Chapter 100: Food Competition Champion

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

However, it was impossible to deny the importance of the Wang family’s role in logistics. In war, apart from the warriors and generals, logistics played a crucial role. If the logistics couldn’t keep up, no matter how brave and fearless the soldiers on the frontline were, once the enemy realized their logistics were compromised and intentionally delayed to stretch their battle line, they would face dire consequences.

Initially, the Zhou and Wang families had a strong cooperative relationship, but at some point, the Wang family began making minor errors in logistics. These errors alone were insufficient to prove negligence on the part of the Wang family, but they proved fatal to the soldiers on the battlefield.

Zhou Ling’s eyes darkened, reminiscent of the battle eight years ago when Liao Jun turned the tide. Due to a shortage of half the mental strength potions, the allied army was nearly wiped out.

The original commander of that battle hailed from the Zhou family’s main lineage. However, he was compelled to relinquish command due to a spiritual power riot before Liao Jun could rush to his support. Command was then handed over to a Wang family officer. Had it not been for this officer’s temporary conscience and use of his authority to mobilize additional medicine from the Wei family’s warehouse, Liao Jun would likely have been unable to save this doomed battle even if he arrived in time.

The Wang family’s actions truly demonstrated their disregard for the lives of the Alliance’s people in their pursuit of power. Their collusion with the Wei family, driven by blind greed, was nothing short of foolish.

Four hours quickly passed. Just one minute before the countdown ended, Liao Ning turned off the flame under the lotus root pork ribs soup. As soon as the countdown concluded, the staff members took to the stage and transferred the participants’ dishes to ten vacant tables. Each participant had their own designated table.

The tension rose during the judging phase. The staff members, all dressed in identical attire, had disrupted the order while serving the dishes, making it impossible for the audience, including the judges, to determine who each dish belonged to, except for the dish names.

The judges displayed exceptional professionalism as they meticulously tasted each dish, fully grasping how to savor the flavors and extract the complete essence of the cuisine. Liao Ning couldn’t help but be astonished. She never expected to find a true gourmet in this Interstellar Alliance, where food culture was scarce and lacking, someone who genuinely understood how to appreciate a delectable dish.

“What’s all this? None of it is edible!” exclaimed an old man with a white beard as he took a sip of the soup prepared by someone. Instantly, his face crumpled in a way that piqued the curiosity of those around him, wondering just how repulsive it must have tasted.

Beside the old man, a middle-aged gentleman also took a sip, driven by curiosity. However, his reaction was only a slight frown, unlike the white-bearded old man.

Addressing the old man as Elder Jiang, the middle-aged man remarked, “Elder

Jiang, I believe this soup is not entirely unpalatable.”

Elder Jiang responded with merciless mockery, “You juniors have had the fortune of savoring true delicacies at your age, so naturally, you cannot discern what genuine delicacies are!”

Elder Jiang’s final words resonated loudly, leaving many young judges feeling ashamed and doubting their worthiness as gourmet judges.

Subsequently, except for the middle-aged man who initially spoke, the younger judges consciously distanced themselves from Elder Jiang, apprehensive of receiving a lecture from him if they were not careful.

Pointing at the soup, Elder Jiang’s old eyes gleamed with a golden light as he asked the middle-aged man beside him in a quivering voice, “Xiao Lin, was this made by Zhu Ying? Are there any exceptionally aged participants in this

culinary competition?”

Xiao Lin, carefully recalling the list provided by the competition organizers, found it populated by young individuals in their teens and twenties, with no exceptionally old participants.

He shook his head, signaling to Elder Jiang that there were none.

Elder Jiang refused to believe it. “That can’t be true. Only Zhu Ying could produce such a flavor! I must inquire with the competition organizers!”

Xiao Lin quickly intervened, pulling Elder Jiang back. “Elder Jiang, we are in the middle of a competition. We can approach the organizers after it concludes.”

Pensively stroking his beard, Elder Jiang pondered for a moment before agreeing to Xiao Lin’s suggestion. “You’re right. It is highly likely this was made by Zhu Ying. I intend to give this table of dishes a high score!”

I didn’t, I didn’t! Xiao Lin felt bitter.. He really didn’t say that Zhu Ying made all these dishes!

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