The beautiful Demon Fox judge looked at Shen Qiang with fascination in her eyes and murmured, "A gift from Mother Earth, truly lives up to its reputation."
After saying this, she began to focus on enjoying it.
A mont later, all five judges had finished their soup down to the last drop. At this ti, the host, who kept swallowing his saliva, loudly said, "Next, please, judges, give your scores for the Dinghao team."
Hearing this, everyone present imdiately tensed up, knowing that once the scores were revealed, it would determine whether the French chef's Truffle Steak was the best, or if our Huaxia chefs were superior.
Everyone was nervous.
However, at this mont, the five judges at the judges' table seed a bit strange; they unanimously turned their gaze toward the beautiful Demon Fox judge.
The host's eyes brightened, and he imdiately said loudly, "It seems that all the judges are eagerly anticipating Miss Chu Qing's comnts. This could be tough, as Miss Chu Qing is the number one beauty in the culinary world, an incomparable gourt whose excellent taste has established her status in the culinary circle."
"At the sa ti, her outstanding palate has also made her exceptionally picky; in past competitions, her scores have usually been lower than those of other judges, making her the culinary world's most famously stringent judge. If she starts the scoring, the score for this dish might not be very promising."
Hearing this, the people present were extrely nervous.
"Miss Chu Qing's scores are always the lowest, but she gave the Truffle Steak a high score of 8.5. If the score for this gift from Mother Earth falls below 8.5, the ultimate winner would still be Datong River!"
While everyone was tense, the beautiful Demon Fox judge on the judges' platform gave a slight smile, then with a satisfied and appreciative look at Shen Qiang, she said softly, "This is the most delicious soup I've tasted in five years, whether it be Russia's Russian Soup, Thailand's Tom Yum Soup, or Vietnam's Sea Dragon Emperor Soup, none can compare to it."
"Thus, I give this gift from Mother Earth 9.9 points." She smiled at Shen Qiang, and the beautiful Demon Fox judge playfully said, "I'm withholding 0.1 point because I'm afraid you might beco arrogant!"
With such scores announced, the entire venue instantly erupted.
"Afraid he'll beco arrogant! My goodness, known for her picky palate, is Miss Chu Qing implying this soup deserves a perfect score?"
Almost simultaneously with everyone's shock,
the other judges also gave their scores.
"10 points!"
"10 points!"
"10 points!"
"Another 10 points!"
The host shouted in shock, "My heavens, this gift from Mother Earth has completely rewritten the Huaxia Culinary Awards score records, setting the highest score for a single item since the inception of the competition! 49.9 points!"
As the host shouted,
the gathered public reviewers also beca excited.
"We won! We won! Our Huaxia chefs have beaten that arrogant French chef with their truffle too!"
"Right! That's how it should be! Let them know that we Chinese are the ancestors of cuisine!"
In the excited cheers of the elated crowd,
the ashen-faced owner of Datong River suddenly rushed to the judges' platform, furiously roaring, "I protest, there's a conspiracy here. Even if Dinghao's truffle is made well, it's just a soup after all; it can't possibly be better than our Datong River's Truffle Steak!"
At the sa ti, the French chef also furiously roared in protest, "My Truffle Steak is the best; a soup simply cannot beat it."
With this disruption, the scene imdiately descended into chaos.
But just when everyone didn't know what to do,
Shen Qiang, holding a bowl of soup, walked over to them, his expression serene, and said, "I've known all along that you would not easily concede. Want to know why I beat you? It's simple, the soup is right here. Feel free to taste it; just speak from your conscience."
Seeing the calm Shen Qiang, the Datong River owner and the French chef were startled.
At that mont, soone anxiously said, "Don't give it to them; if they're shaless, they might taste the soup and then criticize it, leaving you unable to refute."
"It doesn't matter." Shen Qiang said indifferently, "Once the judges' scores are out, we've already won this round. Giving them the soup is rely because I want them to be thoroughly convinced."
Hearing this, the eyes of the nurous public judges lit up.
"Well done, that's having a great spirit. Our Huaxia has always been a land of courtesy. Although that French chef is arrogantly overconfident, as a King, one must display the grace of a King!"
"Exactly, he's defiant, isn't he? Let him taste it himself. Good or bad, he'll know imdiately! Let him be thoroughly convinced!"
"Indeed, a great artist must be bold; what confidence!"
While others were expressing their admiration, the Datong River owner still looked hesitant, but the French chef unceremoniously took the soup from Shen Qiang's hands.
Looking at Shen Qiang with a sneer, he took just one sip, then froze.
After that, his expression turned strange.
There was no anger or surprise; instead, his eyes beca modest and gentle, and even his soup-drinking gesture turned elegant.
This abnormal behavior not only made the surrounding people hugely anticipative, but even the Datong River owner, with a cold face, took the soup from Shen Qiang's hands and also froze on the spot after just one sip.
Shen Qiang smiled.
You see, Shen Qiang had used rare three-color truffles, and after enhancing them with twenty-one types of herbal spices from the dical Saint Inheritance, its greatest benefit was not the flavor but to soothe the emotions of the drinkers. Hence, it was only normal for them to calm down after a sip.
A mont later, the French chef, gracefully, licked the soup bowl clean and then, with a look of satisfaction, babbled excitedly to his translator.
Then, facing the host's microphone, the translator, with evident envy and hunger in his voice, said, "Chef Adrian says this is the most delicious food he's tasted in his lifeti. It reminds him of his holand and his mother, and now, he wants to apologize to this young Huaxia chef because he is a noble who truly understands the essence of gourt!"
Upon hearing this, everyone at the venue burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, this Frenchman is really amusing, but although he's arrogant, he still speaks with conscience."
"Hehe, not pretending anymore, huh? Earlier he was confidently claiming that Huaxia was rely a land of ordinary food; what now? Hahaha, he's not pretending anymore, right? I told you long ago, the culinary heritage of Huaxia is not sothing he could understand."
"Hahaha, his soup-licking was so adorable."
Amidst the laughter of the crowd, the Datong River owner also drank all the soup in his bowl.
Watching him, Shen Qiang looked at him calmly and said lightly, "Are you convinced now?"
The Datong River owner was silent for a full three seconds before he said resolutely, "You've won, but this is only temporary. See you at the Huaxia final. Even if we only get second place, Datong River still qualifies to participate."
Hearing this, Shen Qiang laughed, "Oh, did you forget what I said before? I bought Datong River, and you will most certainly sell."
The Datong River owner's expression turned cold.
Just then, Shen Qiang, smiling, took the microphone handed over by the host and said, "There's still so soup left. If the public judges are interested, feel free to taste it."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the scene turned chaotic, with the first person rushing towards the pot being the competition host, leaving Shen Qiang, holding the microphone, standing alone in front of the judging panel.
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