After preparing the shumai wrappers and filling them with meat, Satou quickly started steaming.
To fully cook such a large shumai, he needed to use charcoal fire without an open flame, which allowed the heat to evenly distribute throughout the entire shumai.
"Is he really steaming it in such a huge steamer? I wonder how a shumai this big will taste."
"Indeed."
Whether it was the terrifying knife work from before or this enormous shumai, Hojo Head Chef and others were filled with anticipation for the dishes Satou was making.
By this point, Satou's dish had become the most anticipated item at the event.
Foreign tourists and local Japanese citizens surrounded Satou's cooking station three layers deep, already quite impatient.
As for Momo, he was temporarily receiving little attention.
This made him feel very frustrated.
He hadn't expected that in the end, Satou would still steal all the thunder.
However, the most frustrated person was undoubtedly Tomita Jouji.
It was well-known that in past Gourmet Grand Prix, their Tomita Restaurant always took first place, firmly surpassing Kitajo Restaurant, which was in second.
But this year, all the limelight was stolen by Kitajo Restaurant.
"Your name is Satou, right? Could I taste your dish later?"
Momo walked over and gave Satou a polite smile.
"Of course, I'd also like to try your noodles later."
Satou smiled and said.
"No problem, of course."
Momo nodded and said, "However, although I lost to you in cooking technique, I won't lose to you in taste!"
Although Satou had surpassed him in the live cooking demonstration, the ultimate measure of a dish was its taste, and he was very confident in himself.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two hours had gone by, and wisps of steam began to rise from the steamer.
Momo's dish next to him was already finished; he had made Wonton Noodles, with noodles as fine as silver threads and full of elasticity, and crystal-clear, incredibly tender wontons, which were highly praised by the tourists.
As per their agreement, he brought over two bowls of Wonton Noodles and invited Satou and Miyoko Hojo to taste them.
Satou took a bite and his eyes immediately lit up; the noodles were incredibly springy, like rubber bands, bouncing back instantly with each bite, incredibly chewy.
Miyoko Hojo was equally shaken.
At Far Moon, only Satou and Kuga Terunori were stronger than her in Chinese cuisine. She had always believed her own skill was quite good, but upon witnessing a native Chinese chef this time, she realized her horizons were still too narrow.
This level of skill is almost comparable to the Elite Ten, isn't it? I just wonder, compared to Satou, who is more formidable?
This doubt only lingered for a moment before quickly disappearing.
Miyoko Hojo firmly believed that Satou was definitely more formidable.
Without any reason, she simply chose to firmly believe in Satou.
The Kitajo chefs beside them were also tasting the Wonton Noodles.
"Is this the power of Dragon's Roar Residence? Just sending out a junior disciple can create such a dish; it's truly impressive."
Everyone felt a chill in their hearts; in their restaurants, such chewy and delicious Wonton Noodles were absolutely impossible to make.
In previous years, if such a dish appeared in the gourmet section, it would undoubtedly take the top prize. In fact, Momo's dish was indeed very popular with tourists, and far more people tasted his dish than those made by chefs from other restaurants.
But this year was different.
Everyone couldn't help but look towards Satou; having already created a miracle in the knife skills segment, he might just deliver another surprise this time.
"Is your dish almost ready?"
Momo asked impatiently, his eyes fixed on Satou, clearly eager to know whose strength, his or Satou's, was truly superior!
Satou glanced at the time, nodded, and said, "Yes, it's ready, Miyoko, open the steamer."
"Okay!"
Miyoko Hojo nodded heavily, and without hesitation, she carefully opened the steamer.
Along with the dense steam, a rich aroma instantly swept through the venue, like a tornado.
A giant shumai appeared before everyone's eyes.
The tourists, who had been waiting with bated breath, upon smelling this astonishing aroma, rushed over from other cooking stations like sharks smelling blood, quickly surrounding Satou's cooking station, as if afraid they would be a step too slow and miss out on tasting the upcoming dish.
Please give flowers…
Even the Japanese, who usually paid great attention to etiquette, began to cut in line, and the whole scene was chaotic.
Just as Satou was getting a headache, Miyoko Hojo had already nimbly stood on a chair and loudly called out, "Everyone, please don't be disorderly. Please queue up to taste, otherwise, you will be disqualified."
This phrase "disqualified" clearly held great deterrent power, and the chaotic queue immediately became much more orderly.
Seeing that more than half of the tourists who were tasting his dish had vanished in an instant, all queuing in front of Satou's cooking station, indicating that his popularity far surpassed his own, Momo couldn't help but feel very frustrated.
What frustrated him even more was that his own master, impatient, had already taken a pair of chopsticks and, along with Hojo Head Chef and others, began to taste it.
"How do we eat this dish?"
Hojo Head Chef looked eagerly at Satou, and everyone else had the same expression.
Satou couldn't help but smile, walked over, and said, "You do as I do."
The skin of the large shumai was exceptionally soft, breaking with a poke. Satou tore off a piece of shumai skin, wrapped it around the tender and juicy pork inside, and then dipped it in the sauce on a small plate.
"Is that how it's done? What a novel way to eat. I just wonder if it's actually delicious this way."
Everyone exclaimed in wonder.
"Come, Miyoko, you try it first."
Satou smiled slightly and held the chopsticks to Miyoko Hojo's cherry lips.
"Huh? Satou, are you going to feed me?"
Miyoko Hojo's cheeks flushed. This was the first time a boy had fed her, and in public, no less…
"Miyoko, if Satou is feeding you, just eat it. What's there to be embarrassed about?"
Hojo Head Chef couldn't help but laugh heartily.
This famous ice beauty of Far Moon showed a girlish shyness on her face, glared at her father with a mix of shame and annoyance, then, blushing, gently opened her cherry mouth and let Satou feed her.
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