Chapter 380

Chapter 380 - The Culinary God Was Alive and the Phone Was Opened in the Middle of the Night

As the culinary battle raged on, Jiang Hao consistently maintained the lead!

By the 10th dish, Jiang Hao scored 108 to Wu Shi's 80.

By the 11th, it was Jiang Hao at 119, Wu Shi trailing with 90.

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Come the 20th dish, Jiang Hao had racked up 217 points, Wu Shi at 166.

The 21st saw Jiang Hao at 228, Wu Shi at 175.

At this juncture, with more than half the contest behind them, it was clear to all that Jiang Hao held an insurmountable lead.

The 30th dish was presented in no time at all.

Jiang Hao soared to 326, Wu Shi at 250.

The competition pressed on until the 35th dish.

Jiang Hao: 377, Wu Shi: 290.

The outcome was all but decided.

With the arrival of the 36th dish came the final tally.

Jiang Hao stood at 388, Wu Shi at 300.

Employing the thirty culinary techniques, Jiang Hao secured a resounding victory!

Jiang Hao and Wu Shi, unaware of the outcome, ascended the stage.

Pity filled the eyes of those who gazed upon Wu Shi.

Sensing something amiss from their stares, Wu Shi looked towards the judges' panel, only to find Xue Masao conspicuously absent.

However, it must be acknowledged that Xue Masao was cunningly astute, having preemptively shifted a substantial sum of funds.

He took the money and ran!

As for Wu Shi, he was a forgotten loser, erased from the collective memory.

This world is stark in its reality, always chronicled by the victors.

Who would spare a thought for a worthless vanquished?

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Three days later, Jiang Hao was enjoying his tranquil existence.

But that tranquility was abruptly shattered.

On the night of June 29th, at 3:45 a.m.

Jiang’s father's phone rang out of the blue.

The unexpected call roused both Jiang’s father and Jiang’s mother from sleep.

Blearily, Jiang’s father checked the caller ID, only to find it was Lao Wang, the picture framer.

“Damn it, what on earth does Lao Wang want at this hour?”

“Calling in the dead of night, disrupting my sleep!”

Jiang’s father, cursing under his breath, answered the call, ready to give Lao Wang a piece of his mind.

But before he could unleash his tirade, a blood-curdling scream pierced through the phone, startling him so much that the phone clattered to the floor.

“Holy sh*t...”

Then came Lao Wang's desperate pleas through the receiver.

“Help! Jiang, save me!”