Chapter 254: Inhuman (62) (1st + 2nd) [VIP]

"Hey - wait!" Yuan Shanming beside him quickly grabbed Bai Jinshu.

"Ersi, can you cook Dapanji?" He looked at Bai Jinshu nervously.

"No," Bai Jin said sincerely, "Will you?"

"Of course I won't," Yuan Shanming rejected it outright, and was stunned for a second, "But you...if you won't...let me think about it..."

He thought for a moment and said, "Do you have any other specialties? It's okay for me to cook other dishes in this chef competition, right?"

"No." Under his expectant gaze, Bai Jinshu shrugged.

"Ah?" Yuan Shanming's eyes widened, holding on to the last glimmer of hope, "Then... can you cook?"

"No way." Bai Jinshu denied it three times in a row.

"Hiss..." Yuan Shanming let out a loud gasp.

"You won't..." Yuan Shanming's eyes widened, "Then what did you promise?"

Help! He thought Ersi agreed so confidently because she could cook.

If he doesn't know how to do that, then what did he promise?

"Try it," Er Si loosened the top button of his collar and stretched his neck under everyone's horrified gaze. "It's obvious that this illusion was created by Master Zhan, right? We've tested it just now. He only responds to things related to cooking. If we want to start with him, we can only join this chef competition."

Inexplicably, he went from being a spectator to being the chef of the third team. Before anyone could react, everything in the illusion was rationalized by the sudden appearance of Bai Jinshu. A few assistants who looked like staff members came out of the program group, whispered to him not to wander around, and handed him the same chef uniform as Master Wan and Master Zhan, and even brought him a chef hat.

The director instructed his assistant to put the microphone on his collar, tested the sound, and then found a label with [3] printed on it from somewhere and put it on his left arm.

A group of people surrounded him and worked on him for a long time. When the crowd dispersed, Bai Jinshu looked no different from the other two masters.

"Hmph," Master Zhan said in a nasal breath, "Just wait and see!"

In his eyes, there was only Bai Jinshu, and he ignored the group of triggerers surrounding him.

Xiao Tang tried waving his hands in front of him a few times, and after making sure that he was still blank in Master Zhan's eyes, he began to think about something.

"You..." Yuan Shanming twitched his lips and said with some concern: "The cost of trying it is a bit too high."

"What if... we fail?"

This environment is entirely determined by Master Zhan's cognition. In a place like the city of violence, it is normal to speculate on the actions they will take with any outrageous thinking.

"Dreams are illogical..." Guan Hongyan also frowned. "This boss of Dapanji can't accept others questioning his cooking skills. If someone says that the food is not tasty, he will order natural gas from his own kitchen. What if you make him angry?"

What if Master Zhan gets anxious and thinks that the person who provoked him should die?

So what will this illusion look like?

"Let's take it one step at a time. Anyway, we can now influence this dream by influencing Master Zhan. If there is any danger, just don't enter Master Zhan's field of vision." Everyone looked worried. Bai Jinshu, as the instigator, looked quite contented. "By the way, I can't cook. Can any of you cook?"

He glanced at everyone present.

Yuan Shanming just said that he couldn't do it, and Huai Jiamu naturally didn't need to look any further.

Although his cooking skills allowed him to cook something to keep himself from starving at home, it was obvious that Cen Bingqi could not cook.

Just as the killer's personality sharply commented, Cen Bingqi would only choose to order takeout from home-style restaurants, and then put the food on the plate to pretend that he had worked hard for an afternoon, packaging himself as a persona that he is good at cooking in front of others.

Guan Hongyan scratched her head: "Uh... my cooking skills are about the same as quick-frozen dumplings."

It's impossible to count on her.

"I can't," Dita twitched her lips, "My cooking skills are only as good as cooking instant noodles."

Otherwise, she wouldn't be so familiar with the owner of this big plate chicken restaurant.

"Don't look at me," Xiao Tang quickly distanced himself from the question, "Do you think I'm someone who can cook? I never cook!"

“I do know a little bit…” the fitness guy, the only one among them who didn’t seem to know how to cook, spoke weakly.

Under everyone's hopeful gazes, he added weakly: "But I can't cook normal meals. I can only make fat-reducing and muscle-building meals, boiled chicken breasts and boiled broccoli... They all taste bland..."

