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Chen Yu immediately felt admiration; he had not expected to encounter a senior figure from the culinary world here.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He had once participated in the chef competition in Frankfurt, which was a hellish selection process, and it was riddled with all kinds of forces that led to a final result diluted with a lot of water.

How strong must Li Dongzheng's culinary skills be to stand out in such an environment and become the champion?

Without hesitating, Chen Yu grabbed Li Zhengdong's arm.

"Senior, may I have the honor of competing with you?"

Li Dongzheng laughed heartily.

"Look at me now, even making fried rice cakes requires adding all kinds of precious medicinal herbs to enhance the flavor and taste! What could I possibly use to compete with you?"

Chen Yu, however, appeared unfazed as he grabbed Li Dongzheng by the waist and gently kneaded it.

A series of bone-crunching noises rang out, and Li Dongzheng's paralyzed half sprang back into place.

"If my guess is correct, your loss of taste was due to someone poisoning you, destroying your nerves. If we can activate this part of the nerves, you should be able to recover your sense of taste."

Chen Yu didn't hesitate and immediately took out paper and pen to write a prescription.

Li Zhengdong looked at Chen Yu with a mix of skepticism and curiosity.

"You say you're a chef, but I feel like you're a doctor."

Chen Yu smiled: "Aren't chefs and doctors inherently interconnected?"

Li Dongzheng was stunned for a moment, a flash of indescribable emotion crossing his face.

"Haha, right, chefs and doctors are indeed interconnected," he said.

He took Chen Yu's prescription and gathered the ingredients from the shop to prepare the medicine.

Li Zhengdong also had some medical knowledge; he used the ancient charcoal ash method to brew the medicine.

That involved putting red-hot charcoal and the medicinal ingredients into a pan, covering it with a bowl, and then adding water from above.

With the bubbling noise, a bowl of medicinal soup was ready.

This method could maximize the medicinal effects.

After drinking the medicinal soup, Li Zhengdong instantly felt a different kind of vigor.

He immediately picked up a fried rice cake and put it into his mouth.

"I can taste again, it's been a very long time since I've tasted anything."

Li Zhengdong, excited beyond measure, took out a small pot from the house, set it on the stove, and then retrieved some pickles that had been stored for a long time.

His technique was very skilled, and in less than five minutes over high heat, he had made a pot of food.

Finally, he sat down and wolfed down his meal.

In the culinary world, there is such a folk remedy, that once someone regains their lost sense of taste, they must eat very strong-tasting pickles to enhance the sensation.

After eating, Li Zhengdong panted heavily.

To outsiders, eating such pungent food would seem unbearable, but to him, it was a delight.

"Young man, for curing my illness, I will agree to whatever you ask for," he said.

With that, he moved a stove from the house and placed it beside him.

"Tell me, what do you want to compete with me on?"

Chen Yu took a spoon and drew a deep breath.

He realized it had been a very long time since he last held a spoon; he had almost forgotten the feeling.

"Let's go with Fish-Flavored Shredded Pork."

Although it sounds simple, this dish is highly demanding of one's cooking skills and has many variations; there are hundreds of different methods circulating amongst the people.

Every top chef incorporates their special techniques and experiences when making this dish.

Therefore, this dish is the best expression of a chef's foundational skills.

Li Zhengdong laughed heartily, picked up the ingredients beside him, and started chopping.

Over the years, his knife skills hadn't diminished at all, his speed as swift as Chen Yu's.

The mingling sounds of chopping quickly attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

In their eyes, you could see a clear sense of anticipation.

Located in the midst of the desert, Dongming Gorge was inherently scarce in resources, rarely treating its residents to anything delectable.

Canned and fast food items were the best they usually had.

The sight of someone chopping vegetables on the street was indeed a rare occasion for everyone.

Unanimously, they gathered around, completely surrounding the stall.

Before long, a rich and fragrant aroma began to waft through the air.

"My goodness, that's fish-flavored shredded pork, I haven't smelled this for so many years."

"Boss, how much for this? I can pay a hundred taels of gold."

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Everyone at the scene went crazy, all wanting a taste of the fish-flavored shredded pork.

Chen Yu paid them no mind, just focused on cooking, and soon, a large plate of seaweed was served.

Perhaps because Li Zhengdong hadn't cooked in a long time, his skills were a bit rusty, finishing a minute later than Chen Yu.

The two exchanged dishes and began tasting each other's creations.

But after just one bite, Li Zhengdong sighed helplessly.

"I lose. I truly didn't expect someone in this world could combine hundreds of flavors of fish-flavored shredded pork to create a new taste." Discover hidden tales at empire

Chen Yu shook his head.

"Mr. Li, you flatter me. Your fish-flavored shredded pork perfects a single taste to the utmost, which is the quality a chef should have."

The two exchanged compliments and then sat down.

They were just about to delve into some professional topics when the surrounding crowd interrupted them.

"Didn't you hear me? How much are you selling your fish-flavored shredded pork for?"

"Why bother paying? This old guy is just a deep-fried dough vendor, let's just take it by force."

...

The crowd became frenzied, moving forward to smash the stall.

Just then, a sharp scream echoed in an instant as the arm of a young man, who had rushed to the front, was impaled by Jin Lingsu's golden spikes.

"You lot better behave yourselves, or next time it'll be your necks getting pierced."

What had been a noisy scene fell into sudden silence; all eyes on Jin Lingsu were filled with terror, none expecting that a simple deep-fried dough stall would be under the protection of a martial expert.

With a wary glance at the crowd, Jin Lingsu took a few steps back, then picked up some chopsticks and took a bite from each plate of fish-flavored shredded pork.

Turns out, the one made by Chen Yu was indeed the better one.

"What are you all doing here? Move aside; can't you see my young master is coming?"

A young man in white clothing, looking suave and debonair, slowly approached.

The fellow, despite having a Western face, was dressed in oriental-styled garments.

As he approached, the crowd automatically parted to create a path for him.

He sat down next to the stall with an air of arrogance.

"It's also been a long time since I've had fish-flavored shredded pork, thank you both for today."

He said politely, picking up some chopsticks, but he didn't expect Jin Lingsu to press them back down.