strictlysupreme Chapter 951 Habits Become Second Nature
Chapter 951 Habits Become Second Nature
Chapter 951 Habits Become Second Nature
The Culinary Demon Competition, a cooking competition that started about a hundred years ago, is different from normal competitions that allow people to taste delicious food.
The purpose of this hellish competition is to allow those whose senses have become numb due to their pursuit of thrills and pleasure to experience the most primal, ancient, and cruel essence of malice through the delicacies of the abyss.
Only in this kind of competition, there are no distinctions of faction, realm, hell, or border, no distinctions of solidifiers, ascendants, or hellish creatures. As long as one is confident in their culinary skills, they can come to the world stage to showcase themselves.
Not only are the rewards generous, but the judges who participate in the viewing or experience are all big shots from hell!
The rancher was also among them. In the past, during the main competition, He would send down an avatar to watch the game and taste the food.
But that was in the past.
Overnight, this god of hell announced to the abyss that he had been exonerated and had come ashore, and that he had ascended to heaven from hell with the Land of Bliss and the affected parts of the world. After entering the present world, he was officially announced by the Astronomical Society.
The head of the Hell's Kitchen competition committee, who had been drinking heavily last night, woke up to this message and slapped his assistant several times to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
What kind of hellish joke is this?!
What are we supposed to do if you clear your name?!
We're still fucking in hell!
The big names and seasoned chefs who came for the main event were most looking forward to the project that would allow ranchers who didn't understand the difference between delicious and bad food to develop an emotional response to their own cooking and give their evaluation.
This is the annual grand finale of the competition. If the rancher isn't there, not only will the number of viewers on the dark web stream drop, but the number of contestants might also decrease by half due to a lack of interest.
Empty titles like "champion" can no longer satisfy those dark souls.
Left with no other option, the organizers had to hold an emergency meeting and decide to go to the scene to find ranchers who had laundered their money.
But here is the problem.
The current realm is so vast, and the true forms of hellish creatures cannot enter, so how do we find them?
Fortunately, at this time, the Hell's Kitchen Competition Committee saw the name 'Huai Shi' in that report, as well as the relationship between the person and the rancher.
Good heavens, our qualifier, the rising star of the Culinary Prodigy competition, the registered Culinary Prodigy, is actually the heir to the Zhifuletu Group?!
Not only is he young and promising, becoming a Calamity Musician and a Legendary Investigator at a young age, but he is also so filial that he wants to cook for the rancher himself.
That's great! Your friend is my friend, and your godfather is everyone's godfather. Getting in touch makes things much easier.
Even hell cannot escape the bad habit of relying on acquaintances for favors.
"We tried texting and calling Mr. Huai Shi, but he seems to be busy." The shadowy figure wiped his sweat, sensing the faint divine power emanating from Su Lin, a power similar to, or even more terrifying than, that of the rancher.
"I acted expediently, so I established a temporary call using Mr. Huai Shi's Chef's Certificate. I never expected to find you using it at the same time."
"A meal?"
As the shadowy figure finished speaking, he slowly opened his mouth wide, looking at Su Lin who was enjoying his meal.
"Excuse me for asking, what do you think of this dish?"
"Delicious, I love it." Su Lin sucked the oil from her fingertips.
"I see."
The shadowy figure paused for a moment, then asked, "Could you describe the taste?"
"Sweet and salty," Su Lin said.
At this moment, the shadowy figure seemed to have made a decision. He directly threw the soul from faraway hell into this place, disregarding the loss and the risk of being discovered and destroyed by the Astronomical Society.
"My apologies, Your Excellency the Rancher."
The dark figure, dragging its broken and weakened soul, bowed and said, "I hope you will taste a dish that I have personally prepared!"
He plunged one hand into the soul and suddenly pulled it out, presenting a white porcelain plate with what appeared to be an ordinary dish of bacon and eggs with buttered bread.
[I wonder if Dad ate something unclean in hell, because he passed out after only a sip of soup, but now I have time to come and play with you.]
"Even the most powerful chef wouldn't be able to defeat their natural enemy so easily with their food, would they?"
[I don't know, but Sister Luo Xian has already prepared the next dish. I'll come find you after I finish eating.]
"Luo Xian?! Qingyu, don't eat!"
beep--
The call was abruptly cut off.
Huai Shi, who was about to call back, glanced in this direction and her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Is it worth it?" Su Lin asked doubtfully, putting down the food in her hand. "Would you risk your life just to eat a dish for me?"
"I must consider this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" The shadowy figure prostrated himself, utterly excited.
"In my pursuit of culinary perfection, I was imprisoned in hell for 579 years. I once offered you a dish, but you have probably forgotten it."