Dapanji sounds like a dish that is heavy in oil and spicy. We have all seen Chef Zhan cook it, but his cooking skills have nothing to do with this dish.

There is nothing we can do about it.

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment. So many people gathered here, and Ersi became one of the participating teams, but there was not a single person present who could properly cook two dishes in the kitchen.

"Hey... that guy," Yuan Shanming thought for a moment, "Doesn't Huangmao know how to do it?!"

On their first day in the City of Violence, Huangmao prepared a simple dinner in the banquet hall at night using the potatoes and marinated chicken left by people from other teams.

Everyone's attention was immediately focused on the yellow-haired man.

"Oh, that's right," Dita blinked, her face suddenly showing a look of relief, "Then it's up to him from now on!"

Huangmao was suddenly cueed: "Ah?"

He quickly raised his head: "No, Sister Tazi, I definitely can't do it..."

Before he finished speaking, the host not far away had already raised the microphone again, and the sound of the microphone immediately covered his next words: "Okay, let's continue with the process."

"In the previous round of preparation, Chef Wan from the first group took advantage of his first move and chose chicken. Unexpectedly, Chef Zhan launched the Chef King Contest, which can only be launched three times in the competition, and won the ingredient that Chef Wan chose."

"According to the rules of our Chef King Competition, the contestants can make the next round of selections in advance. So in addition to choosing chicken, Chef Zhan also chose chili peppers, which are essential for Sichuan cuisine that Chef Wan's team is good at. Then, it's Chef Er from the third group."

“What ingredients will Chef Er’s team choose?”

The host looked in the direction of Bai Jinshu.

"What should we choose?" Dita patted Huangmao hurriedly, "Hurry up, you are the only one who can cook here, what should we choose for the big plate of chicken? Give me some advice!"

“Uh…uh…” Huang Mao was flustered for a few seconds, “Anyway, choose potatoes first!”

"Let's choose potatoes." Bai Jinshu said.

"Okay, then Chef Er from the third group chose potatoes based on the advice of his team members. This is a very traditional choice for making big plate chicken," the host nodded. "Chef Er from the third group and Chef Zhan from the second group seem to have chosen the same dish. Chef Zhan chose to share the main ingredients with the third group, so the third group's dish..."

"I'll share too." Bai Jinshu said.

"No need," Chef Zhan said arrogantly beside him without waiting for the host to speak, "A real chef can present perfect dishes no matter what the environment. I don't need you to share."

Chef Zhan refused to share ingredients with the third group.

On the hosting platform, the dish selection segment of the program continued. As the host of the environment, Chef Zhan seemed to have really forgotten that Bai Jinshu did not exist a few minutes ago, and seemed to have regarded him as one of the participating chefs.

Including Huangmao, who was asked for his opinion, he suddenly became a member of the team and was regarded as a contestant by other people present.

"What next?" Dita urged Huangmao as the food selection process was in full swing. "Hurry up, since that Mr. Zhan doesn't want to share anymore, we can't copy his ingredient list. What should we choose next?"

"It's up to you whether you can complete this S-rank ghost story!"

Everyone's eyes were fixed on him, and the yellow-haired man was in a state of panic for a moment.

"I don't know either..." Under the gaze of everyone, Huangmao looked at a loss, "I... I can't do this!"

Hasn't he always been the one to cling to the team? Why are they suddenly counting on him now?

"Then why did you choose potatoes?" Yuan Shanming said patiently.

"Because I only know how to make roast chicken with potatoes..." Huang Mao pulled the corner of his mouth awkwardly, "Ahem... Ahem."

"Then let's have roasted chicken with potatoes!" Bai Jinshu decided, "You're the only one here who knows how to cook anyway, so you decide!"

Huangmao: "Ah? Is this okay... okay?"

"It has to work," Dita said confidently, "Now it seems that the node of this inexplicable nightmare is Master Zhan. Master Zhan only responds to cooking-related matters. There is no other way except to continue with the program flow!"

"How can I make him realize that this is a nightmare?" Guan Hongyan took advantage of the fact that no one could see her and sat on the stool next to the director. She looked thoughtful. "How can I get close to Master Zhan and tell him that all this is fake? Is it all his imagination? It's all water mixed with iced black tea?"

"Then he probably won't believe it..." Yuan Shanming twitched his lips. "When we woke up from the second stage trigger, we discovered the unreasonable part of this illusion. But now the illusion changes directly with Master Zhan's thoughts, and it is frantically patching the loopholes we created. It's hard for him to realize that this is fake."

