The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Attilan had once heard that the flesh of these poisonous insects was incredibly delicious. The reason was that the toxins within them transformed into a unique flavor during the cooking process, elevating the already exceptional taste of the insects to another level.

However, those were ordinary biological toxins. The fire poison insects cultivated by Shana contained a mixture of biological and energy toxins, and it wasn't easy to completely eliminate the energy toxins.

But Attilan had also heard of using snakes to bite chickens, where the injected venom would make the chicken meat even more delicious. Some even stewed the chicken and snake together for a 'Dragon and Phoenix Pot,' a single word to describe it: exquisite!

Since Shana had said this, it meant she had already researched techniques to enhance the flavor of ingredients with toxins, although there would likely still be some risk of poisoning.

But the greater the toxicity, the more delicious Shana's dishes would be.

Attilan believed that his physical fitness was the strongest among the contestants and judges, making him the most suitable person to be the first to taste Shana's cooking.

He hoped that Shana's pastry would be as delicious as pufferfish, which, despite the possibility of dying from the potent poison, was still attempted by many food lovers, leaving behind the saying, 'Risk your life to eat pufferfish.'

"Shana, have you prepared an antidote? If your pastry isn't delicious enough, I'm going to throw a tantrum."

Shana gave him a charming glare.

"Antidote? You're clearly looking down on my toxin control abilities. I don't need you to eat it first. As the chef, I'll eat it first! To prove to everyone that my cooking is absolutely fine!"

"Hmph!"

Shana led her moose, its back laden with wooden boxes full of poisonous insects, towards her open-air stove at station number 23.

The Leopard Woman, hugging a jar of honey, skipped over to Attilan's side.

"What were you two talking about just now? Shana seems a little unhappy."

"She's going to use fire poison insects as meat filling for steamed buns, extremely poisonous meat filling. I'm just asking if you dare to eat it?"

The Leopard Woman was pleasantly surprised instead.

"Really! I want to be the first to eat it when she's done!"

Attilan looked at the Leopard Woman in surprise.

"You dare to eat the poisonous fire poison insects? Don't you want your life?"

The Leopard Woman casually waved her hand, revealing a greedy expression.

"You don't understand. Once, Shana had a batch of fire poison insects that needed to be discarded. It would have been too wasteful to bury the results of her collecting and planting various magical plants."

"After a unanimous discussion between Shana, the Wine Woman, and the Flower Woman, some of the fire poison insects were used to make wine, some were used as fertilizer, and the most potent ones were simply processed by Shana and thrown into the oil pan to fry!"

"The originally snow-white, tender meat turned golden and crispy after rolling in the oil pan three times, emitting a rich aroma. Mix the freshly cooked heat with spices, tsk!"

"Crispy, chicken flavor, so fresh, sweet, and juicy."

As she spoke, the Leopard Woman pursed her lips, revealing a reminiscent expression.

"Unfortunately, I've been waiting for a long time since then. Shana's cultivation of poisonous insects hasn't gone wrong again, so I haven't had the chance to taste fried fire poison insects again."

"So, is she going to dispose of another batch of fire poison insects?"

According to Attilan's understanding, cultivating poison fire dragon people required more potent and targeted poisonous insects, allowing the toxins of the insects to perfectly combine with the red and green dragon bloodlines carried by the kobolds.

And the power acting as a binding agent came from him, the ocean dragon who controlled life.

Because Attilan had dispatched ten fishmen and snakemen with planting experience to Shana, she had help to expand the area for planting medicinal herbs in the forest and cultivate better fire poison insects.

With sufficient resources, Shana naturally had to clear out a batch of old insects to leave room for cultivating new insects.

"I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to find Shana."

The Leopard Woman scurried towards Shana's location and ran back not long after.

"Shana told me to tell you that the first batch of kobolds has almost reached their limit, and the rest is a matter of time. They need a more dangerous environment to stimulate the potential power within them."

"She wants you to take the kobolds away when you have time and send a new batch over."

"So fast?"

