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The Ding Xian Pavilion and Drunken Immortal Residence are filled with guests who have taken their seats.
Yuming, Fatty, and the Poverty Old Man are seated in the accompanying guest area, while others have settled in as well. Wu Star Guardian and Master Yun occupy the main guest and secondary guest positions, but the fans seem unconcerned.
All of them are young and have come to see Lin and taste the Culinary God’s craftsmanship. They value friendship and culinary skills above all else.
This group of young people rarely gets to meet peers of similar status, so they engage in lively conversation and laughter, creating a vibrant atmosphere.
Orange Juice Management, representing the organizers, appears quite excited. He occasionally nudges Fatty beside him and asks, “Fat Brother, when will my brother arrive?”
“Don’t worry, everyone. Once he finishes preparing in the kitchen, he’ll make an appearance. Let’s wait for the feast to begin!” Fatty replies with a smile while fiddling with the Live Streamer.
“Look over there! The dishes are already coming out!” someone exclaims while watching Lin's live streaming, giving them a clear view of the kitchen's activities.
On the virtual screen, Lin has a serious expression as he tends to a large pot on the stove filled with boiling water. Steam fills the air as he plunges a slotted spoon into the pot. There are vegetables on the spoon, but they move too quickly to identify what they are.
“Vi, Snow Country seasoning.”
With a swift motion resembling a dragon diving into the sea, Lin scoops up the vegetables from the pot and immediately transfers them to a plate before turning to stir-fry in another pan behind him.
In that pan, there is no venison visible; only seasonings are bubbling away. It seems that the cold dish isn’t ready yet, and it will take some time before he starts on the hot dishes.
After stirring for a moment, Lin quickly removes the sauce from the pan and places it onto a plate.
Turning again, he tastes both the sauce and Vi's seasoning before nodding in approval. First, he pours the sauce over the vegetables, followed by the seasoning.
“Qing Uncle, plating!”
After shouting this, Lin no longer looked at the Snow Country Platter. He turned around to continue preparing another dish, while the chefs gathered around him, revolving like a well-oiled machine after their initial adjustments.
……
“Here it comes, the first dish from the Divine Menu, Snow Country Platter.”
Viewers of the Live Streaming shouted excitedly. Just as he finished speaking, a server approached the table with a tray and announced loudly, “The first dish of the Whole Deer Feast, Cold Eight Dishes, is Snow Country Platter.”
Once the platter was set down, everyone leaned forward to take a closer look.
In the center of the large plate, ice was piled high, resembling a snow-capped mountain, covered with an assortment of unidentifiable greens, and drizzled with a milky white sauce that mimicked snow.
“Ahem, let me explain the origin of this dish.”
Fatty stood up, directing the Camera of the Live Streamer towards the “Snow Country Platter.” The people around him cheered, even Master Yun watched Fatty with interest, appearing quite intrigued.
“This is the first cold dish, entirely an original creation by Ge. It uses special ingredients from Snowy Mountain, including Snow Clear Vegetable, Deer Shadow Grass, and Snow Country Platter. According to Ge, these ingredients are all food for the Silverhorn Antelope, making it perfect as an appetizer for the Whole Deer Feast.”
Noticing mixed reactions among the crowd, with some frowning, sharp-witted Fatty quickly understood. He paused for a moment and continued, “Please rest assured that these vegetables are well-known local wild greens that residents frequently consume. They are nutritious and hard to obtain; ordinary people can’t easily find them!”
In any case, it was just a bit of persuasion. Fatty wasn’t sure if anyone had actually eaten these dishes before; he firmly believed that whatever Lin made would definitely be delicious!
Sure enough, upon hearing this, everyone became interested and eager to try the dish.
Initially ready to pick up his chopsticks for a taste, Fatty noticed a signal from Poverty Old Man. Realizing there were outsiders present, he quickly placed the food he had picked up back onto the platter and instructed the server to serve it to Master Yun.
“Master Yun is our renowned gourmet from the Solar Ranger Academy. Naturally, you should have the first taste and provide your evaluation.”
Master Yun had lived for over a hundred years, and as the saying goes, the older one gets, the wiser one becomes. He observed Fatty and Poverty Old Man's actions clearly, yet he still nodded in approval, secretly praising Fatty for his cleverness.
After Master Yun had sung the praises of the dishes and slightly nodded, he softly said, "I won't comment for now; let's wait a bit."
He slowly closed his eyes, continuing to chew delicately, as if savoring something.
The people nearby were curious upon seeing Master Yun like this. They each tasted the dishes, but after eating, no one felt particularly impressed.
This cold dish was merely ordinary, even somewhat bland, with only the faint aroma of grass. Was Lin trying to feed them like deer?
Putting down their chopsticks, everyone simply offered a polite remark to Noodle Shop, saying, "Not bad, not bad."
However, it seemed to be just for Lin Mian's sake; their insincerity was evident in their disappointed expressions.
Before long, the waiter came again, calling out, "The second dish of the Whole Deer Feast: Spicy Venison Tongue!"
This time Fatty felt quite embarrassed. He knew the previous dish had not met expectations and could only use his words to lavish praise on this second dish.
Everyone tried the second dish again but found it still lacked flavor; no one reached for a second bite.
The pace of serving the dishes quickened afterward. Everyone kept their chopsticks moving, tasting one unremarkable cold dish after another.
Was there any standard?
Indeed there was; an ordinary Fifth Level chef or even a Sixth Level chef could produce this level of food. However, compared to Lin's renowned signature dishes that were rumored about, it fell far short.
Everyone would rather have a bowl of Cool Summer Noodles with Fried Sauce or even The Taste of a Summer Morning than eat these ordinary dishes.
After finishing the seventh dish, Cold Roasted Venison, Master Yun finally stopped resting his eyes. With a slightly disappointed expression, he looked around at everyone.
"Seven Cold Dishes," starting with the cold platter, subtly reveals the Chef's intentions. Although these dishes may seem Flat and unremarkable, they still meet the standards of a Sixth-Level Chef. The tenderness of the Venison and the chewy texture of the Deer Tendon are well expressed. Unfortunately, they fall short of my expectations, especially considering the scale of this Feast.
After a pause, Master Yun smiled slightly and looked at Fatty, saying, "If there is a highlight in this Feast, it would be this friend explaining the dishes. He has quite a way with words, though he tends to be a bit extravagant."
Seeing Master Yun's appreciative gaze, Fatty couldn't feel happy at all. How he wished he could slam the table and shout, "What are you talking about! My brother is not just at this level!"
But Fatty couldn't do that. Aside from the occasion, Master Yun was indeed impressive. Lin's dishes this time seemed to lack some unique flavors.
"Master Yun, you speak too soon. I know my disciple best; when cooking, he always likes to put in some thought... the real flavor is yet to come."
Surprisingly, Poverty Old Man spoke up in rebuttal.
He had shown great respect since Master Yun's arrival and shouldn't have made such remarks. This undoubtedly questioned Master Yun's commentary as a gourmet, which was a significant disrespect to a food critic!
Yet Poverty Old Man did just that. Besides being protective of his disciple, he genuinely recognized Lin's intentions. More importantly, Poverty Old Man was convinced that Lin's skills were beyond this.
"Oh? Wu Yu's comments have piqued my interest."
Master Yun smiled calmly. He understood Qiong Wuyou's temperament; if it could make him react this way, it seemed there was still a twist ahead. Could it be that his speculation about the Chef's intentions had yet to be realized?
"The Whole Deer Feast concludes with the eighth dish: Deer Blood Elixir!"
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