Just like Ersi who suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

With his provocation, his identity in Master Zhan's mind changed from an inexplicable provocateur to a contestant, and he was even handed a name tag from nowhere by the staff.

Illusions consciously rationalize their appearance.

Not to mention that they are newcomers and team leaders exploring the Novice Village, and they will definitely be wary when they know that they are triggering an S-level ghost story.

Master Zhan is just an ordinary person in this violent city. Living here, he may have never seen any ghosts in his entire life. The biggest crisis in his life is fighting with the sauerkraut fish seller next door over whose food is better.

From Master Zhan's perspective, he was participating in the show just fine, but suddenly a bunch of people came out and told him that this was fake and asked him to return to reality.

He himself did not realize that there was something wrong here, so he could not stop the illusion on his own initiative.

It was undoubtedly a huge project to make Master Zhan suddenly believe that everything around him was fake and was built by himself.

"Could it be that I want to defeat Master Zhan in the area where he excels the most?" The fitness guy asked sincerely, "Suppose I am participating in a fitness competition now, and I am about to win, and the first place is within my grasp. Suddenly, a contestant with better muscle lines and better body proportions than me appears. I may not be able to accept this and think that this is all a nightmare."

"You mean, we have to make a big plate of chicken that tastes better than Master Zhan's?" Yuan Shanming said from the side.

"Then forget it..." Xiao Tang Youyou poured cold water on the side, "For our makeshift team, it's a victory if we can make a complete dish."

Not far away, the yellow-haired guy was standing in front of the food preparation area with a confused look on his face, choosing things one by one. He didn't look very reliable.

Ersi, who had entered the nightmare vision on his own initiative, seemed to be fine. He sat beside them with his eyes closed, looking like he was just going with the flow.

No matter how you look at it, this makeshift team is bound to lose compared to the other two groups of real chefs!

"Hey, hey, hey! Stop closing your eyes and resting your mind!" Xiao Tang couldn't stand it anymore and pushed him a few times, "Think of something! It doesn't matter to us. If we lose the game, Master Zhan will only see you and will eat you alive and turn you into a big plate of Ersi!"

Bai Jinshu: ...

"It's not that exaggerated," he said speechlessly, opening his eyes and looking around, "Has Huangmao finished picking out the vegetables?"

"Not yet..." Guan Hongyan looked up, "We just went through the schedule. The competition is that after selecting the limited ingredients, you can use any other ingredients. Then you have to make three dishes, one soup, and one dessert within an hour. Finally, the batches and serial numbers are shuffled and sent to the jury table in front of the restaurant. They will anonymously score and finally decide the winner."

"We have just chosen the big plate of chicken, but we don't know what to make for the remaining two dishes, one soup, and one dessert," she added. "Huang Mao said he doesn't know many dishes. If we follow the standard of three dishes and one soup, he can't finish it by himself and will need help. Besides, he is not very good at making soup. Half an hour is not enough to make soup that doesn't require cooking skills and only requires stewing. If we want to get a high score, we can only find another way and choose some more showy dishes or some rarer ingredients."

The ingredients had been selected. In order to let Master Zhan see their presence, no one chose shark fin, abalone, or Boston lobster. Instead, everyone honestly selected a bunch of ingredients for roast chicken with potatoes according to Huangmao's memory.

If you want to get high scores now, you can only make some more showy dishes.

The question is...does everyone here have such a thing as "skill"?

“Showy dishes…like…?” Dita asked tentatively.

"Uh..." Guan Hongyan thought for a moment, "For example, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?"

"But Buddha Jumps Over the Wall needs time to stew..." Xiao Tang said weakly.

"Then I don't know," Guan Hongyan spread her hands, "Anyway, I'm only good at making frozen dumplings. Among all the people, Huangmao is the only one who can cook the best."

It’s true that you can’t judge a book by its cover.

Among the group of people standing here, the one who is best at cooking is actually a non-mainstream yellow-haired guy riding a will-o'-the-wisp.

This realization is too despairing.

"Have you ever thought about this," Bai Jinshu propped up half of his head and blinked, "We can actually use another method to make Master Zhan suspect that this place is fake?"

"What method?" Xiao Tang turned his head.

