Martial Arts Returnee's Game Broadcast-Chapter 312: The World’s Greatest Martial Arts Cooking Tournament

[For the same reason, Booth 313’s score was originally going to be further reduced, but because the housewife made extra side dishes, they got an additional 10 points.]

“Oh my, I was worried I’d lose points for making too much, but this turned out well.”

15-year veteran housewife Kim Mi-ae skyrockets!

LOL, how is a housewife with bigger hands than a professional chef getting more praise than them?

Is this what a Martial Arts Master Chef is...?

But it makes sense, so it’s even more frustrating LOL

LOL for real

Will the audience agree with that opinion though?

Uh

Ugh...

We’re stuffed, crazy greedy bastards! Stop making so much!!

“This was a case of 'a foolish question gets an obvious answer!' Thanks to Guild Leader Ha Eung Eung’s insightful comments. It seems the chefs who tried not to make too much, thinking it was just a normal cooking competition, ended up getting penalized!”

The difference between chefs who didn’t waste ingredients and made just the right amount and the Martial Arts Master Chefs, who believed more was always better!

The image that the chefs were great cooks but didn’t quite match the level of Martial Arts Master Chefs emerged, while the housewives were becoming the image of the perfect Martial Arts Master Chefs.

At home, I’m a 15-year housewife in the Kim family, but in this world, I’m a top-tier Martial Arts Master Chef?

Is this an isekai or something? LOL

If it's that town, it’s basically an isekai

This is so confusing

So, who eats all of this?

Maybe the staff eats it?

Lee Hae-chan, watching the chat, showed interest.

"So, who really eats all this? Are the staff eating it?"

"Haha, what do you mean? The staff are too busy working right now."

Ujiwoo, with a smile, pointed to the audience.

"Don’t disturb the busy folks. I’ve already told them to distribute food to our audience members in order. If they’re done eating, they can leave and let the others take their seats. There are still thousands of people waiting in line outside."

A clever strategy to dispose of both the leftover sponsor food and the tournament dishes!

The audience’s seating rotation was increased just like a restaurant table turnover!

“Alright, it’s the turn for audience members in section 1020. Please take your food and, if you can’t eat, kindly get up and leave!”

The audience members got up from their seats, teary-eyed.

“Ugh... those poor souls...”

“They keep giving us food until we’re about to burst, these crazy bastards...”

“Goodbye, viewers... My eating show as audience member 1029, Park Ju-yuk, ends here...”

For a brief moment, the audience who had been eating in real-time waved their sad goodbyes, their backs looking pitiable as they left.

The preliminary evaluations were nearing their end at the judge’s table.

Having evaluated so many teams, the judges were starting to get tired, and suddenly one judge groaned and grabbed his stomach.

“Ugh. We’ve been judging for so long, and even the dishes we’ve only taken one bite of seem to have been quite heavy. My stomach’s starting to hurt, can we take a short break and resume later?”

"Oh, I was just about to say the same thing. Ujiwoo, could you please suggest that to the Guild Leader?"

“Eh? I’m fine, but I’ll pass it on.”

[It’s fine to go to the bathroom.]

As the judges hurried to the restroom, the MCs breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they could finally take a break. However, Ha Eung Eung tilted her head and wrote something large on the whiteboard.

[What are you doing, not continuing the tournament?]

"Eh? But the judges went to the restroom. We should wait for them to return before resuming."

[They won’t be coming back.]

Her tone was oddly definitive.

She knew the true reason why they were heading to the restroom.

[Their stomachs are hurting, but not just because they’re full.]

“Eh?? No... wait...”

[Do you remember the tournament rules?]

《Rule One: Protect your dishes from the interference of Haenam faction members roaming the stations. If you fail to protect them, you will be at a huge disadvantage.》

The rule Ha Eung Eung had written appeared on the broadcast screen again.

“Wait, wasn’t the interference from theft of ingredients or attacks on the dishes?”

[That’s a different rule. The Black Path villain organization caused chaos there.]

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《Rule Two: Protect the banquet from the interference of the Black Path villain organization mixed in with Haenam faction members. If you fail to defend it, you’ll be at a severe disadvantage.》

It was a completely different set of rules, yet the judges were still in shock at the revelation of another type of sabotage.

"So the food we ate..."

"Why the hell did you let us eat it without saying anything?!"

Ha Eung Eung tilted her head in response.

[You’re judges.]

LOL

If they’re judges, they should have noticed something was off with the food!

