Boris glanced at the small bowl handed over by Luo Chao, hesitated for a moment, but still accepted it.

He picked up a spoon and scooped a mouthful of the golden, dazzling fried rice into his mouth.

With just that one bite, Boris was conquered by the excellent texture and rich flavor of the mixed egg fried rice.

He conceded to himself that he lost fairly!

However, since he had boasted earlier, if Boris were to admit now that this fried rice was tastier than his French baked snails, he would be slapping himself in the face.

So, Boris quickly finished the bowl of fried rice in two or three bites but refrained from giving any comments.

He glanced thoughtfully at Luo Chao, snorted coldly, and went back to prepare his second dish.

Boris consoled himself that it must be because rice is the staple food for people in Huaxia, which is why Luo Chao could make fried rice so delicious!

Therefore, Boris decided to put a lot of effort into his second dish, as it would directly determine the outcome of the competition.

Only if his second dish won, would he have a chance to turn the tables in the third dish! Otherwise, according to the best-of-three rule, he would be directly judged as defeated!

In a make-or-break situation, Boris was determined to redeem himself with the second dish!

Meanwhile, Luo Chao, seeing Boris's serious expression, naturally knew what he was thinking at the moment.

Luo Chao dared not to be careless, although he had absolute confidence in his culinary skills, he didn't want to shipwreck in a small channel like a desperate rabbit that could bite back.

Thinking of this, Luo Chao first gave Sun Bowen a meaningful look, and then prepared to start cooking his second dish.

At this time, Zhou Delong suddenly called out to him.

"Luo Chao, my young friend, I just underestimated you earlier, I'm truly ashamed!" Zhou Delong wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with a face full of regret.

"Haha, Senior Zhou, it's alright, that mixed fried rice was just something I thought of on the spot, it's normal for you all to be surprised!" Luo Chao laughed.

"Haha, that's good, that's good, I'm now full of confidence in you!" Zhou Delong twiddled his small mustache, looking at Luo Chao with admiration in his eyes.

As the two were talking, Boris was the first to complete his second dish, which was one of the world's three famous soups—the Marseille fish soup!

Boris took four special plates, placing bread slices topped with mashed potatoes and cheese, then evenly ladled in the fish soup broth.

Paired with his meticulously crafted garlic chili sauce, Boris once again elegantly served his fully prepared delicacy to the four judges.

"Please enjoy!" he said in authentic French, then waited patiently for the results.

His gaze mainly focused on Zhou Delong, as he believed that only a world-class gourmet like Zhou Delong could truly grasp the essence of his Marseille fish soup.

Before long, Zhou Delong finished the Marseille fish soup on his plate, clearly touched by Boris's fully prepared dish.

He took a deep breath through his nose then slowly said, "This Marseille fish soup from the Mediterranean is truly phenomenal, it's as if I'm standing by the Mediterranean shore, a salty sea breeze blowing right at me with every breath!"

"Despite absorbing the fish soup, these bread slices remained crispy, and upon biting, the fresh fish taste bursts forth with the crumbs, instantly filling the mouth! The garlic and sauce greatly enhance the flavor, bringing strong Provence flair!"

"Amazing! Top-notch! This Marseille fish soup definitely ranks in the top three dishes I've ever tasted!"

Zhou Delong, with a flushed face and a smile, wore an expression of long-lasting savoring.

"Ugh, ptooey! Ptooey ptooey ptooey!"

At this moment, Sun Bowen's expression suddenly turned extremely unpleasant, spitting out several times and carelessly ejecting the fish soup from his mouth onto the ground!

Then he grabbed a bottle of mineral water nearby and took several large gulps.

"Boss Sun, why did you spit out my fish soup? Could it be that it's that bad?!" Boris asked angrily, his face sinking as he saw Sun Bowen treating his meticulously prepared masterpiece like garbage.

"Salty, your fish soup is way too salty! It's salting me to death!" Sun Bowen said while gulping down two more mouthfuls of mineral water.

"Salty? That's impossible; didn't everyone else have them just fine?" Now Boris was a bit shocked, how could his Marseille fish soup be salty?

Since the flavor of the Marseille fish soup draws on the natural saltiness of the seafood, he hardly added any salt to the soup, how could it be salty?!

"Yeah, how could it be salty? I thoroughly enjoyed it! Do you think it's salty?" Zhou Delong, also puzzled, asked Lin Yun and Miao Shiyun.

"Not salty at all; I think the taste is just right, very delicious!" Lin Yun replied.

"Not only is it not salty, my heavy palate even finds it a tad bit bland!" Miao Shiyun said, taking another sip of the fish soup and puckering her lips.

"Hey, why would I lie to you? Come and taste my fish soup, it will definitely salt you to death!" Sun Bowen urged defiantly, noticing that no one seemed to believe him.

He picked up his plate and walked over to Zhou Delong and the others, saying, "You guys take a spoon and taste it, see if it's salty!"

The three exchanged glances, then hesitantly scooped a spoonful of the fish soup from his plate into their mouths, even Boris took a spoon and tasted it.

"Salty or not?" Sun Bowen asked gleefully, seemingly anticipating what was about to happen.

"Not salty!" Lin Yun shook her head.

"Hmm, not salty," Zhou Delong also shook his head.

"I didn't find it salty!" Miao Shiyun gave him a strange look, as if looking at a fool.

"Where's the saltiness? Boss Sun, if you don't like my dish, just say so, no need to spit it out in public! This is an insult to us chefs!" Boris said, getting angry after tasting Sun Bowen's fish soup.

"What? How could it not be salty?!" Sun Bowen couldn't believe what he saw and quickly scooped another spoonful of fish soup into his mouth.

"Cough cough! Ptooey! It's so salty!" Sun Bowen coughed several times, his face turning pale as he rushed back to his seat, unscrewing a new bottle of mineral water, and gulping it down.

This time, almost everyone, including the audience below the stage, looked at Sun Bowen with skeptical eyes.

Only Luo Chao, watching Sun Bowen's embarrassed scene of gulping down mineral water, had a strange smile on his face.

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