Attilan didn't expect the poison fire dragon people to produce results so quickly.

Before, in the desert, watching the blue dragon command an army of thousands of blue dragon people, he was so envious. As a dragon lord, he didn't even have a single dragon person under his command.

It was indeed a bit too shabby.

"I'll go after the food competition is over. By the way, what kind of pastry are you planning to make for the competition? It's not just honey bread, is it? Everyone here has prepared their own unique secret recipes."

"If you only use honey bread, I think you can skip participating."

The Leopard Woman raised her head and glanced at Attilan sideways.

The contestants would naturally not be able to make food to satisfy five thousand spectators. At most, they would share a small piece for them to taste, which would require enough luck to get a small piece.

The audience's food problem was still the responsibility of the specialized army chefs. After watching the competition, they would be hungry and ready for dinner. Many of the contestants were army chefs, hoping they could still serve dinner on time today.

The dishes made by the contestants would be exchanged for tasting, and they would also discuss the techniques used in the cooking. The main goal was to make common progress so that all the contestants' cooking skills could be improved after this competition.

Old Rascal walked onto the earthen platform specially built for this competition by the tauren.

Lalune thoughtfully cast an amplification spell on him.

"I am very honored to be the chief judge of this pastry food competition. I hope everyone can bring their strong passion and love for pastry and pour your heart into the ingredients in front of you."

"I look forward to your work. Don't have the idea of having fun and casually making a dish to fool us, although the competition was prepared in a relatively hurry."

"But this stage built for everyone is solemn and sacred, and I also believe that everyone participating in the competition has a passion for food. Lalune, Hana, and I look forward to your works."

Old, young, and child, the three judges represented the tastes of three age groups. To satisfy their taste buds at the same time, the work presented must be the most outstanding.

Even Hana, after Old Rascal evoked the power of the illusory food god, would still give the most professional and fair judgment. She had stayed in Green Scale Town for so long and tasted quite a few delicacies.

Lalune had traveled in the Astral Plane and visited many material planes to experience local customs and cultures. I believe she must have eaten a lot of delicious food.

Hana leaned in front of the amplification spell, tiptoed, and said softly:

"Dear uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters, you must do your best!"

Looking at Hana's appearance, everyone smiled knowingly, and then began to move their hands. Everyone's expression quickly became serious. Even to protect Hana's sweet smile, they had to put in two hundred percent of their effort!

Old Rascal walked to the stove at the very edge of the arena. This was Attilan's seat. His huge dragon body meant that he would only not interfere with other people's operations in the corner.

"You kid didn't become a judge just to participate in this competition yourself. I want to see what kind of dish you can come up with."

Attilan manipulated the Mage Hand to knead the dough, his eyes staring intently at the constantly changing dough, making sure not to miss any details, and making sure to bring out the best state.

Although the old dough used in this dough had only been cultivated for two and a half years, Attilan added the Water of Life to nourish the yeast in the bread every time he kneaded the dough.

Let the effect of the old dough grow tenfold, twentyfold, and recently even a hundredfold. In just two and a half years, he cultivated an old dough with an effect close to a hundred years.

This hundred-year-old dough can already be said to be a magical tool. Adding it to any dough will make the finished bread, steamed buns, and other pastries more fragrant and delicious.

"As a judge, you're talking to the contestants during the competition. If it affects my competition results, be careful I sue you for obstructing the fairness of the competition."

Old Rascal looked at Attilan nonchalantly and said:

"You kid, don't try to put a hat on me. Am I, an old man about to die, still afraid of these things? Tell me quickly, what kind of cooking are you going to do!"

"What, are you trying to gather information for the Leopard Woman? You don't think the Leopard Woman can really make some peerless dish and win the championship of this competition, do you?"

"Just now, I saw you and Leopard Girl whispering beside each other, not knowing what you were talking about. I'm saying, you guys shouldn't spoil Leopard Girl too much, or when will she ever grow up?"

Attilan watched as the snow-white dough was manipulated in the air by the Mage Hand, transforming into a slender strand, resembling a white dragon spiraling and dancing in the air.

