Chapter 117 Oscar: Dong'er, come and eat my big sausage! What the heck is this "Iced Drink God"?
[Warning: Irrational interference detected among the judges.]
[To ensure absolute fairness and impartiality in the "Culinary Showdown."]
[The Sky Screen immediately activates "Absolute Rationality" mode.]
[Remove all "filters," "sentiments," "worship," and "factional affiliations" from the judges regarding the contestants.]
[Please judge as pure diners.]
A cold, mechanical voice exploded in the minds of the five.
The next second, the white light dissipated.
Huo Yuhao and the other four were still sitting on the judges' panel, unharmed.
However, their eyes had changed.
That fanatical, blind, god-like worship had completely vanished.
In its place was a clear, rational, even somewhat critical gaze.
In their minds, they still knew that the person before them was Oscar, a Shrek Academy student from ten thousand years ago.
However, the "must-fawn over," "must-protect" emotions brought about by the halo of "Shrek Ancestor," "Future God of Food," had been completely erased.
Now, in their eyes, Oscar was just a contestant. Nothing more.
"Uh..."
Xu Sanshi blinked, rubbed his throbbing temples, and looked at Oscar again.
The moment he saw him, his expression became incredibly interesting.
His previous "ancestral filter" shattered completely.
What he saw now was a scruffy-bearded man in a tight-fitting, light green school uniform, lewdly rubbing a long, fleshy object.
Especially that phrase, "I have a big sausage."
Without the "divine halo," it sounded like a thug harassing a respectable woman in the street.
"Holy crap..."
Xu Sanshi instinctively shrank back, muttering with disgust:
"Who is this uncle? So greasy? And chanting such vulgar incantations in public? This thing... is it really edible? Is it even hygienic?"
Xiao Xiao, standing nearby, reacted even more violently.
As a girl, without the "idol filter," Xiao Xiao looked at the large sausage held in Oscar's hand, and her stomach churned.
"Ugh..."
Xiao Xiao covered her mouth, her face pale:
"Oh my god, did he... did he not wash his hands? And that manufacturing process... it's conjured from his hands? This is so disgusting! Who would eat this kind of thing!"
Wang Dong'er was also stunned.
Looking at Oscar, the "fighting for glory" impulse in Wang Dong'er's heart vanished completely.
What remained was only the physical discomfort of a well-mannered noblewoman at the scene before her.
"This is... what they call 'gourmet food'?"
Wang Dong'er frowned, her cold gaze sweeping over the sausage in Oscar's hand before involuntarily turning to the opposite side.
There, Xue Ji was elegantly arranging colorful, steaming iced drinks, garnished with fresh mint leaves and fruit slices, on exquisite trays.
The crystal-clear ice cubes clinked against the sides of the cups, producing a crisp, melodious sound.
The rich aroma of milk and the refreshing scent of fruit intertwined, creating a sense of tranquility with just a whiff.
It was as if one were transported to a snowy summer world.
Without comparison, there is no harm.
On one side, a lecherous old man's steaming hot sausage; on the other, a stunningly beautiful mature woman's meticulously crafted modern, refreshing drink.
In the eyes of the absolutely rational judges, devoid of any sentimentality, this was simply a contest on a completely different level!
"Gulp."
This time, Huo Yuhao's swallowing wasn't for Oscar, but purely from the irresistible allure of that "Snow King Lemonade."
He subconsciously glanced at his companions, finding their expressions remarkably identical.
Those looks seemed to say:
What's the point of this competition?
Get those damn sausages away, we want to drink that!
Oscar clearly hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation.
Looking at the five "junior students" staring intently at him from the judges' panel, Oscar assumed they were either intimidated by his domineering aura as the "God of Food" or simply drooling with envy.
After all, in Shrek Academy, no one could resist his sausages!
"Hehe, looks like everyone's getting impatient."
Oscar tossed his supposedly dashing silver hair, grabbed five sizzling sausages, and trotted over to the judges' panel.
"Come on, juniors! Although the conditions are simple, I've used all my soul power! This is a specially made sausage with both 'restorative' and 'exhilarating' effects! One bite and you'll be full of energy, two bites and you'll live a long life!"
With that, Oscar shoved the shiny sausage right in front of Wang Dong'er, who was closest to him, and said expectantly, "This pretty junior, ladies first, you go first!"
Looking at the fleshy object practically shoved against her nose, and smelling the greasy odor mixed with Oscar's sweat and some unknown meaty odor, Wang Dong'er, in a state of "absolute rationality," didn't accept it with the tearful emotion Oscar had expected.
Instead, a hint of undisguised disgust flashed in Wang Dong'er's pink-blue eyes.
Wang Dong'er leaned back, pulled a clean white handkerchief from her bosom to cover her mouth and nose, and spoke in a cold tone as if she were looking at a roadside vendor selling substandard products:
"This contestant, please be mindful of your social distancing. Furthermore, according to the general logic of the 'Food Safety and Hygiene Management Regulations,' you didn't wash your hands before preparing the food, didn't wear a mask and gloves during the preparation process, and even spoke loudly above the ingredients, spraying droplets. This kind of thing… are you trying to murder a judge?"
