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Chapter 174 Napoleon: Taste the Flavor of Britain

Chapter 174: Chapter 174 Napoleon: Taste the Flavor of Britain

"I can’t say it was all my doing, but I indeed played some irreplaceable roles,"

Liu Zheng said modestly.

"Hmph, I think you were merely an ingredient."

As expected of the head chef of Bloody Restaurant, Napoleon saw through the truth at a glance.

"You could see it that way. How’s the taste?"

"Hmph, that has to be tasted to be known."

Napoleon said.

"Then please taste it."

Liu Zheng made a welcoming gesture.

"Salmon, bring me my soup spoon."

Napoleon shouted.

"Oh."

San Huamao dropped the veggies in its hand, grabbed a soup spoon, then came trotting over.

"Wow, this soup smells good, can I have some?"

It sniffed with its little nose and asked.

"You have to ask him, it’s his soup."

Napoleon took the spoon and said.

"Liu Zheng, may I have your soup?"

San Huamao looked expectantly at Liu Zheng.

"Um... of course."

Seeing Napoleon’s quasi-smiling expression, he could only say.

"You’re really kind, I’ll get you some dried fish later."

San Huamao said happily.

Napoleon scooped a spoonful from the soup pot and delivered it to his own beak.

There was no bursting of clothes, no glowing, and no colorful special effects.

Napoleon just smiled slightly, then his face became stern.

"The heat’s not bad, and the seasoning is reasonable, but the soup’s color is too light, the base taste too weak, hard to place on the grand stage,"

he evaluated.

"I will pass your feedback to the chef of this soup, but, she might have a different opinion."

Liu Zheng said.

"Hmph, my judgment is the final judgment, who dares differ?"

Napoleon said proudly.

"I can’t speak for other things, but when it comes to making soup, that chef not only has opinions but also quite strong ones. In fact, this soup was her challenge to you."

"A challenge?"

Napoleon’s gaze sharpened with disdain.

"With just this soup, she’s not worthy."

"What if we include this soup pot?"

he asked.

"Hmm?"

"The chef’s name is Guo Koutangzi, the big boss of Star Flavor Group. She has asked me to issue a challenge to you, the bet being half of this soup pot."

Liu Zheng said.

"Star Flavor Group, I’ve heard of them. They used to have a signboard in the culinary world of Metropolis, but they got caught using banned condiments during the Metropolis Culinary Contest, were disqualified, lost their signboard, and then vanished. Seems they are still around, though,"

Napoleon recalled and said.

"The Metropolis Culinary Contest?"

"Exactly. It’s a semi-official competition, winners get the priority in purchasing ingredients, the top three gain some restricted ingredients purchasing rights, and the champion gets to go beyond the borders to source ingredients,"

"But it’s irregular, sometimes it’s held annually, and other times not for ten years. The last Metropolis Culinary Contest was about five years ago,"

Napoleon said.

"With the richness of resources in Metropolis, is there still a need to source ingredients from beyond the border?"

he couldn’t help but retort.

"There are always some ingredients that Metropolis lacks. Rarity is valuable, no matter the outside value, here they are more expensive than gold."

"And, the environment in Metropolis also differs from the outside. The same ingredient grown in Metropolis differs from those grown elsewhere,"

Napoleon explained.

"I haven’t noticed any difference."

"Nonsense, you’ve never eaten imported ingredients,"

Napoleon looked at him with contempt.

Liu Zheng didn’t respond, but internally he scoffed back at Feather Chicken.

He hadn’t eaten ingredients imported from the border, but he’d eaten ingredients from another world, and daily at that.

A chicken confined to the kitchen being smug about what?

"How many championships has Bloody Restaurant won?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You’re human and yet ask such a silly question."

Napoleon’s look became even more disdainful.

???

"Our Bloody Restaurant doesn’t need to participate, obviously, we go as judges,"

Napoleon stated as a matter of fact.

"Oh."

Liu Zheng nodded nonchalantly.

Sure, you really pulled that off.

"This Guo Koutangzi, probably trying to use defeating Bloody Restaurant as a way to re-establish Star Flavor Group’s signboard, quite a clever plan,"

Napoleon scoffed.

"So, are you going to compete?"

"Compete, why not. Star Flavor Group’s cooking skills aren’t up to par, the soup pot indeed is a good item, it’s a waste to leave it with them. But I can’t go out, so let her come in for the competition,"

Napoleon said.

As head chef, as long as he had a valid reason, it was permissible to let outsiders in.

Winning the soup pot to enhance the restaurant’s soup quality was a legitimate reason.

Of course, whether Guo Koutangzi could leave afterwards, that was another matter.

"No need, each of you prepares your soup, then I’ll deliver them to each other for tasting. As for the results of the competition, Guo Koutangzi said she trusts your skills and integrity as a top chef,"

Liu Zheng said.

"Integrity, she really knows how to flatter. But it’s not a bad idea,"

Napoleon said.

He certainly wasn’t going to cheat, losing to Guo Koutangzi in making soup wasn’t the end of the world.

Bloody Restaurant’s culinary level was definitely Metropolis’s number one, but it wasn’t required to be the best in every category.

Otherwise, Si Xue would have nothing else to do daily but to interview new head chefs.

As for Guo Koutangzi cheating, that was even less of a concern.

