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Renz shook his head. Limited time. What a pity. He had originally wanted to make a French consommé, but the time given to him was simply too short—insufficient for a soup that required extensive simmering. To make French consommé, at least an hour of meticulous cooking was needed; it had to be simmered over low heat, not simply boiled at high heat. Every step had to be carefully filtered and stirred.

This dish was comparable to another legendary Chinese dish: Boiled Cabbage in Clear Broth. The "boiled water" in the dish's name isn't plain water, but a supreme consommé, made by simmering and filtering consommé with minced chicken and pork, then using that liquid to cook tender cabbage hearts.

On paper, it seems simple, but the entire process consumes a chef's energy. The difficulty of both French consommé and Boiled Cabbage in Clear Broth, with their simmering time and meticulous preparation, was equally demanding.

Time was short. In the end, Renz could only prepare a French onion soup. Moreover, Renz couldn't make a third dish; creating French baked escargots and a soup in such a short time was his limit.

At the same time, Eishi Tsukasa and Tai Ono also finished their cooking. When all three stopped their movements, Senzaemon Nakiri asked in a booming voice, "Who goes first?"

In culinary competitions, there's a curious phenomenon: generally, the first person to serve their dish loses. Even if the quality of both dishes is similar, most judges will perceive the second dish as being of a higher standard. The main reason for this is the lingering sensation of taste.

The first chef to serve initiates the offensive and captures the diners' delight, but that wonderful lingering taste in the mouth will be ruthlessly washed away when the second dish arrives. At that point, the judges will have a deeper impression of the second dish's taste.

There's only one exception: if the first dish completely overwhelms the subsequent ones, then the first chef to serve has a chance to win. However, in confrontations between top-tier dishes, it's incredibly difficult for such a completely overpowering taste to emerge.

Eishi Tsukasa, confident in nothing except his cooking, was about to place his dish down. He wouldn't believe in this "first to serve loses" rule; if such a rule existed, what would be the point of a competition? He had ample confidence in his French cuisine.

As he was about to place his plate, he suddenly found Renz's movements were faster—like an unhesitating pioneer—placing his dish on the judges' table, even adding a portion of French onion soup. This soup was divided into three small bowls by Renz and placed in front of each judge.

Jun Shiomi, who was sensitive to spices and soups, subtly sniffed. A fragrance wafted into her nostrils, and saliva began to secrete in her mouth. She was hungry.

Just the scent alone stirred her appetite. What strong soup fundamentals!

"The same French baked escargots as Eishi Tsukasa," Roland Chapelle's gaze darted between the plates held by the two. For the same dish, the preparation methods differed slightly.

"Let this old man have a taste," Senzaemon Nakiri extended his hand. Before any cooking competition, judges and referees should eat as little as possible, as they have to taste many dishes during the competition. The aroma emanating from the soup in this first round of the friendly match had piqued Senzaemon Nakiri's appetite.

The white-haired elder picked up a fork, poked the mashed potatoes sealing the snail shell, lifted it, and took a bite. The incredibly tender snail meat and the mixed sauce entered his mouth together. Slowly chewing, the meat and potatoes melted in his mouth like cotton candy. But the blossoming flavor wasn't sweet; it was an incredibly delicious taste, from the tongue to the mouth, then from the mouth to the throat and esophagus.

The delicious sensation was like entering a culinary paradise, with waves of pleasure washing over his brain, bringing a refreshing comfort. Senzaemon Nakiri picked up a second one. Normally, tasting one would be enough, as there were subsequent competition dishes to sample, but he simply couldn't bear to leave these "delicacies" neglected on the table.

The second one. He ate that too. A total of twelve. The Director ate two consecutively, and the other two judges also started working simultaneously.

"Delicious!" Jun Shiomi's eyes widened. Upon taking the first bite, she felt her entire body's bones soften. "This spice pairing is perfect; it neutralizes that off-flavor." Jun Shiomi's point of appreciation was different from the Director's. Senzaemon Nakiri tasted the overall sensation. Jun Shiomi immediately focused on the pairing of sauces and spices in Renz's dish, so what she wanted to taste was also the juice mixed with the snail meat.

As a result, the more she ate, the more addicted she became. That juice brought out the deliciousness of the snail meat to the fullest. Jun Shiomi, who had initially been somewhat resistant to snail meat, also picked up another snail shell. When something is delicious, one doesn't need to consider its raw ingredients. Jun Shiomi gently closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, a blissful expression on her face. In this seasoning, there was a taste she really loved.

"9.9."

The first person to give a score was neither Jun Shiomi nor Director Senzaemon Nakiri. It was Roland Chapelle, known by students as the "unsmiling chef," whose reputation in the school was extremely poor due to his strictness. Outside the school, Roland Chapelle's fame might not be as high as top chefs. Within the school, however, Roland Chapelle's formidable reputation was universally known.

The moment this score was announced, all the spectators' expressions subtly changed. The maximum score was 10, but very few people gave a 10 because it represented complete satisfaction, indicating that the dish was impeccable. Most chefs, out of humility and to encourage others to remain humble, would give a 9.9.

How terrifying was Roland Chapelle's 9.9 score among Totsuki Academy students?! It was incomparable. Because the students of Totsuki Academy couldn't even imagine such a situation occurring. This might be the most valuable 9.9 score in the entire school.

As his words fell, Roland Chapelle elegantly picked up the small bowl of consommé, preparing to give his reason for the score. But when his lips touched the broth, the somewhat haggard Roland Chapelle couldn't help but let out a low hum of pleasure.

This was a low hum of satisfaction! The warm soup descended into his stomach, and Roland Chapelle felt a sense of fullness, as if his entire body had been infused with new life. Most incredibly, in his mouth, it seemed that with this consommé, the lingering taste of the French baked escargots had undergone a secondary transformation, and his appetite was even stronger than before.

He wanted another serving. He wanted to eat his fill! Moreover, Roland Chapelle suddenly realized that this young man's technique was even more profound than he had imagined. These two dishes seemed to have some connecting element that enhanced their effect, even producing a sense of sublimation, as if after a soul cleansing. Although he hadn't yet figured out the trick, Roland Chapelle vaguely felt that this dish had something incredibly remarkable about it.

"10 points," Jun Shiomi gave her answer.

"Excuse me, I'd like to change my opinion," Roland Chapelle said as Jun Shiomi gave her score. "Without this soup, I would still give a 9.9."

"But now, I am willing to give a 10."

With two judges giving such scores, this match, even before tasting the other participants' dishes, had already reached a point where the outcome was already decided. These were two perfect 10s! Even someone as strong as Eishi Tsukasa would likely find it hard to turn the tide in this situation. Because in the Shokugeki battles he participated in, most of the judges were also lecturers within the school, and the highest score he had ever received was only 9.7 points.

The worst part was that Eishi Tsukasa's dish was the same as Renz's. Under the circumstance of the same dish, the opponent had already received extremely high scores.

Unless Eishi Tsukasa's French baked escargots surpassed the quality of Renz's dish. But… was that even possible? This person was prepared!

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