Most chefs who encounter ranchers feel a sense of frustration. Facing this god who eats everything without batting an eye and can devour all dishes without any reaction, everything they've sacrificed for the art of cooking—the dignity, humanity, and reason they've given up—seems to have been for naught.
The shadowy figure was no exception; he was once an arrogant chef who tried to move the gods with his dish, not a member of the organizing committee.
It wasn't until he met the rancher that he finally gave up cooking for others amidst his defeat.
Now, the deity before us seems to be able to appreciate the beauty of human food.
Then He will surely be able to taste and understand the pain and calamity contained in this dish.
Supporting a shattered soul, beneath the blurred face of the shadowy figure lay hope and pleading.
"Originally, this was a breakfast I prepared for myself, but I also put in all the skills I have learned so far. Over the years, I have never slacked off on my culinary journey, and I have even surpassed my previous level of excellence!"
Su Lin wiped her mouth, picked up a piece of bacon, coated it with the runny yolk of a fried egg, placed it on the bread, and put it in her mouth.
"It's just a regular breakfast. Oh, it feels like some kind of calamity is brewing in my mouth."
The shadowy figure nearly had its soul scattered upon hearing the first half of Su Lin's words, but upon hearing the second half, it used its willpower to forcefully gather its nearly disintegrated soul together.
He must hear the most honest feedback before he can rest in peace!
"..." Su Lin glanced at the dark figure and used his divine will to revise and alter the nature of his divine body, causing the immunity to calamities to temporarily disappear.
Ultimately, what's the point of this competition to see who can cook the worst food?
Compared to the glowing dishes made by their own chef, Emia, which have an illusion-like clothing-tearing effect.
"Hurry up and draw it, what are you dawdling for?!" A urging voice came from the side.
Su Lin looked at the brand-name phone for holdout residents in his hand, then at the second-hand game company he would inherit, and then looked around blankly.
“You fussy old man!” said my roommate on the top bunk.
He remembered.
As an ordinary college student, with a meager monthly allowance, the number of gacha pulls I've saved up is negligible in a game where there's almost no guaranteed pull.
Endure, endure, endure, yet one after another, white-haired satellites are launched into the sky.
Finally, after seeing his rich roommate slowly use his money to acquire powerful items, Su Lin took out the 1,000 yuan of pocket money and 500 yuan of Alipay he had saved from his summer part-time job, ready to spend it all!
The colored circle is crooked.
The gold plating is crooked.
My heart was utterly empty, filled with regret and self-pity.
The summer evening was so hot and humid. The dormitory air conditioner had just run out of electricity. When it was another old hand's turn to pay his electricity bill, he used the excuse of going to the toilet to let you go first. In the end, there was still no electricity after you paid. It turned out that the electricity was being supplied to the stadium because international students were holding a sports meet.
When I returned, the guy in the upper bunk, who was incredibly wealthy, happened to be pretending to be a lucky winner in the gaming group, acting like a seal (a lucky person who gets rich quick).
Various negative emotions began to arise, and self-doubt began to emerge.
I'm sorry for being born a human being.
All the flavors were bitter as they entered the throat, but the moment the Adam's apple moved slightly, the sweetness of the butter began to spread in the mouth.
You look at the five single draws you have left and start clicking randomly.
Five consecutive gold coins, two four-stars, two five-star white-haired characters, and a five-star Craft Essence. Upon witnessing this, the whale on the upper bunk and the visiting classmate excitedly let out a curly-haired baboon roar, which startled the old-timer in the toilet so much that he dropped his phone into the latrine.
This time, you experienced all sorts of negative emotions from others.
But in the end, the spender is still a spender, and the old hand still hasn't paid the electricity bill. Looking at the Alipay records left by his impulsive spending, he suddenly felt that it was pointless to take this kind of thing seriously.
Life is like a dream, like sweet dew.
All is nothingness
Su Lin covered her mouth, leaned back in her seat, and exclaimed, "Extremely."
"I am deeply grateful!" The shadowy figure shed tears, his soul dissipated, and he had no regrets.
"Wait." Su Lin stretched out a hand, re-condensing the dissipated soul particles from nothingness. "Go back and prepare for the competition. This is a Hellish intangible cultural heritage; we must increase publicity. Never mind, let me organize it."
He sent the stunned shadow back to hell, then stared blankly at the dish.
"Is it good?" Huai Shi's eyes twitched as he tentatively asked.
Su Lin remained silent, staring at the remaining bacon and eggs. He picked up another piece, put it in his mouth, chewed it, savored it, and finally swallowed it slowly, making a sound of enjoyment in his throat.
Huai Shi: "?"