"Based on everyone's cooking skills, it's obviously impossible to surpass Master Zhan by normal means," he stood up and stretched his limbs, "Anyway, the ultimate method is to make Master Zhan doubt his life and then think that this place is fake."

"Then besides crushing him in cooking skills, we can obviously choose another track."

"Another one?" Guan Hongyan blinked.

"According to the current situation, it's impossible for the food to be so delicious that it makes Master Zhan doubt his life," Bai Jin said calmly, "So I suggest that we develop it in a way that it's so unpalatable that it makes him doubt his life."

Everyone:?

"Xiao Tang," he looked at Xiao Tang and Guan Hongyan beside him, "the organization has given you a difficult task."

"What...what?" Xiao Tang felt a chill on his back and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"We'll find a chance to let Master Zhan notice your presence later," Bai Jinshu said. "After our dishes are brought to the banquet hall in a shuffled order, the others will follow the person who shuffled the order and keep an eye on our dishes. You will be responsible for using force to suppress all the judges, forcing them to give full marks to our dishes."

"Will this work?" Guan Hongyan's mouth twitched.

"I think... there is a way," Yuan Shanming thought thoughtfully, "isn't our goal to make Master Zhan think this place is fake and wake up? Compared to a godly chef who appeared out of nowhere and crushed him, it is obviously more wrong for someone to appear out of nowhere and cook extremely bad dishes but win the championship out of nowhere!"

“Now that you mention it…” Dita seemed to be thinking about it. “Is that so?”

Anyway, their purpose is to make Master Zhan doubt the authenticity of this place. Whether they make him think that this is a nightmare or make him think that the people who appear here are abnormal, the same result can be achieved.

The latter is even a little safer.

A large number of judges were dragged into the team to give scores. When Master Zhan, the owner of the illusion, realized something was wrong, his first reaction was not that there was something wrong with Ersi, but that there was something wrong with the environment he was in.

As the saying goes, it's easy when you want to mess something up, but when you want to mess something up thoroughly and to the point of no return, it requires some skills.

It is easy to make a dish taste bad, but if you want to make it taste bad to the point of being awesome, then it becomes something worth studying.

As the one-hour timer began, Huangmao conscientiously selected the dishes and put them aside, while Master Er's team finally began his performance.

"Sister Xiao Tang, why are you all here?" Looking at the teammates coming over in a mighty manner, the yellow-haired man was confused.

"We'll help you cook," Xiao Tang said as if it was real, "You said it wouldn't be done in an hour, so we'll help you."

“Thank you, thank you, sister…” The yellow-haired man nodded with emotion, “I thought you were really going to let me solve this S-rank ghost story by myself…”

"Of course not," Guan Hongyan waved her hand and pointed at something on the table next to her and asked curiously, "What is this?"

"Ah, that's the bowl for marinating the chicken. It contains cooking wine." Huang Mao didn't know what his teammates were going to do, so he answered carefully, "I'm not sure about the big plate chicken, but when I cook, I usually need to use cooking wine to remove the fishy smell from the meat. This bowl will be used to marinate the chicken later."

"What will happen if we put it in the pot without marinating it?" Guan Hongyan picked up the small bowl and looked at it, then picked up the chicken next to it and asked curiously.

"It will be very fishy..." Huang Mao didn't finish his words when he saw Guan Hongyan's hand tremble, and the plate of chopped chicken was instantly thrown into the pot, "Hey wait a minute, Sister Hua!"

"You are going to make the first dish, big plate chicken, right? I remember that Chef Zhan used high heat... and you need to heat the pan before cooking, right?" Dita was studying the gas stove nearby. "Alright!"

With a few sounds of sparks, the iron pan with good heat conduction suddenly became hot. The chicken that Guan Hongyan poured into it was still covered with cold water that had not been washed clean. Once the chicken fell into the pan, water splashed everywhere.

Huang Mao shouted: "Wait! Oil! You have to add oil first, Sister Hua!"

"Oh oh oh, the oil is not added!" Yuan Shanming suddenly realized, "It's on my side!"

He generously poured a bowl of oil down.

“That’s…” The yellow-haired man widened his eyes, “Olive oil…!”

"Isn't it just olive oil?" The fitness guy next to him asked sincerely, "I use this when I make diet meals!"

"Stir-frying... no need for that," Huang Mao picked up the wok with a nervous look on his face and began to pour out the oil, "Here, you don't need so much for cooking, just a little is enough!"

