The feeling of being disturbed while dining is never pleasant, and the situation where deliciousness weirdly vanishes in one's mouth is naturally the same.
Refusing to believe it, Nakiri Erina continued to fork up a piece of King Crab leg, soaked it thoroughly in the curry sauce, and stuffed it into her mouth with slightly rough movements.
The result this time made her even more depressed; even the impact upon entering her mouth had been reduced significantly.
The King Crab leg meat during the chewing process tasted just like chewing wax!
"Pah!" Nakiri Erina furrowed her brows and spat the crab leg meat into a napkin.
Vaguely, Nakiri Erina saw that large quail standing on one leg, bending its neck backward like an 'Iron Bridge,' its large, furry face giving her a disdainful 'King's Contempt.'
"Is this the influence brought about by the previous dish?"
"But I don't have the aftertaste of the previous Sweet and Spicy Roasted Quail in my mouth at all right now."
She couldn't figure it out at all—how could such a situation occur with high-star cuisine where even the God's Tongue couldn't taste any obvious defects?
"Can he already present a gourmet illusion? The limit of this dish is not merely possessing the quality of a high-star dish," Chapelle praised Auxis after a brief taste. "I have high hopes for this disciple of yours."
"I also have high hopes for him." Auxis's bitter smile contained a deep sigh.
This King Crab, Lobster, and Oyster Trio had completely reached the level of high-star cuisine; he could even see that this dish possessed the potential of a Special-Grade dish.
However—Mark was currently facing a genuine monster.
"Is he a Special-Grade among Special-Grades?" Various chaotic emotions were mixed within the long sigh.
If it weren't presented right before Auxis's eyes, he wouldn't believe there existed a genius destined to become a Special-Grade Chef.
Even if he used the same ingredients as Mo Bai, he feared he couldn't achieve the latter's level.
"I just don't know what kind of impact it will have on the smug and self-satisfied Mark after his confidence suffers such a heavy blow." Auxis held deep worry in his heart.
"Excuse me, I need to leave the seat for a moment," Zhang Yu, with his blessed facial features, apologized with a smile and a cupped-fist salute.
"No harm, remember to come back quickly."
"This young man's performance is just about to begin." Nakiri Senzaemon nodded, seemingly implying something.
Below the stage, Mo Bai had finished the tomato sauce and was taking out the golden dough, which released light like the sun, from the glass bowl.
The golden dough was rolled into strips in his hands and then divided into nine portions.
Mo Bai picked up one portion and continued to roll it into a long strip, lifted the two ends to twist it into a braid shape, placed it back on the board, and rolled it into a long strip again... After doing this several times, Mo Bai pulled apart the dough in his hands, in which the gluten had fully intertwined together.
He lifted it slightly, then violently slammed it downward.
Pa!
A crisp sound resounded through the entire venue.
"Hey, hey, hey! This is fake, right?!"
"Can noodles make this kind of sound?"
The students were startled unexpectedly.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have thought it was the sound produced by a whip-like object lashing out.
Mo Bai buckled, stretched, and pulled; the loud sound of whipping rang out again!
Noodles that could produce such a crisp sound must be incredibly chewy, right?
The onlookers, the students, swallowed their saliva just thinking about it, watching Mo Bai's flowing noodle-pulling performance.
"Indeed, one can tell from the sound that these are chewy noodles." Bai Zishu felt a slight doubt in her heart. "But wouldn't they be a bit too hard? It's high-gluten flour to begin with, plus such a method... there are four middle-aged and elderly people at the opposite table, you know?"
"His previous few dishes took great care of the customers' conditions; there's no reason for the final dish to detach from the diners themselves."
"Could there be some other mystery in these noodles?"
The nine portions of glistening golden noodles entered the pot and began to be stirred clockwise; each strand of noodle unfurled with the flow of water. At the same time, Mo Bai placed the Mandarin fish meat, which had just been shaped earlier, into the boiling oil for a second frying.
