My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 54 - The Field as a Battlefield

54: Chapter 54: The Field as a Battlefield

54 -54: The Field as a Battlefield

Su Xuan, unmoving, watched disdainfully as the flying plastic chair approached.

The moment it was within inches, he quickly dodged to the left, and still, Hu Weiguo’s attempt fell through.

“Ah!” A sudden scream erupted, and disaster struck.

Turning back, Su Xuan saw that the other chefs were also terrified.

The plastic chair had struck a chef’s head, cut open the skin, and injured an eye.

The innocent chef clutched his eye and face, screaming in agony.

Staff, startled by the sounds of fighting and then a scream, entered the break room to find the bizarre scene.

With a look of surprise, they fixed their gaze on the injured chef and asked, “What happened here?”

“That head chef attacked someone,” Su Xuan said coolly, pointing at the stunned Hu Weiguo.

With a face full of shock, staff were dumbfounded.

Su Xuan seized the moment, “He is innocent, that head chef hit him with the chair.”

“Bullshit!” No explanation from ten mouths would clear things up now.

Hu Weiguo, stomping in rage, wished he could tear Su Xuan limb from limb.

The other chefs confirmed to the staff that Hu Weiguo indeed threw the chair.

Despite his repeated denials, it was already too late.

The sudden incident left the staff both angry and surprised.

They quickly left the break room to report the situation to the event organizers.

Medical staff arrived at the venue, and the second round of the competition was unavoidably delayed by twenty minutes.

After an urgent meeting, the organizers decided to disqualify Hu Weiguo from continuing in the competition.

It was a malicious injury, after all; what if other chefs got hurt next?

There would be no way to recover from that.

“I won’t accept this!

I didn’t hit anyone!

It was this kid framing me!” Hu Weiguo was carried out by three staff members, shouting furiously in the direction of Su Xuan.

Su Xuan just laughed coldly, reflecting to himself, “As the saying goes, commit too many injustices and you will bring about your own destruction.” fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

As Hu Weiguo kept shouting and cursing, no one paid him any mind.

He was forcefully removed from the arena by three staff members and taken to the lobby on the first floor.

Mei Fang, the Vice President of Fengming Restaurant, anxiously awaiting the results, showed an astonished expression.

Seeing Hu Weiguo approaching furiously, she wondered to herself, “He looks very angry.

What happened?”

“What happened, Chef Hu?

Is the competition over?” Mei Fang asked tentatively, her brows tightly furrowed.

Too angry to speak, Hu Weiguo felt ashamed to face the Vice President, silently lowering his head with embarrassment, his face reddening with frustration.

Seeing no other chefs coming out, Mei Fang pressed urgently, “What exactly happened?”

“I’ve been disqualified from the competition,” Hu Weiguo said with a tone of self-blame and indignation.

Mei Fang’s expression turned to stone, frozen for several seconds.

She looked at Hu Weiguo in shock and demanded, “Why?

What on earth happened?!”

Such an outcome was too much for Mei Fang to accept.

Hu Weiguo didn’t know how to describe what had happened in the break room.

All he felt was anger, and his hatred for Su Xuan ran deep.

“Don’t ask anymore, President Mei, I’ve been eliminated.” With an expression of infuriated shame, Hu Weiguo ripped off his chef’s hat and flung it to the ground, speaking in utter dejection.

If she couldn’t have it, neither could anyone else—that was Mei Fang’s consistent attitude.

Although anxious, she quickly composed herself and looked worriedly at Hu Weiguo, “What about the chef from Bright Moon Building?

Did he advance?”

“Don’t mention that bastard!” Hu Weiguo cursed, stuttering, “He, he advanced directly to the final round!”

“What?!” Mei Fang gasped in shock at his words.

Hu Weiguo had been expelled from the competition, while Su Xuan was utterly pleased with himself.

All the other chefs had gone out for the second round, but he didn’t have to compete in it, sitting relaxed in the break room drinking tea, waiting for the final round to begin.

More than forty minutes later, the judges finally selected three chefs to advance to the last round.

With another break in the competition, the atmosphere in the venue grew ever tenser; everyone was eager to find out who would win the title of Cooking God.

“Are you nervous?” The tall and slender Liu Zhuchu asked the nearby chef as the three chefs entered the break room one after the other.

Glancing at Liu Zhuchu, Zhou Qida responded indifferently, “No, there’s nothing to be nervous about.”

No one spoke to Su Xuan, for in the eyes of the other three chefs, he had become their common enemy—not for any other reason but because Su Xuan had progressed directly to the final showdown.

“Four chefs, the third round will start in five minutes.

Please get ready,” the host entered the break room, walking and talking while distributing a card to each of the four people.

The card detailed the final round rules: a 40-minute time limit, no set topic, with chefs free to create as they wished, any dish allowed except for cold dishes and desserts.

“I will definitely beat you!” just before stepping out of the dressing room and into the competition hall, Zhou Qida turned his head with a vicious look in his eyes and said to Su Xuan in an arrogant and definitive tone.

Su Xuan spread his hands, his face full of frivolous smiles, “I hope you can win against me.