Oscar's smile froze instantly.
Oscar stared at Wang Dong'er in disbelief.
Food safety?
"Hygiene regulations? This is Douluo Continent! Who cares if you're wearing a mask when you eat sausage?"
"No...no, junior, this is generated by a soul skill..."
"Soul skill generation doesn't mean sterile."
Huo Yuhao, pushing up his non-existent glasses, interrupted Oscar in an extremely professional chef's tone:
"From a culinary perspective, your so-called 'sausage,' in terms of color, presentation, and aroma, is utterly subpar. The monotonous meat structure, the lack of layered seasoning, and this greasy, repulsive appearance—besides being emergency military rations to fill an empty stomach, I see no value in it being appreciated as 'gourmet food.'"
Huo Yuhao's words were like a sharp knife, piercing Oscar's heart.
Having started out making grilled fish, Huo Yuhao, stripped of his "idol filter," had zero tolerance for such shoddy food!
"I...I..."
Oscar was completely dumbfounded.
This script isn't right!
What happened to the reverence from later generations?
What happened to the aura of the God of Food?
Just as Oscar was questioning his existence...
A crisp click of high heels rang out.
Xue Ji gracefully approached, carrying an exquisite crystal tray.
On the tray, five uniquely shaped drinks shimmered alluringly in the sunlight.
"Distinguished judges, I apologize for keeping you waiting."
Xue Ji bowed slightly, her movements as precise as a textbook example of royal etiquette:
"This is my specially crafted 'Snow King's Family Portrait' series. First, my signature 'Iced Lemonade.' Made with freshly squeezed lemons, paired with ice water melted from millennia-old ice, it's perfectly balanced between sweet and sour, refreshing and appetizing. Second, the 'Strawberry Boba Sundae.' Made with soft-serve ice cream made from top-quality pasture milk, topped with rich strawberry jam, and topped with chewy, smooth boba. Please enjoy."
As Xue Ji introduced the drinks, the refreshing aroma instantly dispelled the greasy smell from Oscar's side.
The five judges, who had previously maintained a cold and critical expression, brightened up instantly.
"Such exquisite presentation!"
Xiao Xiao was the first to resist, reaching for her strawberry sundae.
The glass was icy cold to the touch, with tempting droplets clinging to its sides.
She gently scooped a spoonful with a silver spoon and put it in her mouth.
The next second, Xiao Xiao's eyes widened, and a look of ecstasy appeared on her face:
"Mmm! So smooth! So tender! The milk flavor is so rich! And the jam is so sweet and sour, it blends perfectly with the ice cream! The texture of the boba at the bottom is also amazing! This... this is so delicious!"
Hearing Xiao Xiao's exclamation, Xu Sanshi didn't hold back either, grabbing a cup full of fruit tea with large chunks of fruit and taking a big gulp.
"Awesome!"
Xu Sanshi slapped his thigh, exclaiming with delight:
"Refreshingly cool, my heart soars! This taste, this complexity! It's a million times better than those dessert shops in Shrek City that only know how to add sugar water! This is something a human should drink!"
Even the most reserved Wang Dong'er, after elegantly sipping her lemonade, relaxed her brows and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips:
"The sweet and sour ratio is perfect, and the chilling level is just right. On the scorching arena, to be able to drink a cup like this is simply a salvation for the soul. In comparison..."
Wang Dong'er glanced at the few sausages in Oscar's hand that were already starting to cool and harden, and coldly gave her evaluation:
"The difference is obvious."
Huo Yuhao was even more direct.
After tasting Xue Ji's creation, he picked up the scoreboard and looked at Oscar expressionlessly:
"Sorry, Oscar. Although your soul power level is high, you've lost completely when it comes to 'food.' Your creation has no soul, only soul power. Xue Ji's creation, on the other hand, is full of respect for the diner's taste buds, I vote for Xue Ji."
"Me too!" Xiao Xiao raised her hand.
"Xue Ji +1, even a dog wouldn't eat that sausage," Xu Sanshi added.
"I...I also think this lemonade is delicious," He Caitou said, scratching his head sheepishly.
"Unanimous approval," Wang Dong'er said, putting down her cup and making the final decision.
Looking at the glaring 5-0 score, and hearing the heartbreaking "even a dog wouldn't eat that," Oscar's sausage fell to the ground with a "thud."
He seemed petrified, utterly bewildered.
He lost?
As the future God of Food, he actually lost to a mortal woman selling lemonade?!
And to be publicly executed by his own junior using the excuse of "absolute rationality"?!
Pfft—!
Oscar felt a sweet taste in his throat, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.
This sky... this competition... it's toxic!!!
Inside the Burial Coffin.
Wei Yuan looked at Oscar's life-doubting expression in the sky and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Good! What a fine 'absolute rationality'!"
"So-called faith, so-called idols, stripped of their halo, are nothing more than this."
After laughing, Wei Yuan raised an eyebrow.
"This reward is pretty good, isn't it?"
But it's neither a food deity like the God of Food, nor a direct ice-type deity.
What the heck is a food deity specializing in iced drinks?!
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