"What is he doing?" Nakiri Erina couldn't help but ask.
In her view, if you are boiling noodles, just boil noodles properly; if you are frying fish, just fry fish properly. There was really no need to show off techniques.
Bai Zishu didn't answer, her eyes flashing with a light of excitement.
Indeed, it wasn't necessary, but once he did so, it meant her guess was right—there was indeed a mystery in the noodles.
When the golden-yellow Mandarin fish meat cubes were fully cooked and fished out, the pasta was also seventy to eighty percent cooked.
They saw Mo Bai swiftly remove the oysters from the fish soup, toss in onions, and then put the pasta into the fish soup.
"Absorbing flavor through the fish soup? For straight-body pasta, wouldn't the timing be a bit too late?" Nakiri Erina asked again in confusion.
"For ordinary pasta, it would indeed be a bit late." Bai Zishu lightly licked her pink lips; she hadn't looked forward to someone else's cuisine this much in a long time.
Hearing Bai Zishu's words, the look in Nakiri Erina's eyes as she watched Mo Bai's busy figure became even more confused.
"Ordinary pasta? Is there some other pasta pulled out by that kind of ramen method?"
"Service!" Mo Bai, having completed the dish, slapped the service bell.
"Main Dish Chinese Name: Head in the Blue Sky. Japanese Name: Squirrel Mandarin Fish Tomato Pasta."
At the moment the waitress announced the dish name, Zhang Yu, who had temporarily left his seat, finally returned.
"Begin the evaluation."
Nakiri Senzaemon lifted the lid. While golden light shot up into the sky, a seductive aroma bomb detonated once again, and a sea composed of sweet and sour scents swept across the entire venue.
For a moment, the sounds of hunger from empty stomachs resounded through the clouds.
The onlookers, the students whose stomachs were making noises, were completely unaware of it. They were stretching their necks one by one, their faces intoxicated, entering deep breathing mode to absorb the seductive sweet and sour aroma in the air.
In the white porcelain dining plate, the golden pasta had been deliberately rolled into a tower shape. On the red tomato sauce poured beside the pasta, the golden Mandarin fish meat cubes were dazzling, and the oysters, white and plump, were placed on the slope of the pasta without directly touching the tomato sauce.
Just like Mark's Main Dish, it didn't use any other decorations. The entire plate of pasta looked just like a golden castle.
A pasta castle? It sounded a bit weird.
They couldn't think of any other more appropriate description, simply because their appetite was running wild!
The judges all picked up their forks in unison, rolled up a forkful of pasta, soaked it thoroughly in tomato sauce, and immediately stuffed it into their mouths!
Even with their cheeks bulging and their faces distorted, they began to chew regardless of their image!
"Mmph, mmph, mmph! What on earth is this?!"
The sour and sweet delicious tomato sauce had firmly pried open Nakiri Erina's appetite from the moment the fragrance exploded, not to mention the satisfaction that multiplied instantly upon entering her mouth.
With every degree of chewing, those incredibly chewy noodles burst open in her mouth.
The delicious onion-flavored broth that exploded out merged with the sweet and sour tomato sauce, and red electric currents crackled from within her oral cavity.
The red currents wandered over the surface of her fair, tender skin. With every inch of skin they passed, the breathing of Nakiri Erina, whose breath had become rapid, would involuntarily tremble endlessly.
Her golden bangs were stuck to her forehead by sweat, her bright violet pupils lost their high-lights, and glistening water stains seemed to spread from the corners of her mechanically chewing lips.
The young girl's body trembled lightly, as if something in her chest was rising higher and higher.
"I can't... I can't hold it back anymore~~"
The coquettish, trembling scream could melt a three-inch blade into soft steel wrapped around a finger.
The sound of tearing fabric rang out loudly, and pieces of clothing flew through the air!
Spring scenery—enchanting!
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