This was Attilan's kneading technique, Cloud Dragon Nine Turns, created with inspiration from Bread King's White Serpent Chain Twirl!

"I'm not afraid to tell you, I want to make a dish that can make everyone smile, Golden Laughing Bun!"

Using old dough plus the Cloud Dragon Nine Turns of the White Serpent Chain Twirl, to create the Golden Laughing Bun to counter the Bare-Chested Seafood Eight Treasures Soul-Suppressing Bun, Attilan suddenly felt a bizarre minotaur sensation.

"Golden Laughing Bun? Sounds like a very interesting dish. I didn't expect that a Dragon Lord like you would have the wish in your heart to make everyone smile."

Attilan confidently raised his head.

"I am a Dragon Lord, of course, I want to make the subjects under my rule smile. Their smiles represent that I have governed the country well!"

Although Attilan looked down on the Confucian scholars' set of ideas even before he transmigrated, he still agreed with the ideals of cultivating oneself, managing the family, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world.

Suddenly, the white dragon slightly flew out of its intended trajectory, scaring Attilan into concentrating his mind. If the dough wasn't kneaded well, then the Golden Laughing Bun made would not be delicious.

The Golden Laughing Bun allows hot oil to enter the opening of the bun, causing the beef granules inside to bounce and make a 'squeak, squeak' sound, and the golden laughing bun will also bounce in the plate, looking like it's laughing.

This is a magical fantasy world. If it was just simply using steam to make the bun laugh, he wouldn't get everyone's amazement. Attilan naturally made corresponding improvements.

"I look forward to seeing your work."

If Attilan hadn't organized this pastry culinary competition, Old Rascal wouldn't have known that so many culinary geniuses were hidden in their druid group.

Besides the old woman who wanted to stuff soy beans into the dough, there were also many geniuses who tried to stuff all kinds of bizarre ingredients into the dough, or put them on the surface of the dough for baking.

Anyway, Attilan said that as long as there was flour, it was pastry, and they could add other ingredients according to their preferences.

At this time, Old Rascal saw a strong minotaur man grinding stones into suitable small pieces, burning them in a brazier, and finally pouring all the stones into a pocket-like pancake.

Old Rascal walked over with a strange expression.

"What is this method? Why use hot stones to burn the dough? Isn't it easy to burn it? And some parts are not cooked."

The strong minotaur man waved his hand and said:

"You'll understand when you see it. The pancake made this way will have both crispy and soft textures at the same time, and the stones I added also have salt, so the pancake will have a special salty aroma."

"Even if it's burnt, it doesn't matter. I think that burnt aroma is also very tempting."

That's called a burnt smell, okay? Burnt pancakes are the worst, okay!

Old Rascal tried to take a breath to calm his emotions. As a judge, he couldn't argue with an ignorant minotaur. Don't be angry, don't be angry, he still wanted to live for several decades.

Continuing to walk forward, Old Rascal saw a dish with more lethality than soy beans, salted fish!

Smelling the odor emanating from this salted fish, it must have been air-dried for at least five years, otherwise it wouldn't emit such a strong fishy stench.

"You're not planning to wrap this thing in sweet white dough, are you?"

Old Rascal stared at the fishman in front of him with wide eyes.

The fishman nodded directly.

"That's right, this fragrant dried salted fish, if it wasn't to respond to the Dragon Lord's call, I wouldn't have taken out my treasured dried fish that I've kept for so many years."

As he said that, he put the dried fish in front of his nose and took a deep breath, feeling that he was much more energetic in an instant.

"That's the taste!"

The corners of Old Rascal's mouth twitched.

"You be happy."

He felt that he couldn't go forward anymore. He was very worried that the centaur and snake people in front would give him a big show, but as judges, they had to taste the dishes made by the contestants one by one!

Old Rascal suddenly felt like he was surrounded by despair. If he had to taste these bizarre dishes, he would rather not prolong his life.

