Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 314 - 240: Century Thick Soup_2

Chapter 314: Chapter 240: Century Thick Soup_2

Rainbow Fruit flavored BB corn popcorn, judges’ score: full marks!

This time not only the judges were satisfied, but the onlookers were also delighted, with blissful sighs echoing everywhere after enjoying the delicious food.

After three consecutive losses, Bashi’s side had no chance of winning.

"How is this possible..."

He gritted his teeth. Where did these ingredients, more fantastic than fantasy, come from? Why is it completely different from what my intelligence said?

Bashi’s impression of the culinary area was still stuck on roasted whole pig, lobster fish, and other common ingredients, which is also the public’s knowledge of the culinary area.

Who knows why once the competition began, bizarre ingredients kept emerging like bamboo shoots after a rainstorm!

"I still have one last soup; if I don’t serve it, I won’t be convinced..."

He reached into his chef’s coat and gripped a round, green object.

The thing had facial features like a human face, and at this moment, as if feeling Bashi’s emotions, it slowly opened its eyes and shed silent tears of blood.

The Fallen Demon Egg, a lesser Fallen Demon Egg!

"Hehe."

He suddenly laughed. In the darkest moment of his life, he had found this treasure, thereby gaining miraculous powers, such as...

His fingers suddenly became rough, and with a light rub, a colorless and tasteless powder would fall off.

This powder could crudely enhance the flavor of food. No matter what it was added to, no matter how it tasted, as long as one ate it, the eater would steadfastly believe it was delicious!

I originally didn’t want to use it, but...

The fourth dish, the last dish, began.

Bashi personally took charge of the kitchen, creating an exquisite soup and cheerfully divided it into several portions.

Meanwhile, Curipa reluctantly took out a food box filled with a colorless liquid, as transparent as the sky.

He just heated it and served it to the judges. This soup... there was no need to embellish it.

Because the [Century Thick Soup] was a perfect dish.

If it weren’t for Gong Qiying’s request, he really wouldn’t bear to let the judges drink it; he hadn’t even had it himself.

Bashi very gentlemanly let Curipa serve his soup for judging first, saving his for last.

He believed he couldn’t possibly lose again.

As the Century Thick Soup was presented to the judges, the moment the lid was lifted, an aurora appeared on the clear soup, causing another round of exclamation.

The judges’ actions were uniform as they eagerly scooped a spoonful of the clear soup into their mouths.

"Mmm!"

Their bodies shuddered, and the onlookers watched with tension, all eagerly anticipating their reactions...

"Hehehe~"

Just then, the judges suddenly laughed.

"Look at their expressions, so funny!"

"No, no, rather than funny, why do I feel so disgusted."

"It’s utterly grotesque, like some pervert, I’ve got goosebumps. What on earth does that soup taste like!"

People didn’t know the taste of the soup; they only saw the judges revealing monkey-like grins, grinning so broadly even their demeanor changed.

They turned into unfeeling repeating machines, only able to say "hehehe"!

Bashi’s eyes suddenly widened; because this reaction was similar to those who ate his powder!?

Did Curipa add something to the soup too?

Seeing the judges turning into idiots who only giggled, the anxious crowd waiting for scores suddenly had someone rush to snatch the remaining Century Thick Soup on the stage.

"Since you’re not talking, I’ll taste it myself!"

"Wait a moment!" Curipa shouted with a pained expression: "Don’t grab it, I’ll feed you, okay!"

What if the soup got spilled in the scramble? Might as well take the initiative.

The judges made no response, lost in their silly smiles, indifferent to the scene’s altered vibes.

The onlookers sat in rows, and Curipa and his apprentices each held a small bowl of Century Thick Soup, dropping a single drop into everyone’s mouth.

There were too many people and too little soup; each person could only taste a drop.

Curipa, like a diligent gardener, each person opening their mouth wide awaiting his liquid.

With each drop of Century Thick Soup, a person would turn into a silly-smiling monkey.

When the bowl was finally empty, the entire crowd of onlookers had turned into monke, and the scene was filled with joy.

"Hehehe, hehehe..."

A group of people gathered, laughing like they were on some sort of cult ritual, isn’t the City Lord going to come and manage this?

Because even Count Charon was among the "hehehe" ranks, he had the luck to drink a small spoonful too.

Curipa looking at the whole scene of silly laughs, couldn’t help shaking his head, feeling a bit mentally polluted.

So he took out two preserved drops of Century Thick Soup, decisively joining in.

Leaving only Bashi and his apprentices staring at each other, drowned in laughter, not knowing what to do.

"What should we do now, Master?"

"Wait a moment, let me think."

Bashi’s mind was blank, the scene before him unimaginable even to a madman, the negative emotions drawn out by the Fallen Demon Egg somewhat lessened.

He looked at the judges, thinking you’re all laughing foolishly, what about my soup? At least taste my soup!

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