Napoleon couldn’t leave, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t influence the outside.

A mere discredited Star Flavor Group daring to cheat, by tomorrow they could be featured as the chef’s special menu item.

"Shall I contact her to set the competition’s time and terms?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Fine, but tell her that I want the soup pot intact. If she wins, I can send her a flower basket."

Napoleon said.

"What kind of flower basket?"

"Bloody Restaurant’s chef Napoleon, congratulates the extreme flavor team on their reopening, wishing them an early return to their signature status and reaching new heights."

"Just one flower basket is more useful than sending ten million to the City Hall,"

Napoleon stood proud and imposing, his authority spilling over.

"Impressive, impressive. Eh?"

A sudden inspiration flashed through his mind.

Since it’s a competition, if there are no judges, why not...

"Chef boss, could I invite Dragonfly Captain to be the judge?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Dragonfly Captain?"

This time, Napoleon was stunned for a while.

"I remember now, there is such a guy, going around judging for people, but never appearing in official competitions, acting like a lunatic."

"Right, that’s the one. The person is indeed a bit off, but still quite fair as a judge. Last time I competed with the courier from Life-Taking Courier, it judged me as the winner,"

He briefly described the incident with the courier.

"I’ve given up on the idea of transferring you over. Encountering such rare incidents just by delivering food, who knows what bigger mess you’d create in the kitchen."

Napoleon looked at him speechlessly.

"Cough cough, all accidents. What do you think?"

"If that’s the case, then it’s also not acceptable. But if its judgment is unfair, I also won’t acknowledge the outcome,"

Napoleon said.

"No problem,"

Liu Zheng nodded.

Clearly, Dragonfly Captain is bound by rules and couldn’t possibly make an unfair judgment.

Even if it would break the rules, it wouldn’t be for something as trivial as a soup cooking competition.

"Are you done?"

Napoleon asked.

"There’s one more thing."

"Why do you have so many issues? Out with it. If there’s more after this, I’ll just slaughter you right here,"

Napoleon said impatiently.

"Then there are actually two more things."

Liu Zheng corrected himself.

"Speak."

"First, I want to buy an All Worm Banquet. Second, I’d like to buy a few bottles of fine wine,"

he said.

"First, we do have an All Worm Banquet, but there’s only one left, and I can’t sell it to you,"

Napoleon said.

"One?"

"Yes, this worm’s name is All Worm, and it was sourced from beyond the borders. It’s very rare, and since a shipment a few decades ago, there has been no more supply,"

Napoleon said.

"What if I order it as a takeout?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You want to use your Legendary Takeout Box to replicate the dish?"

"Exactly,"

he admitted, nodding.

The effects of the Legendary Takeout Box are probably no secret in the restaurant.

"You may, but you’ll have to find someone who can afford the cost,"

Napoleon said.

"Is the All Worm Banquet of high quality?"

"Not really, but as I mentioned earlier, any ingredient not available in Metropolis, regardless of its original value, becomes more expensive than gold. Plus, we only have one left,"

"The cost of this All Worm Banquet for takeout is at least equivalent to a level-two dinner,"

Napoleon said.

A level-one dinner corresponds to a Star System Level booth, thus a level-two dinner corresponds to a Planet Level booth.

Remembering the last experience of being devoured by the pajama boy, Liu Zheng felt a chill run down his spine.

"Can you be more specific about the cost?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You should go back and ask Niu Ma; it probably knows better than I do,"

Napoleon shook his head.

"Okay, and the second thing?"

"Also not selling, my debt to you is already paid,"

Napoleon said with full malice.

"Tsk."

He knew, this Feather Chicken still held a grudge.

But no matter, he would just have Niu Ma buy it later, only having to eat up the rebates.

If you’re too abstinent to lose rebates, you can’t trap the French Plane Trees.

"You talk too much; it’s affecting my performance."

Suddenly, Napoleon flapped his wings, and a secretive chill flashed by.

Liu Zheng felt a cool sensation in his mouth, and his tongue was already in Napoleon’s hand.

"Such a swift knife,"

he said, somewhat astonished.

The swiftness of the knife was one thing, but what was key was how Napoleon managed to cut off his tongue without damaging his mouth.

Especially since Liu Zheng had just had his mouth closed.

Seeing the astonishment in his eyes, Napoleon smirked with pride.

This human, always up to tricks outside, thought he was really someone important.

It just wanted him to understand that in the kitchen, whether one is a dragon or a tiger, they are merely another dish in its pot.

"Let’s go."

Napoleon took Liu Zheng directly to the slaughter room.

The slaughter room of the Bloody Restaurant looked a lot like Oynk’s slaughterhouse; it was unclear who copied whom.

He threw Liu Zheng onto the slaughter table, where the latter immediately became immobilized.

"Speak up, weren’t you quite the talker just now?"

Napoleon mocked as he stared intently at Liu Zheng.

"I’ve heard of boiling beef tongue, but I’ve never heard of boiling sheep’s tongue,"

Liu Zheng managed to say, though his speech was a bit unclear.

Napoleon’s face darkened, forgetting that this lad had heard the Gospel.

"Not just sheep’s tongue, your other parts can be boiled too. You’ll find out soon enough,"

It grabbed a blade as thin as a cicada’s wing and stabbed towards the area between Liu Zheng’s legs.

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