Chapter 83

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As Xue Jiayan announced that Stephen Chow had won the title of Food God, the scene instantly turned into a sea of joy.

Tang Niu and Hei Kou Gou exchanged glances with their faces turning ashen. They couldn't understand how something they felt was a sure thing had ended up like this.

Hei Kou Gou stomped his foot in anger and spat out through gritted teeth, "Let him have his moment of glory. Who knows who will come out on top in the end?"

Just as Hei Kou Gou finished speaking, six or seven Hong Kong police officers pushed through the crowd and approached him and Tang Niu, waving an arrest warrant with a red seal, "Are you Mr. Hei and Mr. Tang? We have received a report that your Happy Chain Catering Group has been making false advertisements, selling uninspected meat products to customers, and mass-producing and selling imitation Bursting Urine Beef Balls, damaging their reputation. After our investigation, the situation is confirmed to be true. We now request that you both come with us to assist in the investigation."

Hei Kou Gou looked up in the direction of Stephen Chow and saw Luo Tai and Stephen Chow, each holding a cigar, laughing triumphantly and shaking with delight.

The cigar in Hei Kou Gou's mouth fell to the ground, and his eyes revealed a look of disbelief, "Impossible, this can't be possible. Could he have planned all this? Impossible, right?"

Tang Niu, on the other hand, threw his head back and laughed, "Ha ha ha ha! Hallucination, it's all hallucination. This won't scare me, it's all hallucination! Ha ha ha ha!"

Luo Tai watched from a distance as Tang Niu, who was still being dragged by the police, continued to laugh wildly. He shrugged at Stephen Chow and said, "He's crazy, completely and utterly crazy."

The arrest of Hei Kou Gou and Tang Niu did not affect the subsequent Food God award ceremony. Everyone present knew that the Hong Kong food industry would inevitably welcome a new era of Stephen Chow's dominance. Tang Niu was merely a fleeting meteor that had burned out before it could even shine.

At the award ceremony, Stephen Chow received the Food God trophy, representing the highest honor in the Hong Kong food industry, from Xue Jiayan. He held it high above his head, but his face did not show any joy, only a serious expression.

"Before I received this trophy, I thought I would be overjoyed and unable to contain myself once I got it back. But now that I truly have it, I find that I am not happy, because there is someone who should share this glory with me, and they are missing." As he said this, Stephen Chow's eyes began to scan the audience.

Luo Tai smiled smugly, not expecting Stephen Chow to be so sentimental. Although Luo Tai had already decided to refuse if Stephen Chow invited him to go on stage, the deep friendship still made his chest warm, and the air seemed to become unusually fresh.

Stephen Chow pointed to the audience and loudly said, "This person is — Miss Ziling!"

Luo Tai had already prepared to step forward, even rehearsing how to refuse and what expression to make, but the name Stephen announced made his body tremble, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Who is Ziling?

As everyone's eyes darted around, making wild guesses, Huaji stared at Stephen Chow with wide eyes and asked curiously, "Hey, when did you find out my name? I don't think even Fat Xue knows my real name."

Stephen smiled on stage, placing his left hand on his chest and gently said, "It's my heart, my heart told me your name. If I don't recite your name 1,497 times every day, my heart will ache so much that I can't sleep, because my heart is already inscribed with 1,497 of your names, and my heart has been completely captured by you."

Sssss~

A gasp of breath rippled through the audience, and almost all the women were moved by Stephen Chow's words. Only E Tou leaned his big head to Luo Tai's ear and whispered, "A Tai, are you cold? I have goosebumps all over, has the weather changed?"

Seeing that Huaji still had no intention of going on stage to share the award, Stephen Chow carefully placed the trophy on the table and walked down the stage to the stove used during the competition. He picked up a ladle and, with his eyes fixed on Huaji, said, "As a chef, I have nothing else to give you. I have specially created a dish for you, and now I want to make it for you right here."

Amid the buzz of the audience, Stephen Chow once again displayed his dazzling culinary skills, quickly scooping up a handful of flour and gently piling it on the cutting board. He looked up at Huaji and said softly, "This is a handful of carefully selected Brazilian love flour. Next, I will knead it into a ball of deep affection and cut it into entangled noodles."

Boom!

Numerous entertainment reporters swarmed around, countless microphones were placed on the table, and the flashbulbs blinked incessantly, as if showering the newly crowned Food God with endless adoration.

After kneading the dough and cutting it into noodles, Stephen sprinkled dry flour on them and set them aside. He then set up a pot and started boiling water. As the water boiled, he added ingredients while explaining, "This pot of soup is like the sea of love. I will add sweet tooth grass, representing sweetness; sour cabbage, representing heartache; bitter purslane, representing pain; spiky grass, representing passion; and dried mustard greens, representing reunion."

At this point, everyone watching was completely stunned.

Stephen dissolved several powdered ingredients in small bowls and added them to the pot one by one, explaining as he went.

"I have also selected a pair of lover abalones that have never been apart since birth. At the moment of their deepest affection, I will combine them into a bowl of deeply emotional abalone juice. I have also selected a pair of golden-loyal scallops, which I will mix and cook together in this sea of love."

"Finally, I will add Mexican-imported tropical cornmeal, as sweet as a passionate romance, and blend it into an unbreakable richness, adding it to this sea of love. When the sea of love begins to boil, we will add the specially selected noodles, representing deep affection, and cook them over a gentle flame until the sea of love no longer flows wildly, transforming into a bowl of soup that will never separate."

"I call this bowl of soup — Love!"

The noodles were ready, and as soon as they were taken out of the pot, an indescribable aroma filled the entire hall. Xue Jiayan, who had tasted countless dishes, sniffed a few times and said in surprise, "What is this smell? How can a bowl of soup be so fragrant?"

Huaji, who had already stood beside Stephen, was completely captivated by Stephen's culinary skills. Looking at Stephen's face, which seemed to be bathed in sunlight, she hesitantly lowered her head, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and placed a noodle in her mouth.

What a delicious flavor it was. The initial taste was a slight sweetness like the first love, and a gentle stir of the tongue brought a faint sourness, like the jealousy felt when seeing one's lover with someone else. The just-right spiciness seemed to represent the slight heartache caused by a lover's anger, and the final hint of bitterness was like the regret felt when a couple reunites after a long cold war.

As the noodles were chewed and swallowed, the freshness of the abalones and scallops burst forth, like a couple who have been in love for years finally entering the marriage hall, filled with happiness that overflowed to the entire world.

When Huaji swallowed the noodles, she closed her eyes, and a wave of sadness welled up in her nose, causing tears to stream down her face.

The beautiful Huaji, with a few crystal tears on her face, looked so pitiful that every man would feel the urge to protect her.

Huaji murmured, "Why? Why am I crying? Is it because the perfect ending made me so happy that I cried?"

"Wasabi, I added a little wasabi to the soup."

Stephen finally revealed the secret.

When Huaji rushed into Stephen's arms, everyone else went wild, each person trying to push forward to taste the "Love."

Luo Tai, relying on his strong physique and strength, pushed through the crowd to the front. Just one look at the bowl of soup, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

It wasn't because he was pushed; it was because Luo Tai couldn't bear Stephen Chow's shamelessness.

No, it couldn't be described as shamelessness; it was so despicable that the words "shameless" and "faceless" couldn't express the anger in Luo Tai's heart.

Because this bowl of "Love" was clearly the "Confused Noodles" they had eaten at a small noodle shop at the foot of the mountain when they went to Shaolin Temple, costing three yuan for a large bowl, enough to fill one up.

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