Food Hall, the knockout competition will be held today.
Mira wore a white chef's uniform and stepped into the arena. The purple badge on her chest shone brightly in the soft morning sun.
This is the identity she needs to step onto the stage.
"Look at that orc, how about we bet on her today and we will lose?"
"Go, go, go aside. I am also a native of the city of gourmet food. I want to go and find tourists."
Scenes like this are still available in many places. Just because of the amazing effect achieved by Mira's last dish, she has become a cash cow for many local residents.
Anyone who has lived in the city of gourmet food knows very well that the orcs will never pass the knockout round. Even though the gourmet food association has never stated it clearly, this is the fact.
In the 40 years since the food competition was held, no orc has ever made it out of the elimination round.
They believe in this gourmet association and this rule will not change, so they will take advantage of Mira's popularity to reap a wave of crowns.
The sound of the 'dang' gong filled the entire venue, and the players began to enter.
Mira walked into her stove with the number plate in hand, her nose twitching slightly, her eyebrows furrowed, and the smell of inferior spices filled her nasal cavity, making her want to cough.
It seems that this is one of the tricks played by the Food Association, and spices alone cannot stop her.
With the host's excited tone, the elimination round officially began.
The gravel falls, the red cloth is removed, today's theme is rice.
Today I will make the cured rice rice that Chen Ren gave me. I really don’t know how he knows so many recipes.
Thinking of Chen Ren lying on the bed, a touch of tenderness appeared in Mira's eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Sure enough, she couldn't escape as Betty said.
Pick up the soaked japonica rice from the water, apply a layer of oil evenly in the casserole, and start making it.
The cleaner standing in the aisle above the auditorium saw the flash of purple light on Mira's body, and his hand pushing the cleaning cart trembled for no reason.
He quickly rubbed his eyes with both hands, but the badge was still there.
Sky gods, are you kidding me? How could an orc get the alliance badge?
Stopping his trembling palms, he quickly took out his cell phone and dialed.
"That orc is from the Alliance, and she has the Alliance emblem on her body." There was inevitably some trembling in the words, and in the late autumn, cold sweat suddenly soaked my forehead. The demi-humans of the Alliance and the orcs outside are two different things.
"What style?"
"Purple, there is a star with silver spots around it." His throat rolled up and down, hiding in the dark, but his eyes were staring straight at the white figure.
"Cancel the arrangement and the judge will be Li Xi next time."
"Beep, beep, beep," a busy tone came out, and the other party has hung up.
He pushed the cleaning cart out of the aisle tremblingly. With the alliance's endorsement, this demi-human was no longer someone he could mess with.
At the competition venue, in front of Mira's stove, the aroma of rice has begun to appear in a basin-sized casserole.
When the lid of the pot was opened, a cloud of white mist with fragrance rose into the sky, and a sizzling sound came from the side of the pot.
The cut preserved meat is spread flat on the hot white rice. The fat on the preserved meat is slowly melted by the heat, giving the rice a smoky flavor.
Put down the lid, turn to low heat, and simmer to allow the cured meat to blend better with the rice.
Mira was not idle at the side and began to prepare the sauce for the cured rice.
Only the rice soaked in fat and smoky flavor could not allow her to advance smoothly.
A few green leafy vegetables were also picked up from the pot and the final step began.
A bird's egg was cracked and flowed onto the rice that had been dug into a hole. The vegetables were put into the casserole, and the soup was poured over the white rice and continued to simmer over low heat.
It wasn't until the smell of the seasoning mixed with the smoke wafted out that Mira turned off the heat.
The stove bell rang and she was done.
When the basin-sized casserole was brought to the judges' table, a member of the Food Association who was sitting on the edge immediately slapped the table and stood up, scolding him angrily.
"We are judges, what do you think of us when you serve us like this?"
Mira stared directly at the chief judge, her face expressionless. The badge reflected the sun's rays, and the purple star was covered with a layer of fluorescence.
"Mike, don't worry. Since Miss Mira serves the delicacies like this, she has her own purpose." The middle-aged man sitting at the main seat glanced at the badge and waved to Mike, who was sitting on the edge, to sit down.
Mike's eyes widened, this was different from what they had discussed before. However, he still obeyed the vice president's order and sat down quietly.
It wasn't until everyone at the judges' table fell silent that Mira reached out and opened the lid of the casserole, and the smoky aroma filled the air instantly.
“Claypot Rice with Cured Meat.”
The rice is stirred gently, and the golden rice burnt rises from the edge of the pot, and the aroma of the oil mixed with the aroma of the rice is enhanced to a higher level.
Bowls of rice dyed brown-red by the sauce, mixed with bird eggs, cured meats, and vegetables were brought to the judges' table.
As the vice president began to taste, the other judges followed suit and put the rice into their mouths.
The sound of white porcelain spoons and celadon bowls colliding with each other became the only sound in the judges' table.
The sound subsided, and the celadon bowl was as smooth as new, as if it had been filled with rice.
In the audience, many local bookmakers looked at this scene in shock.
That's not right, why do you eat the food cooked by an orc who is about to be eliminated so delicious? A bad premonition fills their hearts.
Next came the scoring session, but none of the judges dared to raise their cards first.
Mike kept his eyes on the vice-president sitting in the main seat. The reprimand just now made him unsure how to grade.
Other judges are also waiting for the main judge’s scoring results.
"Little girl, your future life is formidable." The vice-president raised the score board in his hand and looked at Mira with a smile.
I don’t know whether it’s her cooking skills or her alliance status.
9.8
As soon as the scores were revealed, the other judges immediately took over.
9.5 9.8 9.6 9.9 9.9
"How is that possible? It must be a shady story."
"It's over"
"It's cool, 15 times."
"Hey, honey, let's go to the night market and eat freely."
Two completely different voices erupted from the auditorium, including the dealers roaring in anger and frustration. There were also tourists holding bills cheering loudly and celebrating.
Unfortunately, none of this affected Mira who was standing on the stage. She silently accepted the promotion card handed over by the host and left the food hall amidst the cheers of the crowd.
Food competition, that's it. A sigh appeared in her heart, and she didn't know what to use to express her feelings.
There is not as much joy as I imagined, but a slight sense of loss.
Is your dream nothing more than this?
A dream born out of a food competition will naturally be affected by it.
After passing through the dark and deep corridor, Mira walked out of the arena and was illuminated by the warm sun again.
In a dark alley, a blood-stained cleaning truck was lying alone on the ground, and its owner had long since disappeared.