owlsbooks Chapter 39 Dark Cuisine
Chapter 39 Dark Cuisine
Lucas chuckled sarcastically, as if he had heard some kind of clumsy joke.
"Give up as soon as possible. You are now in decline, and your era has passed."
We are not even on the same competitive level as you.
We share the same excellent intelligence genes, but we are backed by Ivy League-level computing power models, a top-tier coaching team from the National Mathematical Olympiad Center, and continuous training to expand our thinking skills.
He paused, then glanced around dismissively.
"Your kind of test-taking machines, trained through cramming and sacrificing sleep, are nothing more than inefficient primitives compared to us 'complete' individuals!"
Genetic advantages can only unleash overwhelming power when nurtured by the finest resources.
And you don't have these things!
"Pshaw, we just made a mistake last year, and you guys were just a little lucky."
Zhang Wei took a deep breath, then suddenly turned to look at Su Hao beside him.
"Our Xia Guo team has produced an absolute genius this year! You absolutely cannot beat them!"
Perhaps it was Zhang Wei's confident expression that caught Lucas's attention. He narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned the Xia Guo team like a radar.
His gaze lingered briefly on the twelve-year-old Su Hao before turning away with disdain.
"We'll find out soon."
Good luck to you all; after all, you're different from us—you're the ones who need luck.
Perhaps it was the dazzling halo of last year's individual first place winner that made these extremely arrogant words sound so confident and self-assured when they came out of his mouth.
Lucas turned around and walked away confidently with his teammates who had the same faces but wore blue jerseys.
Pan Xun watched their retreating figures with a look of disdain:
"Their tone is really annoying..."
We're all Chinese, why do you speak so rudely?
"Because they believe that they are the 'complete' top mathematical geniuses in the world."
Zhang Wei shook his head with a wry smile.
"The Ivy League academic circle and top-tier capital are pouring resources into supporting them. They are not only monsters, but monsters armed to the teeth."
Just then, a broadcast with a static microphone came from a loudspeaker in the corner of the corridor.
"Attention all participants. Lunch is ready at the dining hall."
(Attention everyone, lunch is ready at the restaurant.)
"Enough talk, let's go eat!"
So the group headed towards the restaurant.
......
The restaurant is located on the first floor.
The extremely spacious hall was furnished with dozens of huge round tables, where athletes from various countries sat in small groups.
Xia Guodu also found a table by the window and sat down.
"What should we eat today?" Pan Xun asked expectantly, looking at the electronic menu hanging on the wall.
"It's fish and chips."
Perhaps because there were too many people on the first day, the restaurant only offered a single set meal in order to maximize the efficiency of the kitchen.
But this is good news for Su Hao!
Being able to taste a representative British delicacy that was prominently featured in the encyclopedias he had read about since childhood, Su Hao was so excited that he kept rubbing his hands together like a fly.
"You'd better not get your hopes up too high. British food is notoriously bad, you've heard that, haven't you?"
Zhang Wei looked at him with the world-weary eyes of someone who had been through it all.
"Isn't that an exaggeration? After all, it was once a pioneer of the Industrial Revolution, a top-tier developed country that dominated the world..."
Su Hao looked completely unconvinced.
His logic is very clear:
An empire that frequently trades and exchanges with other countries would inevitably have a highly developed food culture through constant interaction and exchange.
Britain should have a unique historical advantage in this regard.
Of course, this is just a purely rational deduction.
"Did I warn you?" Zhang Wei chuckled.
However, not only Su Hao, but also Xu Lan and Pan Xun, who were stepping out of the country for the first time, clearly harbored unrealistic expectations of the cuisine of the British Empire.
Not long after, several college students who looked like volunteers came over carrying heavy stainless steel trays.
"Here's your fish and chips! Traditional British cuisine at its finest!"
("Here are your fish and chips! The most authentic and classic British food!")
Listen to this!
Just like in the movie, a pure and elegant British accent!
This accent seemed to add a "Michelin three-star" filter to the food, instantly raising everyone's expectations for it.
Click.
Su Hao took out his phone and took a photo with an extremely beautiful composition, intending to send it to his family as a testament to the exotic atmosphere.
On a huge white porcelain plate was a large piece of fried fish coated in batter, with thick, stick-like French fries piled up next to it.
Full of anticipation, Su Hao picked up his knife and fork, elegantly cut off a piece of fish, and put it in his mouth.
"Um? 』
one second.
two seconds.
Su Hao's movements froze completely.
It's so soft and mushy!
Despite being deep-fried, it doesn't have even the slightest bit of crispiness!
That thick layer of batter was like a rotten sponge soaked in gutter oil, so soft and sticky that it made people want to vomit.
Moreover, the fish meat probably didn't undergo any deodorization process at all.
After chewing only half a mouthful, an extremely primitive and wild, intense fishy smell transformed directly into a left hook, blasting straight down the esophagus to the top of the head!
"vomit!"
Su Hao frowned, feeling completely numb.
I bit my lip hard to keep from spitting it out, and gulped down two whole glasses of ice water, but that unforgettable taste still lingered in my mouth like a ghost.
Pan Xun, who was opposite him, also picked up a French fry and stuffed it into his mouth. The next second, his whole face twisted into a shape like a dried walnut.
"What the hell?! Aren't French fries supposed to be delicious no matter what you do with your eyes closed?!"
Pan Xun muttered to himself in despair.
It was a soggy-tasting French fry.
Because the slices were cut too thick, the inside wasn't cooked through at all; the center was still raw mashed potatoes.
The most outrageous thing is that it was covered with coarse salt and pungent vinegar!
For someone trying this kind of bizarre cuisine for the first time, it's practically a biological weapon!
Lin Shuwan sipped her water leisurely, looking at Su Hao with a mocking expression that seemed to say, "Didn't I tell you? You'll regret not listening to your elders."
Just then, a sound of someone slamming their fist on the table came from behind.
"I bet this is definitely an underhanded tactic!"
These British guys are just trying to mess up our digestive systems before the exams, give us diarrhea or something, so they can boost their own abysmal grades!