Old Rascal turned around in a heavy mood and changed direction, unexpectedly seeing Shana processing toads, scorpions, spiders, centipedes, snakes and other five immortals.

Swallowing his saliva, change again!

This time, he finally saw a normal person. Leopard Girl was fighting with her dough. Unfortunately, Leopard Girl, who rarely kneaded dough, had the dough stuck to her hands at this moment, and she couldn't tear it off no matter what.

Old Rascal walked over and said coldly:

"Your dough has too much water. Just add a little flour."

"Oh! So that's how it is!"

Then Leopard Girl poured a large amount of flour into it casually.

"Why can't the flour be kneaded together again?"

"Because there's too much flour, you need to add more water."

"Is that so."

Leopard Girl picked up the honey jar again and poured a lot in without any precautions.

"Add a little less. Are you making so much because you want to invite all the more than five thousand people in the audience to taste the dish you made?"

"Adding water when there's too much flour, and adding flour when there's too much water, is the wrong way to do it. You need to calculate the ratio of flour and water, because you're using honey, so the ratio is different."

"You're not making it according to the most basic recipe, are you? And why do I feel that the honey in front of you seems a little different?"

Leopard Girl smiled sheepishly.

"This is not ordinary honey, it's the fairy honeydew that I asked Master Jaina's vine essence for. I'm going to make a fairy flower that will shock the audience!"

The corners of Old Rascal's eyes and mouth twitched at the same time.

"Good luck, I believe in you!"

Old Rascal turned his back and thought silently in his heart that before holding this culinary competition, he should have trained these people to let them know what human tastes are.

The sweetness of fairy honeydew is more than ten times that of ordinary honey. Leopard Girl's jar of fairy honeydew diluted with water can really invite everyone at the scene.

And everyone can taste a relatively obvious sweetness.

But to make a bread, Leopard Girl added half a jar of fairy honeydew. He couldn't imagine how sweet this bread would be. Even a dragon probably couldn't withstand that terrible sweetness.

Speaking of which, he subconsciously looked at Attilan, why not think of a way to let the little dragon solve Leopard Girl's work?

Attilan suddenly felt a chill in his back, shivered, and impulsively put down the dough and looked behind him, but only saw Old Rascal walking around the venue, constantly nodding at everyone's works.

Soon, two hours passed.

Dried salted fish, soy beans, and burnt pizza were naturally eliminated in the first round.

"Why, why can't you appreciate my delicious salty aroma!"

Lalune wiped the sweat from her forehead. Was this judge so difficult? If she had known, she wouldn't have come.

"That's right, I have perfectly displayed the smooth and sticky taste of the soy beans!"

Hana drank three large glasses of water in a row, finally sending the soy beans stuck in her throat down.

Soon it was Shana's turn to take the stage. Looking at the golden and crispy, but clearly shaped five kinds of insects, Lalune and Hana were full of resistance. They were already scared by the torment.

Old Rascal was the first to take action.

"Eat it, this is no problem."

After getting Old Rascal's guarantee, the mother and daughter finally took action.

Delicious, extremely delicious!

The mother and daughter stared wide-eyed, their eyes instantly moist with tears.

This is the food that a culinary competition should have!

Then it was Leopard Girl's turn to take the stage. Looking at the twisted mass of dough in front of them, the three people's faces were not very good.

Leopard Girl said:

"Eat it, this is the fairy flower I made!"

Looking at the work in front of her, which was more twisted than her classmate's random graffiti, Hana said uncertainly:

"Are you sure this is a flower?"

Leopard Girl said somewhat embarrassedly:

"It was fine before baking, who knew it would turn out like this after baking."

Just then, Attilan's Golden Laughing Bun was ready. He walked up with the plate.

"Eat mine instead, Golden Laughing Bun!"

Opening the lid, the golden smiley face suddenly sprayed a puff of white air from the tail when it encountered cold, flying into the sky and laughing 'squeak, squeak'.

Hana's eyes widened immediately.

"A laughing and flying steamed bun, Headmaster, I want to learn this!"