CHAPTER 950: CHAPTER 949: THE RETURN OF UNIFORM FIRE CONTROL

"Crying..."

Singh demonstrated what it means to be tearful.

Especially after taking a bite of lamb leg meat, chewing it thoroughly, the throat moved and swallowed it into the esophagus, an indescribable heat flowed through his head, warming and swelling his eyes, completely losing control over his tear glands, so tears broke the dam.

"It’s too incredible!"

Jintan Shun and Tulip surrounded Xia Yu’s workstation, seeing Xia Yu place the second large lamb leg on the plate, Tulip’s hand moved faster than Jintan Shun, her fingertips lightly touched the lamb leg.

It was as if she had triggered a mechanism, another golden, mesmerizing flower of meat slowly bloomed on the bone and white ceramic plate.

Following this was an overwhelming hot mist and rich aroma, Tulip, being the opener, was caught off guard as the aroma hit her charming face directly, causing beads of sweat to instantly appear on her nose, cheeks flushed, her eyes misty, seemingly about to cry.

Witnessing the stunning food scene again, the hunters around inhaled sharply.

"This, it’s thoroughly roasted, roasted through and through!"

"The flame penetrated to the bone marrow!!"

Mongolian woman Urina had a brilliant expression on her face, couldn’t help but comment: "Clearly using fierce flames for cooking, seeking quick results, pursuing efficiency, but why does the roasted lamb leg look like it’s been slow-roasted for two or three days? The color is too uniform, uniform..." Here she paused, searching for the appropriate adjective in her mind, suddenly a light bulb went off and she said, "Indeed, it’s uniform!"

"The irregular, multi-faced lamb leg is fused into ’one’, all the heat is packed into this number!"

Uniform heat!

Turning his back to the crowd, Xia Yu’s eyes showed a slight surprise.

Using the term ’uniform’ to describe such a professional level of heat control indicates this woman is no ordinary person.

Indeed, this is the uniformity of heat.

In "Cooking Master Boy," Blast Flame Chef Ya Kan showcased a similar level of heat control while grilling bluefish on the Yangtze River. Previously, Xia Yu needed the "Heavenly Hero Fire Wheel" cooking skill to grill bluefish, but roasting lamb leg isn’t like grilling numerous bluefish, there’s no need for chains, nor preparation and conditions for it.

However, regardless, Xia Yu effortlessly demonstrated the ’uniformity’ of heat, which is already astonishing, he could publicly claim that he’s not weaker than the former Ya Kan, and even, when Blast Flame Cooking Skill takes a critical step towards a legendary source, he will surpass the fiendish talent of a hundred years ago!

Exquisite heat rendering stunned the hunters, leaving the courtyard in a moment of silence.

"It’s not just about heat..."

A faint voice broke the silence, and Female Qilin Chef Maria, drawn from her own workstation, stood at Xia Yu’s, staring at the two untouched plates of roasted lamb leg.

"Heat is one aspect, or rather, it provides the energy for the meat flower to bloom, but without the dissolution of the fruit acid against the tough attributes of the ingredient, and such meticulous knife skills, the lamb leg simply couldn’t spread like petals, piece by piece!"

Maria affirmed, staring at the lamb leg in the plate, her eyes filled with shock.

"Indeed, heat, knife skills, and marination process, all indispensable!" Singh looked up, in his hand was only a smooth lamb leg bone.

"How many cuts did you make on the lamb leg after all?"

Singh took a deep breath, trying to control his appetite, regaining rationality, and asked, "I can taste that you used methods similar to pounding steak to break fibers, striving to make the leg of the Rock Alpaca tender."

"But, this isn’t pounding, solely relying on knife skills achieved perfection, yes perfection, your cuts sever meat fiber layers precisely, breaking all fine fibers, while simultaneously, each cut avoided other damage to the meat as much as possible..." Singh’s expression was collapsing, "This deep change in food ingredient, yet silently proficient knife skills... it’s simply freakish! You, kid, are indeed a monster!"