However, I suggest you don’t get too ahead of yourself.

It’s good to have dreams, but acting like a fool in a dream is not correct!”

“You!

Just you wait!” Zhou Qida trembled with anger, never having encountered such a sharp-tongued chef before.

The four chefs walked out from the dressing room, and the competition hall erupted into a round of enthusiastic applause, as the long-awaited final round was about to begin.

The host went on with some “nonsense” on the stage, which made Su Xuan feel irritated.

He thought dismissively: Ah, it’s just a competition, why make it like a talent show?

What’s the need?

After finishing the nonsense, the host announced the judging method for the final round, divided into audience voting and judges’ votes.

With guest votes accounting for 50% of the total votes and judges for the remaining 50%, there were a total of eight judges.

“The competition begins!”

Immediately, the venue fell silent, with only the sound of gas burning at the stoves being heard.

It was a free topic, and each of the four chefs wanted to show off their best culinary skills and opted for different dishes to prepare.

Su Xuan made up his mind to simply make a signature dish taught to him by the Military God: fruitwood charcoal grilled bass.

After finding the bass in the freezer, Su Xuan busied himself with the task.

His absorbed stance showed he had reached a realm of complete concentration, paying no attention to what the other three chefs were cooking.

“Where’s the cilantro?” In a hurried search for cilantro, garlic, spring onions, ginger, fish mint, Pepper, and other such ingredients, Su Xuan managed to find almost everything he needed within a minute.

Right next to him was the charcoal grill.

Su Xuan washed the fish back and forth three times, gutted it, stuffed it with spices like star anise and Sichuan pepper, skewered it on a steel needle, and placed it on the grill, his movements quick and practiced.

The clock on the wall ticked away the seconds, as time rapidly slipped by.

At 28 minutes and 20 seconds, Su Xuan was the first to raise his hand, signaling to the host that his dish was ready.

“This dish is called ‘fruitwood charcoal grilled bass.'” Having reported the name to the host, Su Xuan’s next move left the host dumbstruck.

With a slap of his palm, a kitchen knife on the knife rack soared into the air, and Su Xuan casually caught it, slicing directly towards the aromatic grilled fish on the rack.

“Such amazing knife skills!?” A gasp of astonishment erupted from the judges’ seats.

The process lasted only half a minute, with Su Xuan’s blade moving swiftly up and down.

Then, with a sideways flick of the knife, the fish flesh was picked up on the blade, leaving only the skeletal frame on the grill.

With a flick of his wrist, Su Xuan took a moment to relish the aroma, and the slices of fish on the knife slid perfectly into the waiting plates—one slice on each of the five plates, with five slices per plate, terrifyingly precise.

“That blade skill, incredible!” A man in the guest seating stood up excitedly, clapping his hands hard in admiration.

The servers presented two plates to the judges’ table and the other three to the guest seats, with everyone looking forward to tasting the fragrant charcoal-grilled bass.

“The color is golden yellow, the fish is fragrant and tender, the spiciness is just right, combining the delicate texture of the bass with the well-mingled flavors of the seasoning—this charcoal-grilled bass is fantastic!” After tasting it, a male judge in the judges’ seats could not help but lavish praise.

Su Xuan stood by the stove, watching the expressions change on every face in the guest seating.

He couldn’t hear the discussions among the judges, but a confident smile played on his lips: My signature dish, could it possibly be bad?

The other three chefs were still busy at work.

Following closely behind Su Xuan was Zhou Qida, the most formidable among the trio.

He prepared a delicious red-braised beef tendon, a dish he seldom showcased; it featured a special secret sauce.

The moment he served it, he felt a weight lifted from his chest: Kid!

I’m definitely going to beat you!

The title of Cooking God is mine!

With just five minutes left on the clock, the other two chefs also completed their dishes: one was aloe leaf braised beef, and the other was soy-braised poussin.

The judges and guests tasted the other three dishes, and the host took the stage excitedly, “Now that the tasting session has ended, please start voting, guests!”

The voting process was mentally torturous for the other two chefs.

Su Xuan and Zhou Qida were not too nervous; they were both determined to win the title of Cooking God and were confident in their culinary skills.

“Now I will announce the results of the guest voting.

Chef number 12, Su Xuan, received 24 votes, chef number 17, Zhou Qida, received 20 votes, chef number 6, Yang Xiaochun, 7 votes, and chef number 9, Qian Zhongming, 10 votes.”

Hearing the results, Su Xuan glanced at Zhou Qida and thought with calmness: Not bad, no surprises.

Zhou Qida does have some skills!

The judges were busy scoring, but the outcome was quite clear by now.

The title of champion didn’t seem to have much to do with the other two chefs.

The difference in votes between Zhou Qida and Su Xuan was very close, so the ultimate champion would likely be between the two of them.

“Ah, no chance for us, let’s go,” said Yang Xiaochun, who received the fewest votes, with a despondent look.

He sighed to Qian Zhongming and slowly walked off the stage.

“Now I will announce the voting results of the judges.

Who will be the champion of the Cooking Gods Competition?!” The host’s words were clearly intended to whet everyone’s appetite, his hand already holding the judges’ voting results.