieve the desired effect.
"Head Chef Zhang Yu, hello." Unlike his perfunctory attitude towards Sena Hiromi, Mo Bai was respectful towards Zhang Yu.
"Hey hey? I'm also a Vice Head Chef, can't you show me some respect?" The shit-stirring youth Sena Hiromi was unhappy.
"Do you have no clue about your own essence? Besides, if you can press a one-and-a-half centimeter palm print into a table, I'll treat you like a lord too." Mo Bai didn't back down at all facing the shit-stirring youth; he just retorted.
Little Bai had told Mo Bai about Zhang Yu's action as soon as the latter exerted force.
"..."
Should I say, as expected of a chef from the Hua nation? Ranking status by hardcore strength.
This ranking method... I submit!
Sena Hiromi was momentarily speechless.
"Hahaha, Little Brother Mo Bai praises me too much." Zhang Yu cupped his hands with a beaming smile; he found Mo Bai's flattery very agreeable.
"Head Chef Zhang Yu, just call me Little Mo." Mo Bai had a good impression of this slightly chubby, round-faced, and likeable uncle.
"Good, then I'll presumptuously call you Little Mo." Seeing Mo Bai's sincere eyes, Zhang Yu did not decline.
"Alright, you two stop whispering. Let's go, to celebrate Mo Bai's successful employment, and also to celebrate Head Chef Zhang Yu and I successfully snatching the talent, let's go to the bar for a drink." Sena Hiromi's essence as a shit-stirrer was revealed completely.
"Little Mo, can you drink?" With the addition of a high-level talent to the Hua nation cuisine restaurant, Zhang Yu indeed wanted to celebrate.
"I haven't drunk before, but I can try." Mo Bai felt that with his physique at the peak of humanity, drinking some alcohol shouldn't be a problem.
"Good! Let's go!"
Arriving at the bar of the Tōtsuki Detached Palace, Zhang Yu and Sena Hiromi began to flush red after just two sips of alcohol, spouting nonsense about their heroic youth and how beauties chased them in streams.
"Drinking with such poor tolerance?" Mo Bai had lines of black running down his forehead.
"Sir, your Oolong Tea." A pretty young lady served the Oolong Tea with a smile.
"Oh... hmm?" Mo Bai was about to accept it when he realized he didn't seem to have ordered any Oolong Tea. "Sorry, I don't think I ordered Oolong Tea."
"Impossible, Sir. The order clearly listed your table." The pretty young lady's big eyes were watery and sparkling.
"Did these two idiots order it?" Mo Bai looked at the two who were completely immersed in their own world, powerless to roast them. "Fine, I'll take it. Put it on their tab."
"No problem." The pretty young lady's big eyes curved into crescents.
Mo Bai's hand shook as he took the glass, spilling some Oolong Tea onto the table.
When Mo Bai hurriedly tried to wipe it with a napkin, the Oolong Tea on the table evaporated instantly.
Mo Bai: ???
The pretty young lady's smile gradually stiffened. "It is common sense that Oolong Tea evaporates in the air."
"I believe in your evil! Little Bai!"
[Beverage: Oolong Tea (Temporary Name)
Type: Mixed Alcohol
Specific Alcohol Types: Spirytus (96%), Vodka, Tequila...
Specific Drinking Method: If feelings run deep, down it in one heap.]
"..."
"Farewell!"
amidst the mysterious silent atmosphere with the pretty young lady, Mo Bai cupped his hands and fled the bar.
Even an idiot knows this was definitely instructed by that group of chefs still at the venue.
Can't afford to offend them, can't afford to offend them.
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