Half a pot of olive oil submerged the few pieces of chicken, and in the small bubbles that gradually rose, the unmarinated chicken seemed to be glowing with the light of impending failure of this dish.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll take care of this next." Yuan Shanming took the pot from him, "You go prepare the other dishes."

Huang Mao: "Ah...ah? Brother Yuan, can you...?"

Yuan Shanming: "No problem, no problem. You've worked hard just now. Go and take a rest."

"What's next..." Bai Jinshu glanced at the seasonings on the table thoughtfully, "Do we need to add potatoes?"

"Potatoes... the potatoes haven't been washed yet..." Xiao Tang came over stealthily, picked up a kitchen knife and cut the potatoes that were still covered with dirt, then floated away stealthily, "We're not going to eat them anyway, so it doesn't matter, right?"

"What next?" Dita held her chin up. "According to my superficial understanding of cooking, shouldn't I add water and soy sauce and then cover and simmer?"

"Put a bottle of soy sauce in it!" Guan Hongyan said generously.

"No," the fitness guy said authoritatively, "Based on my experience with boiled chicken breast, if you add too much soy sauce, it will cover up the fishy smell of the food itself. In this case, there is no point in not processing the chicken."

"That makes sense..." Xiao Tang waved his hand, "Then don't add any seasoning!"

Dita, who was standing next to him, seemed to get the signal and threw the potatoes covered in dirt directly into the pot.

"You don't have enough oil?" Guan Hongyan looked at the chicken in Yuan Shanming's pot and commented objectively, "The chicken is sticking to the pot."

"It sticks to the pan and burns," Bai Jinshu thought thoughtfully, "If we don't add soy sauce, how can we color the big plate chicken?"

The finished big plate chicken is all light brown, which is obviously the result of adding soy sauce to color it. Soy sauce cannot be added to cover up the fishy smell of the chicken, so how should it be colored to make it similar to the real big plate chicken?

"Chocolate syrup?" The gym brother raised the condiments on the dessert table behind him, "They're all brown anyway..."

"Genius!" Xiao Tang snapped his fingers and poured half the box of syrup in.

"What else should I put in it..." Dita racked her brains to recall, "I remember there were carrots and vermicelli..."

"We don't have any fans..." Xiao Tang looked around, "but we have white taro balls for making milk tea."

"It's all made of powder anyway," Yuan Shanming said without caring, "Let it go!"

"As for carrots... oh, the same goes for white radishes." Guan Hongyan casually cut a few slices of white radish.

"There were also seasonings like peppercorns..." Dita recalled.

"Can this five-pointed star be put in?" Yuan Shanming thought, "Forget it, just put them in together."

Fitness guy: "Oh, that's star anise, it's ok to put it in."

The pile of stuff in the pot exuded an ominous glow.

As the head chef Bai Jinshu stirred it, this thing gave off an extremely strange smell, as if questioning the conscience of everyone who made it.

As the ingredients came out of the pot, everyone fell silent.

"Hmm..." Xiao Tang thought for a while, "How about adding some green leaves to cover it... Otherwise, I'm afraid no one will eat it when I serve it out..."

This thing... is more than just about having a fight to force others to get high scores, right?

No one will eat it unless there is a fight!

"You can put some cilantro and garlic sprouts on it..." The fitness guy suggested, "I'll go pick some celery or something to decorate it... Otherwise, I'm afraid no one will dare to eat it."

"Almost...almost..." Yuan Shanming coughed lightly to cover up the embarrassment on his face while dividing the "big plate of chicken" into more than a dozen portions.

Originally, this thing had nothing to do with "Da Pan Ji". After being divided into small plates, this thing also lost its connection with the only word "Da Pan" that is somewhat related to "Da Pan Ji".

I don’t know what the situation is in other kitchens, but as the dishes come out of the pot, there is still one minute left before the end of the time for the first dish. The staff of the program team will come in and take the dishes out to the jury composed of citizens and experts for scoring.

Xiao Tang had already begun to move his limbs guiltily, muttering to himself, "Mom, you'd better arrange a few more people to come with me. I'm afraid if I let them eat this, they will unite and beat me up."

In the kitchen, the strange smell of big plate chicken lingered for a long time.

Huangmao, the only chef in the team, walked into the kitchen with the next dish prepared, making a sharp popping sound.

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I hope the jury is okay (palms together)

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