"Mu Fan?"
Looking at the figure standing in the middle of the field, she couldn't help but wonder. Cheval Lina couldn't hide the excitement on her face.
Now that she had lost her sense of taste, only Mu Fan could fight Geno. As long as Mu Fan returned to the field, it meant that there was still a chance to salvage the situation.
However, when she looked up and saw that there were only about forty minutes left, she couldn't help but wonder. Cheval Lina sighed helplessly. Perhaps … With this amount of time, even she wouldn't be able to defeat Geno.
Cooking required time, and truly delicious dishes couldn't be completed in an hour.
Looking at Mu Fan standing in the middle of the field, Feng Gelihua was the first to react and immediately walked up to the stage. Cheval Lina said, "This competition is already over. As a chef, he doesn't respect the competition time at all. He should be disqualified if he's late, so I suggest that you disqualify Mu Fan."
"Yes, I suggest so too!" Ao Lan also chimed in. "If a chef can't even respect the time, how can he satisfy the customers' wishes in the future? Do you want the customers to wait in the restaurant for a few hours before he comes back to cook for them? "
Mu Fan looked at the three people from the School of American Cuisine coldly, then looked up at the score on the field. 'As I thought?' Cheval Lina couldn't participate in the competition, and Geno won first place.
It seemed that as long as Enetsu Gakuen wasn't stupid, he wouldn't disqualify him.
"I don't think so."
As expected, Shimiya Kojiro walked over and sneered. "According to the rules of the food festival, it's fine as long as you can cook within the time limit. Why would you be disqualified if you're late?"
At this time, Tangjima Gin took out the rules of the food festival from the Nippon Food Bureau and threw it to the two from the School of American Cuisine. He said calmly, "There's no rule that says that you'll be disqualified if you're late. As for the fact that there were too many chefs in the first round, it was just a temporary rule. There's no such rule in the third round where there are only ten chefs left."
"You!"
Ge Lihua frowned. She flipped through the National Gourmet Food Festival book in Tangjima Gin's hands two or three times. Just as Tangjima Gin said, there was no such rule.
The rules were just rules, but everything was still going on as usual. After all, the audience had already bought the tickets. It was impossible for the audience to go back and wait for the next day's competition just because of the chef. Cheval Lina was unable to participate, and she could not postpone the competition.
At the same time? The left gatekeeper glanced at Mu Fan, picked up the microphone, and announced loudly, "Since the chef who ranked second last time, Mu Fan, has returned, the competition will continue as usual. There are only 40 minutes left. Let's continue!"
"Great, I've finally caught up!"
After hearing the final result of the discussion, Ashina breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she clenched her fists and looked at Mu Fan encouragingly. "Mu Fan, I don't have a chance in this competition anymore. I can't make the winning dish in such a short time. I can only entrust the victory to you. Please win on our behalf."
Although Ashina did not know how Mu Fan would make the Rising Dragon Dumplings in such a short time, Ashina understood that this man would not be defeated so easily.
"Don't worry. I'm a chef. Naturally, I have to respect the competition and satisfy the customer's request."
Mu Fan carried two backpacks with a serious expression and came to the third table that belonged to him.
"Hmph!"
Geno, who was about to step onto the throne of the cooking star this time, could only leave with his tail between his legs when he saw Mu Fan participating in the competition again.
He stared in the direction of Mu Fan with a gloomy expression.
Although Mu Fan had returned, he had always been the number one in the American Culinary Academy. Naturally, he had his own arrogance. In such a short time, he did not think that Mu Fan could make a better dish than him.
Standing in front of the table, Mu Fan's heart was a little heavy.
In fact, he could not make the Rising Dragon Dumplings in such a short time. He had used five fantasy points to exchange for the recipe of the Rising Dragon Dumplings and used two fantasy points to maintain Hatsune's existence in reality. He only had one fantasy point left, and he could not exchange it for anything else that could turn the tide.
In other words, the current Mu Fan did not have the confidence to win.
Even so, Mu Fan still wanted to win first place. Ashina and Ying Lili could not suffer for nothing. He definitely could not let these people go back in one piece.
"Big Brother Mu Fan, come on, come on, we're here to see you!"
At that moment, an energetic voice came from the audience. Mu Fan's heart skipped a beat. He turned around and saw Hoenoko standing on her chair, holding a red flag with the words "Big Brother Mu Fan, come on!" written on it. She shook it vigorously at him.
