Universe Infinite Canteen-Chapter 583 - 584: Turning Against the Heavenly Gang

After making all the preparations, Ma Lu took an A4 paper, wrote the big characters "Open for Business," and pasted it in front of the cooking station to welcome the first customer.

I must say, the feeling was quite nostalgic, like returning to the days of setting up a stall at the school entrance.

However, back then, Old Wang was the one responsible for the cooking, but now...it was still Old Wang, though he was just using his right hand.

The first person, unsure of the taste of Ma Lu's snacks, hesitated to use 3 snack coupons at once and just ordered a volcanic roasted sausage.

Ma Lu took a bamboo skewer with his left hand and handed the roasted sausage on the hot plate to the customer, while his right hand swiftly mixed minced meat, water chestnuts, crab roe, and cuttlefish.

After kneading, he shaped it into a ball, sprinkled some starch on it, and tossed it into the casserole to stew.

As a result, the customer who bought the roasted sausage forgot to take it, staring with wide eyes and open mouth at Ma Lu's incessantly busy right hand, as if watching a magic show.

It wasn't until Ma Lu reminded him that he snapped back to reality, took the sausage, but couldn't bear to leave, standing by the side and enjoying both the sausage and Ma Lu's cooking.

After steaming 10 pots of seafood lion's head, Ma Lu began to replicate Cui Junxian's pork chop rice cake.

The so-called pork chop rice cake was starting by putting the steamed glutinous rice into a sandwich maker to heat until the surface was slightly crispy and the shape was fixed.

Then, the crispy, juicy, golden-fried pork chop was combined with lettuce, shredded purple perilla leaves, shredded cabbage, crushed peanuts, and a prepared sauce, all wrapped together with the freshly cooked glutinous rice cake.

This created a delicious pork chop rice cake.

This combination of carbs and meat was the best at triggering cravings among all the snacks.

With one bite, one could hear the duet of the crispy rice crust and fried pork chop crunching between the teeth, no wonder so many people had gathered around Cui Junxian's cooking station before.

But now these foodies had a new option.

Ma Lu rolled the cakes while carefully controlling the heat, also frying tempura.

His right hand never stopped; after the first customer, the next five opted for the limited-time special offers, which Ma Lu completed within three minutes.

His left hand, in charge of packing and collecting money, almost couldn't keep up.

However, Boss Ma had just been a boss for too long; after practicing with the first few orders, he got the hang of it, and his packing speed increased significantly.

This was also because he didn't need to worry about his right hand; he just had to focus all his attention on his left hand.

And the six customers he served all unanimously chose to stand to the side and watch while eating.

Mainly because it was quite a show.

Everyone had seen fast hands, but they had never seen hands this fast, managing several kinds of food at the same time, perfectly organized and precise like a robot.

And after tasting Ma Lu's snacks, these lay judges were beyond impressed, effectively turning into live advertisements for him.

Thus, the crowd around Ma Lu's cooking station grew even larger, soon surpassing the originally leading Chuan Ye Zhengming and others.

After all, here you could eat four portions for the price of three, truly a high-value deal.

Eventually, even other chefs were taken aback, and when Ma Lu looked up, he saw Seoul Magician, Chef Cui Junxian.

The latter, with a stern face, took out three snack coupons and said in English, "Three pork chop rice cakes, thank you."

Cui Junxian's arrival had quieted the previously noisy crowd in no time.

Because the situation at hand resembled that of unscrupulous bootleggers being confronted by the legitimate rights owners.

Although the God of Cooking Competition had no rule preventing two chefs from making the same dish,

Cui Junxian had indeed taken the lead, and in his view, since the pancake originated from South Korea and he had added fried pork cutlet and his signature sauce to it, creating an extraordinarily aromatic pork pancake that maximally stimulated the palate.

No matter how one looked at it, he could be considered the inventor of this dish, confident that his flavor control was surely stronger than others'.

It was just that he hadn't expected Ma Lu to be so despicable, using the tactic of discounts to steal his customers with inferior pork pancakes.

In a short while, nearly half the customers around his cooking station had diminished.

Not only that, but Cui Junxian also worried that Ma Lu's inferior pork pancakes infiltrating the market would drag down the reputation of his authentic version.

This could lead to a misunderstanding among diners about pork pancakes, something that Cui Junxian simply couldn't accept.

That was why, despite the tight competition schedule, he still made time to confront Ma Lu.

Cui Junxian came prepared this time, purchasing three portions of the inferior pork pancakes with snack coupons, and also brought three portions of his meticulously crafted authentic pork pancakes.

He was determined to clear his name.

Though Ma Lu was somewhat surprised to see Cui Junxian, he didn't refuse him and immediately accepted the snack coupons and made three portions of pork pancakes.

After receiving the pork pancakes, Cui Junxian didn't eat them but randomly selected three people from the crowd.

He then gave each of them two pork pancakes and asked them to taste.

Cui Junxian also took extra precautions to prevent the judges he chose from favoring Ma Lu because they were from the same country; he deliberately didn't mention which of the two pork pancakes was made by whom.

The three selected people, just as he had anticipated, soon made their choice after tasting and pointed at one of the portions, declaring, "This one tastes better."

Cui Junxian couldn't help feeling a bit smug. During the first round, he had put a lot of effort into making "Fresh Flower" only for the judges to unanimously prefer Ma Lu's "Roasted Steamed Bun."

That had infuriated him, and winning this round felt like venting some of his frustration.

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He said to Ma Lu, "If you want to learn how to make pork pancakes, you can just ask me directly. I can give you the recipe. It's my vision to have more people enjoy tastier pork pancakes."

Ma Lu was confused, "What are you talking about? Look again at which one they said was better."

Hearing this, Cui Junxian looked closely and realized the one the three public judges had chosen as tastier wasn't his.

Cui Junxian's eyes widened, and he blurted out, "Impossible, you must have colluded!"

"You picked them," Ma Lu reminded, then paused before adding in a voice that was like a demon whispering, "Want to know why? Buy another portion and taste for yourself."

After a long silence, Cui Junxian, unable to suppress his indignation, took out another snack coupon.

Ma Lu accepted it and quickly handed another pork pancake to Cui Junxian.

After one bite, Cui Junxian said nothing. After another bite, his expression grew even darker.

He stood there for a full minute, still unable to understand how the counterfeit could taste better than the original.

Isn't this completely ridiculous?