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"Three days from now, there will be a preliminary round for the Culinary Competition, held internally within the Qing Gang. If you win, you'll qualify for the finals, where the finalists will have to cook for the leader of Qing Gang. Liu Feng won't be able to summon you to Zuo Feng Hall then," Li Xiang seemed to sense my thoughts.
I turned to look at the elderly man with a head full of white hair; his eyes were filled with deep concern.
"This is your best opportunity, but also your most dangerous moment," he said in a lowered voice.
Master Li Xiang also warned me that every Culinary Competition has someone who tries to sabotage it, so I should be cautious.
On the day of the competition, a lavish venue was set up in the backyard of the Qing Gang headquarters.
Lu Yun sat high on the judging panel, his gaze darkly sweeping over the contestants.
Lu Yun was one of the Qing Gang Thirteen Heroes, holding a higher status than Liu Feng, and he was quite the glutton; this competition was organized by him.
"The first round of drawing lots begins," Li Xiang announced.
I took a deep breath and drew a slip of paper from the lottery box.
"Blood Swallow paired with Heartbreak Grass?" My voice trembled slightly; this was truly a challenge.
A murmur rippled through the crowd; this combination of ingredients was nearly impossible to work with.
"Looks like someone is going to embarrass themselves today," Li Qi remarked from beside me, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
Li Qi was an alluring woman, rumored to have affairs with many men in the gang.
In fact, I only recently learned what having an affair meant.
She was responsible for serving dishes during this grand competition.
I pretended to organize my ingredients while secretly observing the movements around me.
Indeed, Li Qi would secretly add some kind of powder to certain dishes.
"I can't give her a chance," I thought with a cold smile, gently waving the knife in my hand.
I activated the Divine Iron Wok, and blue flames instantly erupted.
After several days of experimentation, I discovered that the Iron Pot could maintain the optimal temperature for the ingredients.
Blood Swallow melted in the pot, releasing an enticing aroma.
I carefully handled Heartbreak Grass, completely neutr A Li zing its toxicity.
"I can't lose!" I gritted my teeth, pouring all my focus into the cooking.
Finally, I poured the dish into the Divine Porcelain Bowl, ensuring that all the broth returned to the dish itself.
With not a drop of liquid left, no one could add anything to it.
The vibrant red Blood Swallow transformed into phoenix feathers, while the bitterness of Heartbreak Grass turned into a power of rebirth.
The dish named "Phoenix Nirvana" gradually took shape.
When Li Qi presented the dish to the judges' table, the entire competition venue fell silent.
Lu Yun picked up a piece to taste, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.
Then, he wore an expression of pure enjoyment.
But the alertness in him quickly led him to recognize Heartbreak Grass, and he spat it out.
"Bring someone to taste it first!"
A few taste testers each took a pair of chopsticks, and after finishing, they wore expressions of pure enjoyment.
Noticing that the tasters were fine, Lu Yun began to indulge himself.
"The winner is Hu Chunli! Advancing to the finals!" Li Xiang's voice echoed throughout the venue.
"A Li, you really have some skills!"
I turned abruptly to see Liu Feng standing in the shadows, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light.
I had won.
I advanced to the finals of the Qing Gang Culinary Competition.
Liu Feng's gaze felt like that of a venomous snake fixating on its prey.
I returned to the kitchen.
Cleaning up the aftermath.
An unsettling feeling spread in my heart.
The night grew late.
Li Qi swayed her hips as she walked in.
"A Li, your culinary skills are truly impressive," she said, her fingers painted with bright red lacquer gently tapping on the table.
"It's all thanks to Master Li Xiang's teachings," I replied, lowering my head to avoid her gaze.
"Is that so?" Li Qi approached me, a strong scent of perfume wafting through the air. "Are those peculiar cooking tools of yours also given by Master Li Xiang?"
My heart tightened; she actually noticed.
"It's just some ordinary kitchen utensils," I forced a light laugh.
"Ordinary kitchen utensils can’t produce dishes like that?" Li Qi's voice suddenly turned sharp. "You better come clean, or else..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but the threat was clear.
"Or else what?" A cold voice came from the doorway.
Liu Feng stood there, his expression dark as he looked at Li Qi.
Li Qi's face changed, and she quickly put on a look of grievance. " Hall Master, I was just concerned about A Li, afraid he might go astray..."
"Li Qi, come with me," Liu Feng interrupted her coldly.
Li Qi bit her lip, glanced at the kitchen utensils on my table, and turned to leave.
I caught a glimpse of Liu Feng's hand wrapped around Li Qi's waist.
It seemed they had something going on too.
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