Just as he shouted, he saw Kaimi Sonoda pull Hoenoko down from her chair with a red face. "Hey, Hoenoko, don't shout like that. It's so embarrassing to be watched by so many people!"
"Thank you, Hoenoko, for your encouragement."
Only Hoenoko could do such a rash behavior. Mu Fan could not help but smile, and then made an OK gesture to Hoenoko.
Unknowingly, the pressure in his heart was swept away by Hoenoko's encouragement. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, it seemed that his whole temperament had undergone a great change.
He came to the table and stared at the cooking tools on it.
The audience was stagnant.
The cooking had begun!
Mu Fan's line of sight saw the remaining pieces of fresh pork on the first seat. He did not hesitate to take them directly. The leftover ingredients of these chefs were fresher than those of the outside world. Since they dared to use these ingredients in the competition, there was naturally no problem for him to use them.
He happened to have no time to buy ingredients, so he could only use them.
Seeing Mu Fan pick up her ingredients, Noto Fei Shako was slightly surprised, but she did not stop him.
At the same time, because only Mu Fan was left in the field, at this time, Mu Fan was like a dazzling jewel, standing alone in the field, enjoying the glory of tens of thousands of people in the field.
To be honest, Mu Fan has never liked the feeling of being in the limelight.
But now, his heart was completely immersed in this kind of cooking realm, like some introverted singers, standing on the stage, once they heard the familiar melody, they would no longer be nervous.
At this time, he was not performing cooking, but enjoying the time of cooking.
"Mu Fan …"
? Ceeri Lina looked at Mu Fan nervously. She was looking forward to Mu Fan being able to turn the tide in this competition. As time passed, unknowingly, her palms were soaked with cold sweat.
Did she notice? Seeing Ceeri Lina's nervous expression, Isekaze looked at Mu Fan and was secretly surprised: "What kind of strength does a man have to be able to make the academy's Miss" God's Tongue "look forward to him? Please start your performance to your heart's content, and let me see the strength of a chef from Enetsu Gakuen. "
"Mu Fan?"
Not only the audience in the field, even the once famous chef of Enetsu Gakuen, Shimiya Kojiro, Don Shima Gin, and Ruiyama Chitsu who just left the field were all attracted by Mu Fan.
Mu Fan did not care about other people's attention, and only wanted to make a perfect dish. He picked up the remaining eggs on the fourth position of Ruiyama Chitsu, and then returned to his cooking table. The eggs were cut by the side of the pot, and suddenly the egg and yolk inside fell into the pot, and the useless eggshell was thrown aside by Mu Fan.
While making the dish, Mu Fan's mind recalled the teachings of his father in the restaurant when he was young, as well as the words he said to Ceeri Lina. Ceeri Lina's words.
Perhaps, when you taste the simple rice in a small mountain village, you will like the unique taste of it …
Actually, simple dishes will not necessarily lose to gorgeous dishes. If you don't understand the dishes that ordinary people like, you can't be considered a true chef.
In his mind, he recalled the dishes that he ate when he was young in his previous life when he was hungry. In an instant, his mind almost stopped in this wonderful realm of returning to simplicity.
This kind of wonderful realm, only he who lived in two worlds could fully understand …
"Brother, do your best, only the dishes that are truly created with heart are the most delicious dishes in the world. This is the legendary center of immersion in the highest realm of cooking!"
Hatsune's encouragement sounded in his mind, and Mu Fan smiled faintly.
Perhaps … the most attentive and most delicious dish.
That was the only one left …
Then let's hope that our spices can bless student Mu Fan to be the champion of the food festival.
Recalling Sena Akagi's encouragement, Mu Fan's heart warmed. He looked back at the two bags, and first took out the spices that Sena Akagi gave him from the first bag, and began to make the most delicious dish in his mind.
Time passed by minute by minute, and gradually, the sound of the clock hanging in the center of the arena rang.
This sound announced that it was noon, and the time for the competition had come!
The time was up, and the competition was over!
Hearing Kawashima Rei's voice, the strings in the hearts of everyone in the arena tightened.
In their sight, Mu Fan actually carried the dish to the judging table, and placed it on the table. The moment he opened the dish, a faint golden light flashed across the dish.
The System's notification sounded in his mind. Mu Fan smiled faintly, and extended his hand to the judges, and said with a smile,
Please taste the dish that I made with heart.
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