Is your sense of taste still human? Has it been assimilated by the rancher?! Wait, even the Abyss Chef Demon can make food delicious? That one just now looked like one of the committee referees I'd seen before.
If special treatment is given to this extent, does that mean God can do whatever Hell wants?!
"Even Shirou Emiya couldn't do that."
Su Lin picked up another slice and wolfed it down, ignoring the new dishes that Uncle Fang had brought out.
"Let me have a taste!" Huai Shi said enviously, snatching the last piece of bacon from Su Lin's chopsticks and putting it in her mouth.
chew.
[This is the first time I've given up on free-to-play gaming. The gacha pulls I got from buying a monthly pass didn't go well, and I've run out of instant noodles. I'll have to drink tap water tonight to tide me over.]
Sadness and despair are awakened from the source matter.
Huai Shi vomited bile in a sorry state, tears streaming down her face: "It tastes awful!"
Fortunately, Uncle Fang appeared just in time, as if he had anticipated this, and placed the trash can in front of them.
Looking up again, Su Lin had already torn open a space, and was vomiting with his head facing inwards.
"Of course it tastes awful! I've never eaten anything this bad in my life. Ugh—!"
Su Lin looked up, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, and smiled, "I've never eaten anything this awful."
vomit--!
"Then why are you eating so enthusiastically?!" Huai Shi looked up in disbelief.
"Silly child." Su Lin's smile gradually turned cold. "If I didn't act like this, why would you willingly come and try it?"
To inflict 10,000 damage on yourself while injuring 800 on the enemy?!
Huai Shi wanted to say something, but a sweet aftertaste returned to his soul, and his heart was satisfied for only a moment before immediately sinking into nothingness.
My stomach is spasming.
Consciousness dissolves in nothingness.
Having spent hundreds of years in hell, this veteran master chef, capable of revealing a dragon on his right shoulder while feigning weakness, is far beyond the reach of a newcomer like myself.
"It tastes even worse than what my senior sister makes."
From a hazy blank, Huai Shi gave up thinking.
He seemed to see a paradise, a group of familiar animals, and several familiar kittens flying in the air—probably Tmall cats.
Led by the little cats, he saw a crow staring in disbelief as it rolled up a soup spoon with its wings.
The other party sat with the aged Creator, astonished that Huai Shi had appeared there.
Water Mirror Peak.
Zhong Li woke up from his dream in Principal Yan Sen's office, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment, which eventually turned into deep incomprehension.
"Fellow Daoist Meng"
"I have something to attend to."
Meng Qi stood up and hurriedly left: "I'm going to Zhutian City with Xiao Sang to do some shopping."
He walked quickly and somewhat recklessly, almost bumping into Xiao Yan, who was coming over to get pills at the door.
"I've prepared some calming medicine for you. What's wrong with Old Meng?" Xiao Yan sat down and placed the medicine bottle on the table.
Yan Sen chuckled as he poured two cups of Enlightenment Tea, then placed a precious jade bearing a massive soul imprint on the table and pushed it in front of Zhong Li: "They refuse reincarnation or merging with the Silver Sea; they only want to follow you."
"Life is but a fleeting dream within a dream, worldly affairs are like the wind in the wind."
Zhongli pondered for a moment and said, "From a general rational point of view, the Eastern Emperor that Fellow Daoist Meng met after the creation of the world was not the real me, and my contract with them was completed at the end of the era."
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"Alright, thank you for your trouble, Fellow Daoist Yansen."
He shook his head and put the precious jade away.
"After all, I served as the Imperial Advisor for a period of time, and it was my duty to share the Emperor's burdens," Yan Sen smiled.
"What Eastern Emperor? What Imperial Preceptor?" Xiao Yan asked curiously, "Tell me about what happened when you went to Huai Shi's place in your dream this time?"
After some casual conversation
"This seems to be a good experience," Xiao Yan sighed.
"It's a pity I was delivering things to the old man's wives at that time, otherwise I might have been able to participate in the Witch's Night with you all while I was on Water Mirror Peak."
Such a legendary story, achieved through one's own efforts without relying on external forces, even if it's just a dream by chance, can surely be very beneficial.
"Huh?" Yan Sen chuckled. "Is this all Fellow Daoist Xiao is interested in?"
"Is there anything else?" Xiao Yan asked, puzzled.
"Under the manipulation of the Three Pure Ones in the guise of Fellow Daoist Meng, Fellow Daoist Zhongli has now acquired the authority of the Eastern Lord," Yan Sen said. "Don't you think it's quite a coincidence?"
"Oh," Xiao Yan nodded, then realized, "I'm used to it."
“…” Zhongli paused for a moment, then said, “Indeed.”
In a corner of the room, Klein casually scratched his head and calmly walked past.
(End of this chapter)