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Under the guidance of the Old Man of Poverty and Uncle Qing, Lin began to walk into the hotel.
The interior decoration was just as antique as the exterior of the restaurant. Upon entering, there was a sandalwood screen carved with dragons and phoenixes, showcasing its preciousness.
Surrounding them were many round tables and heavy redwood chairs. As they moved further inside, a faint floral and tea fragrance wafted through the air, a refreshing scent that was almost imperceptible.
Walking in here felt like stepping into another world, as if returning to an ancient time thousands of years ago.
This unique restaurant was not only famous in the city but also renowned throughout Azure Planet, undoubtedly a leader in the culinary world. Anyone with some knowledge could recognize the history of this establishment.
Ding Xian Pavilion was founded thirty years ago by the five most brilliant chefs of that time. Once it opened, it shocked the entire Azure Planet.
Thirty years ago, people from Azure Planet flocked to it like moths to a flame, eager to taste the chefs' signature dishes.
In just ten years, Ding Xian Pavilion had become the most famous culinary destination on Azure Planet; however, it had also reached the end of its restaurant career.
When Ding Xian Pavilion became a place of faith for chefs, it lost its original meaning and was forcefully elevated to the Divine Throne by numerous talented chefs.
Thus, Ding Xian Pavilion transformed into a legend; it no longer opened its doors to outsiders but became the ultimate testing ground for chefs on Azure Planet, serving as a branch for interstellar chef assessments.
Upon learning about Ding Xian Pavilion's history, Lin Xin felt a surge of excitement within him, a long-lost thrill igniting in his heart.
This place reminded him of his first participation in the Culinary Master Competition, reigniting all his passion for cooking!
At this moment, the Bullet Screen Group did not let Lin down; various seasoned foodies began to showcase their knowledge as connoisseurs.
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"Ding Xian Pavilion! Bro, are you aiming for something extraordinary? Ordinary chefs can't even get through the doors of Ding Xian Pavilion!"
"It must have been more than three years, right? I remember the last time I was fortunate enough to see the interior of the Ding Xian Pavilion was during the last City Food Festival, when the media entered to discuss its history..."
"Bro! You have to be careful; the chefs inside Ding Xian Pavilion are all legendary figures! Don't fall for their tricks!"
"I just searched and saw you entering Ding Xian Pavilion. I knew you would finally earn a title that matches your culinary skills this time!"
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The fans were enthusiastic, and their expectations were high; they simply hoped for Lin's success.
This time, Lin focused intently on the barrage of comments. Seeing everyone's different yet similar well-wishes, Lin Shen took a deep breath, brought his index and middle fingers together, lightly raised them to his forehead, and declared loudly, "Everyone, don't worry; I won't let you down!"
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Afterward, Lin and his companions walked straight inside, led by the Poverty Old Man. They moved smoothly through the space, with every server they encountered bowing respectfully to the Poverty Old Man, greeting him with, "Poverty Old Man, you have arrived."
At this moment, the Poverty Old Man seemed like a different person. With his hands clasped behind his back and his slightly hunched back straightened, he merely nodded in acknowledgment to anyone who spoke to him.
Here, the Poverty Old Man was one of the Top Chefs; he held a regal presence that naturally commanded respect.
After passing through several ancient-style corridors, Lin and his companions finally arrived at their true destination—the Gathering of Immortals.
As grand as its name suggests, this room was the most luxurious in Ding Xian Pavilion, occupying the entire third floor, which was also the top level with the best view.
Upon entering, they found it already filled with people; counting carefully, there were over a hundred guests present.
At the front is the area for the ten judges, with ten square tables, behind which are wooden chairs worn smooth by time, occupied by nine elderly men of various appearances.
These are the evaluators for Lin's assessment, and they are the only ten chefs above Fifth Level on Azure Planet.
Interstellar Chefs are divided into ten levels. Although chefs are not as numerous as martial artists, who have a vast base of followers, they still adhere to a strict grading system.
Moreover, they have a "cruel" grading system that even martial artists find daunting.
As the closest to the position of Galactic Chef, there are only one hundred Tenth Level Chefs in the entire star sea. Whenever a new Tenth Level Chef is born, it signifies that one has become a historical relic.
To ascend to this divine status, one must undergo fierce competition. This system, which lacks a peak in culinary skills and is solely based on intense rivalry, ensures that culinary arts remain vibrant and continually evolving.
Thus, Azure Planet, as a First-Level Civilization with ten chefs above Fifth Level, is quite remarkable in the Culinary World, including several Seventh Level masters.
A Seventh Level chef commands respect wherever they go; it serves as a dividing line akin to that of unparalleled martial artists.
Upon entering the room, all eyes immediately turned to the Poverty Old Man. Many greeted him respectfully, and he merely nodded before leisurely taking a seat to the side.
As the recommender, the position that should belong to the Poverty Old Man had to be relinquished.
The vacant spot was filled by Qing Uncle, who first greeted each of the nine elders before taking his place as an evaluator.
The atmosphere here felt somewhat oppressive; those old men appeared very stern. They exuded more authority than martial artist evaluators and sat with their eyes closed in a meditative state, resembling enlightened sages.
Until the Poverty Old Man stood up and said: "Qiong Wuyou brings his direct disciple Lin, who qualifies as a Seventh Level chef. I request that Lin be allowed to participate in the free-level chef assessment. Please approve this, Assessment Panel."
The sentence felt like a fixed poem, capturing everyone's attention. For a moment, no one whispered; they all sat up straight.
Lin sensed the atmosphere around him seemed to freeze. He felt slightly awkward as the Live Streamer spun around him in a full circle, appearing somewhat ridiculous and out of place in this serious setting.
"The Assessment Panel approves!"
The powerful voice startled Lin. He looked up to see the ten Examiners standing up, their expressions serious, including Qing Uncle.
"The Review Committee is in place!"
A loud voice came from behind him as dozens of chefs stood up. They ranged from third-tier to Fifth Level, all renowned chefs from the city.
Due to the rigor of the free assessment, in addition to the ten main examiners, over fifty members of the review committee were required. If more than half of the review committee voted against a candidate, it could negate their qualification for evaluation.
This illustrates the strictness of the Culinary World system. The boundaries of culinary skills are quite vague compared to martial artists, who rely solely on strength. Therefore, they are even more meticulous, to the point that it feels suffocating.
"Candidate Lin, are you ready?"
The elderly man speaking seemed not to notice Lin at all, not lifting his head as he asked with drooping eyelids.
"I'm here!"
Lin was annoyed by the old man's pretentious demeanor. However, under pressure, he had no choice but to comply and shouted back with a pout.
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