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Seeing the Poverty Old Man take a big gulp of fish soup, Lindu couldn't help but laugh. It seemed he had witnessed something amusing, suppressing a chuckle in his throat.
"Mm, this fish soup is quite good. It's mainly a clear broth that highlights the original flavor of the Large Mouth Clear Water Fish, complemented by the juice of Mugwort to eliminate any fishy taste—it's simply a perfect match!"
The light and refreshing fish soup had the Poverty Old Man singing its praises. After being bombarded by heavy flavors, suddenly encountering such a gentle soup felt like running under the scorching sun for a while and then stepping into an air-conditioned room—what a relief!
"Wow, this is really good! Your fish soup is made even better than that Fish-Flavored Shredded Pork!"
The Poverty Old Man continued to comment, but Lindu was completely oblivious to what he was saying. He was busy counting down, muttering to himself, "3, 2, 1, explode!"
As Lindu uttered the word "explode," the scene suddenly changed!
The Poverty Old Man's hand holding the spoon shook violently, causing it to drop to the ground with a crisp clatter. Then his cheeks puffed up, and his eyes bulged even more than when he had eaten the chili!
"Uh! Uh!"
The Poverty Old Man covered his mouth with both hands, seemingly about to vomit. He looked at Lindu with astonished eyes!
Chuckling, Lindu raised an eyebrow and said, "Poverty Old Man, do you feel something moving in your mouth?"
The Poverty Old Man quickly nodded. After Lindu's comment, he felt even more movement in his mouth, as if something lively was trying to escape!
"That's right! The Fish Flavor—my fish has come back to life!"
Lindu's voice suddenly doubled in volume as he raised his hands like a madman, shouting with an unmistakable glint of amusement in his eyes.
The live stream exploded with excitement, and everyone was left guessing what Lin had done, leading to a barrage of comments that eventually triggered the system's automatic mute feature.
The chefs from the Review Committee frowned as they looked at Lin, speculating whether he was under too much pressure and starting to lose his mind.
However, the Poverty Old Man across from him displayed an extremely strange reaction. After Lin shouted that phrase, he could no longer hold back; he suddenly released his hands and gagged loudly.
"Gulch!"
To the astonishment of the Poverty Old Man, a Large Mouth Clear Water Fish emerged from his mouth and fell to the ground, its tail flapping and its mouth opening and closing as it struggled on the floor.
A fish that had come ashore? Spitting out from the Poverty Old Man's mouth?
In an instant, the Poverty Old Man was bewildered. He had no idea what method Lin had used. Could it be that Lin was performing some kind of magic trick, turning fish soup into a Clear Water Fish?
"Fish... a living Large Mouth Clear Water Fish?"
The Poverty Old Man muttered as if in a trance, then slowly raised his head. As he did so, the scenery before him changed once again.
In his eyes was a smiling Lin, surrounded by countless Large Mouth Clear Water Fish!
The dense swarm of Large Mouth Clear Water Fish swam around Lin. The Poverty Old Man shook his head, feeling as if he were in a dream. He seriously doubted whether Lin had somehow transported him to the bottom of a lake.
Unable to resist, the Poverty Old Man reached out to touch the Clear Water Fish swimming past him.
The Large Mouth Clear Water Fish seemed quite irritable; it flicked its tail and swam up to the Poverty Old Man, then with a swift motion, it slapped him across the face!
"I! I'm so furious! This fish has such a bad temper!"
The carp was thrashing its tail, driving the Poverty Old Man mad. He was so angry that he jumped up and down, rubbed his cheeks, and looked up again to find that fish, but it was nowhere to be seen.
All the fish had disappeared, leaving the Poverty Old Man in a daze. The vivid scene from just moments ago felt like nothing more than a daydream.
Vaguely, the Poverty Old Man sensed that something was very strange about this situation. Everything that had just happened might have truly been an illusion!
How astute the Poverty Old Man was; after pondering for a moment, he pinpointed the oddity of the situation and tilted his head to look at the cutting board.
Sure enough, the Psychedelic Red Mushroom was gone! This Poisonous Mushroom had actually been used by Lin?
"You... used the Psychedelic Red Mushroom?"
The Poverty Old Man's lips trembled slightly; he felt as if something was stuck in his throat, and his voice came out unusually hoarse.
Lin just smiled, silently gesturing for the Poverty Old Man to look over at the Examiner.
Not knowing what to expect, he looked over and was truly amazed!
The ten Examiners were not as fortunate as the Poverty Old Man, who had Lin beside him to prevent him from being too deeply affected by the illusion. They had devoured all of the "Fish Flavor" without restraint!
Each of the ten looked different, swaying drunkenly on stage as if they were dancing, truly a sight to behold.
The Arrogant Old Man was somewhat amusing; he walked around like a child, flailing his arms while mumbling, "Big mouth fish, mackerel, butterfly fish, oh... Pearl Fish King! You stop right there! Don't run!"
The other examiners were also in a daze, some sitting in their chairs shaking their heads as if they were watching something amusing, while others were in a more pitiful state, disheveled and running around chaotically.
These high-ranking examiners no longer resembled the arrogant figures they had been just moments ago!
The most embarrassing one was the nemesis of the Poverty Old Man, that tall fellow. Lin Ye had done this on purpose, making his fish soup particularly potent!
This old man was left wearing only a pair of shorts, crawling on the stage, shouting loudly, "I am a fish! I am a fish!"
The chaotic scene on stage not only left the Poverty Old Man dumbfounded, but also left the chefs from the Review Committee with strange expressions. Many of them were holding back laughter, but dared not laugh out loud, their faces turning red.
"Hahaha!"
It was unclear who was the first to break down and laugh.
Soon, laughter spread like a contagious virus, with those who were normally composed laughing uncontrollably, clutching their stomachs.
"Did you really use the Hallucinogenic Toxin from mushrooms?"
The Poverty Old Man felt his throat getting itchier and could tell from the expressions of those around him how embarrassing he must have looked in front of others.
"Yes, I did use the Hallucinogenic Toxin..."
At this question, Lin's joyful smile turned into a cold sneer, which then vanished entirely, leaving his face as expressionless as a wooden board.
Those familiar with Lin would understand that this cold demeanor meant there was real anger burning within him.
"They say this Poisonous Mushroom is not an ingredient, so if I use it, that shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Lin was ultimately proud and could not suppress the initial anger he felt. It was obvious that someone among the examiners was targeting him and bullying him!
A gentleman does not hold grudges without reason!
Lin Ke would not be the one to be taken advantage of!
Did these people want him to swallow his anger silently?
That was not going to happen! Lin intended to make these people suffer the consequences of their actions!
You think you can use Poisonous Mushroom as an ingredient?
Fine, I, Chef Lin, will use this Poisonous Mushroom today to show you how to properly utilize the real Psychedelic Red Mushroom!
"Isn't what you're doing a bit excessive?"
The Poverty Old Man pressed his lips together, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. He understood that Lin was venting his anger, which was not wrong; it could even be seen as standing up for him.
However, by doing so, Lin had been pulled into the war of the Culinary World.
Lin did not realize that the Culinary World was not as simple as he imagined; it was also divided into factions. One hundred Tenth Level Chefs represented one hundred different factions!
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