LOL, true pros can even detect poison in food

100% objectivity

If you can’t endure poison, you don’t deserve to be a judge!

“So, you only didn’t eat certain foods because you noticed?!”

[If you’re a true judge, you should be able to notice poisoned food or endure it with your body.]

Lee Hae-chan grabbed his neck in shock.

At that moment, Ha Eung Eung herself looked surprised.

[Didn’t you two know before eating?]

“How would I know? You crazy person!”

"But why aren’t we feeling sick?"

[Awakeners have drug resistance.]

Taqi, too, was affected by Ki.

A person with Ki maintains a steady state due to the natural improvement that comes with it. Even if the body breaks down, the unique characteristic of Taqi purifies impurities without the person noticing!

“Oh, so that’s why it’s fine.”

"It’s fine?! Are you kidding me?!"

Unlike Ujiwoo, who had thick skin, Lee Hae-chan was genuinely horrified.

"But what about the audience members who ate the food? They ate it too!"

[Don’t worry.]

Ha Eung Eung had already thought of that.

[I made sure to install plenty of portable toilets in the venue.]

“....”

That was misdirected consideration.

"So, what do we do about the judging now?"

Main MC Bang Ji-cheol asked cautiously, and Ha Eung Eung answered nonchalantly.

[Get replacements. First come, first served. 3 spots available.]

The fear of taking poison and enduring it became the ultimate test for the new judges.

The replacement judges were recruited on a first-come-first-served basis during the tournament!

"Who’s going to participate in a competition after something like this is revealed?"

Lee Hae-chan was speechless.

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“After such intense competition, the 22 teams that passed the preliminary rounds! Please give them a round of applause!”

After many ups and downs, the preliminaries were completed.

“Now, we must hear the reactions from the teams that passed. Let’s hear from the team that has been the topic of much conversation, Booth 313’s mother, Kim Mi-ae! Please, Kim Mi-ae!”

“Son, and dear, dinner is in the fridge, so make sure to eat it.”

For real, the mom came out LOL

Is this really a housewife?

Is it true that housewives are at an advantage in the Martial Arts Master Chef competition?

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The saying “housewives’ martial arts skills are on a whole new level” makes sense now.

That was convincing

Oh

Wow, I didn’t know that

As Kim Mi-ae enjoyed her second prime of life, In Geumsu looked around at the other competitors, feeling a sense of unease.

Apart from the unlucky folks who got on the team bus by chance, there were a few awakened participants wielding intimidating weapons among the remaining competitors.

This felt more like the World’s Greatest Martial Arts Master Tournament than a cooking contest!

‘Martial artists in this competition are really intimidating.’

For some reason, in this competition, participants who possessed both martial prowess and cooking skills were likely to be the toughest competitors.

And one of those participants was on In Geumsu’s team.

"So, Mr. Do Gwang-gi, what kind of dishes do you usually cook?"

"I cook survival dishes. The higher the Awakener’s level, the longer you stay in dungeons, so cooking becomes essential if there aren’t many party members."

"Then your cooking skills must be quite advanced."

It seemed like he was a true chef.

"It’s a bit different from what a chef might think."

"What kind of dishes are we talking about?"

"I make dishes that allow you to eat toxic monster meat without too much pain, or I create dishes that make you feel full from a small amount of mushrooms that could cause heart failure if overdosed."

"...Wow."

"I’ve never cooked with regular ingredients like this, so it’s all still new to me."

One of the high school students in the group innocently asked.

"What do people say about dungeon dishes? Do they taste good?"

"I’m curious about that too. I wonder if the mushroom dish helped my teammate fall asleep peacefully before his final journey, before the side effects of the death mushrooms were known."

"Ah..."

The conversation became somber due to unnecessary curiosity.

"S-Sorry... I just thought the prize money was good, so I joined the competition lightly... sob. Maybe the prize should go to someone with a sadder story, like uncle..."

By chance, the camera nearby caught that moment, and the chat panel on the wall was flooded with messages of sympathy.

‘These crazy... This will get them a lot of pity votes.’

Feeling like he had just helped raise the score of another competitor, In Geumsu regretted speaking up.

"So, Chef, why did you join the competition?"

He had been dragged along after mistakenly offending the Haenam faction guild leader.

There was no way he could tell the truth about losing points, let alone gaining them.

"I have my reasons..."

In Geumsu gave a solemn expression, pretending to be a man with a story.