Summarizing Singh’s words, Xia Yu’s roasted Rock Alpaca leg was original in flavor.

Original flavor?

Food Tyrant Chef has a keen taste sensitivity for ingredient flavors, even a slight loss can be detected by the tongue, and what Singh savored in Xia Yu’s roasted lamb leg was a shocking and magnificent perfect original flavor!

Heat, perfect!

Knife skills, also perfect!

"And the fruit acid..." Female Qilin Chef Maria bit down on her lip, eyes brimming with mist, not at all a precursor to tears, but resisting the overwhelming desire brought by the aroma, striving to maintain minimum rationality.

"The Miracle Fruit?"

Maria stared fixedly at Xia Yu.

When Xia Yu gave her a gentlemanly smile, the soundless answer caused the female chef’s shoulders to collapse, head lowered, "No wonder the fruit acid in Miracle Wine shattered the hard shell of Rock Alpaca meat in such a short time. If it’s high concentration Miracle Wine, my king vinegar is a total defeat."

Then, the female chef swallowed, looking at the lamb leg on the plate, "May I taste it?"

"Please—"

Picking up a fork, sending a petal of meat separated from the lamb bone into her mouth, Maria’s eyes suddenly widened, and her dazed pupils were painted with a tint of beautiful rainbow colors.

Her body leaned back, Xia Yu immediately reached out, supporting her swaying figure.

His right hand, at some point, was supporting the tearful Tulip, his left hand meanwhile unexpectedly soft, and Xia Yu could sense that the two delicate bodies he was holding had a slight trembling and twitching.

Well then.

Xia Yu glanced at the non-existent camera, displaying what he thought was an innocent expression, saying downing poisons or drugging weren’t his intention.

Wait, what’s the next scene in the script?

...

"Ah!"

Soon, the result of this culinary showdown was also revealed.

Maria returned to her workstation, looking at the grill with several scorched lamb chops, sighed and shook her head, "I lost."

Her expression showed little gloom and frustration.

"Are you really still a Qilin Chef?" Singh gestured flamboyantly to Xia Yu, "Sure you’re not a Dragon?"

"I’m indeed a Qilin Chef."

Xia Yu chuckled, "I also wish I were a Dragon Chef, but I’m still missing a crucial piece, merely holding onto a key reluctantly."

"Key, key."

Singh murmured while repeating the word, then revitalized his spirit and said, "Good boy, you won, with your culinary level, challenging the top of the Qilin List poses no problem, I’m wholeheartedly convinced of my loss!"

"I’ll send you the intel immediately, what’s your email?"

Upon hearing this, Jintan Shun and Tulip exchanged glances, their eyes showing joy.

Receiving the intel made this trip worthwhile.

About a quarter hour later, a jeep roared into the wilderness outside Ulan Bator.

In the courtyard, old hunters scattered, going back to the tavern hall, sure to discuss this short yet thrilling showdown with much enthusiasm.

Singh and his team stayed behind.

"How about it?" Singh patted Maria’s shoulder, seeing her cheeks flushed with red, her eyes still covered with tempting watery sheen, and wickedly smiled, "What, already conquered? Such a pity Maria, had they stayed in Ulan Bator overnight, you might have had the chance to climb into his bed..."

Pfft!

The Female Qilin Chef gave a swift kick, suddenly turning fierce.

Other two team members whispered, "Seems the rumors of Lei Zhe’s humiliating defeat are true!"

"Indeed, I told you Lei Zhe returned to North America quietly, having stayed quiet for half a year, turns out he was scared, his chef’s heart must be filled with cracks!"

"Speaking of Lei Zhe..."

Singh rubbed his chin, his smile growing more mysterious, "They’re bound to clash with the Gourmet Meeting."

"He’s skilled in cooking, but what about his fists?"

"Haha, the reason the eight giants of the Gourmet Meeting stand their ground isn’t just for their culinary skills. I hope the boy is cautious; if he falls under Lei Zhe’s hand, who knows when the stagnant Qilin List will continue to be silent!"