Crossover in the Anime World

Malacca boiled chicken is delicious, and the referees enjoyed it very much. Even Soma Yukihira ate one portion. It was really refreshing. The chicken skin and chicken meat were very firm and melted in the mouth. With different sauces, it can be said that one chicken has three flavors.

But he will not admit defeat, because his chicken wing fried dumplings are definitely better. Not only is Parmesan cheese on the chicken wings, but also secret seasonings are added, which are fragrant.

"Please." The boy said.

The expressions of the three referees were different. Logically, they were the partners of the ninth seat and should not betray the ninth seat. At this time, they should not eat! Not to eat even if beaten to death! Directly announced that the ninth seat won and ended this meaningless food battle.

But at this time, the referee on the far right said: "It's not too late to taste it first before judging."

"What are you talking about? The winner has been revealed. Don't talk nonsense."

The three referees had different opinions. Some wanted to rebel, and some wanted to insist.

"If you don't eat it, I will." The referee looked at the fried chicken wing dumplings. The chicken skin was crispy and the aroma was fragrant. He would be so happy if he ate one.

"You know it won't taste good even if you don't eat it. Does mixing delicious things together make it a delicacy? Pork filling, chicken wings, cheese, etc. are indeed delicious when taken out separately, but mixing them together is just a delusion of the common people. How can you make delicious dishes by simply piling up the ingredients?"

"You have to use your mouth to judge whether it tastes good or not. Senior, try it too."

The ninth seat took the fried chicken wing dumplings, took a bite, and his face flushed. It tasted good. If it's just about taste, it's better than his.

Yukihira Soma said confidently: "Do you think it tastes good too, senior? If it tastes good, just say it honestly."

The ninth seat said nothing, because if he lost, his business empire would be liquidated and he would return to the pre-liberation era. He couldn't lose, but looking at the judges' expressions, he knew he was going to be abandoned.

"How could there be such a wonderful combination?" The referee who had eaten the fried chicken wing dumplings asked excitedly.

"Because this is not my idea alone, but a new dish created by everyone in Polaris Dormitory." He worked with a group of students who love cooking in the dormitory. Adding cheese and secret sauce was something they came up with together, making the already delicious food even better.

"This dish carries the time I spent in Polaris Dormitory, and the weight of the time spent by all the people in Polaris Dormitory that you are trying to destroy!" the boy said firmly.

Both referees felt the boy's determination and looked at the ninth seat with pity.

The ninth seat cried out that it was not good. If they betrayed, the final result would be two to one, and he would lose. These people were his partners, but once they became judges, they were swallowed up by their own ambitions and desires. They wanted to control the life and death of the chefs and the outcome of the victory or defeat. They were no longer his partners, but people riding on his head.

The referee in the middle was still insisting, but the other two had betrayed.

The referee in the middle still remembered that before the game started, the ninth seat said that everyone should make sacrifices for the great ideal. The purpose of the match-fixing was to let the central food organization spread the correct ideas as soon as possible and to promote change. He was willing to sacrifice his life and be the bad guy who destroyed the food battle.

But now it seems that he can't hold on anymore. He will lose even if he doesn't eat.

"The middle uncle, I will completely destroy the boring idea of ​​'there is only one correct answer to cooking' with my food. Try it, and your old-fashioned and rigid ideas will disappear in an instant."

The last referee saw that the defeat was inevitable, and he also gave up on himself, gave up his ideals, and tasted the chicken wings fried dumplings that he judged as feed.

It was delicious, so delicious that he wanted to eat all the wonderful combination of chicken taste, pork fragrance, cheese and tomatoes in one breath.

"Senior, the dishes you deemed worthless are actually quite delicious, right?"

The ninth seat said distortedly: "Do you think you won by relying on cooking skills and food? In my opinion, no matter how good your cooking skills are, you are just an uncivilized barbarian, just a tool for others to fight for power. The reason they betrayed was not because they were moved by the food, but because they were judges and their positions were different from those of the chefs. They wanted to ride on the chefs' heads forever. You rebelled against the Central Gourmet Organization and against our top ten, but in the end you were just an accomplice to the tiger and helped the tyrant to do evil! You won the competition, but ruined the future of the chef!"

Soma Yukihira said coldly: "I don't understand what you are talking about, senior. Now the result is out, please forgive me for not treating you well."

Three to zero, the ninth seat was completely defeated.

He said angrily: "Soma Yukihira, you destroyed the great ideal for the sake of the petty gains in front of you, you will regret it in the future."

Soma Yukihira didn't care, he wanted to announce to everyone that the counterattack had begun, and asked: "I won, does that mean I am the ninth seat now?"

The referee said: "This is just a food battle about the demolition of Polar Star Dormitory, not a game where the seats are at stake. The position of the top ten is not determined by just one game. The status of the top ten is very important."

The boy said, "Forget it. Anyway, being able to compete with the top ten is enough to satisfy my wish. Whether I become one of the top ten is not important. In short, judges, you should now know how boring the fake competition is. In the end, if you don't compete with each other in cooking, you can't tell the winner. Senior, you feel the same way. Although you lost the game today, you didn't make enough preparations beforehand, and Satsuma chicken is not your must-have dish. So next time, you should be well prepared and compete again."

The senior looked very ugly. Although he kept his seat, all his assets outside the school were confiscated. He turned around and left without saying a word.

Pa pa pa!

Duran applauded and said, "Not bad, not bad, it's a beautiful counterattack, which has brought the reform back to the starting point. Now it's the era when the judges have the final say, and the taste of food and comprehensive evaluation can jump left and right again."

When the boy saw Duran, his face darkened, took off the white cloth on his forehead, and said, "What do you want to do, do you want to compete in food battles?"

"Soma Yukihira, have you ever thought about a question?"

"???" The boy didn't know what the other party was going to say.

Duran said, "Now that you have come to school and learned about your father's past, you should also know how talented Yukihira Joichiro is. It can be said that your father's talent is better than most of the teachers in the academy, and he is a powerful chef who completely surpasses the top ten. You should be sure of this, right?"

Soma Yukihira nodded, this is certain. In the past, I was a frog in the well and didn't know how powerful my father was. After entering the academy, I saw all kinds of fancy cooking techniques. I relied on the cooking skills I learned in my own small shop to kill all around, which was enough to show how powerful my father was.

I only learned the fur of my father, and my father was the real master.

"Since you already know how good your father is, have you ever thought about why such a great chef stays in a small restaurant on the commercial street? Why not expand the restaurant into a big hotel or even a chain?"

I haven't thought about this. The boy said, "My father has to take care of his sick mother and can't let go of the neighbors on the commercial street..." You can find some reasons.

"Maybe he doesn't want to expand, but more importantly, he can't do it even if he wants to. Your father is indeed a great chef, but he is immoral, so even if he has talent, he can't show it." Duran said, "As long as the resources of ingredients, kitchen utensils, and stores are locked up, a great chef like Cheng Yilang will have to stay in a small restaurant all his life and can't get ahead. This is what the Ten Elites want to resist and change. They want to control the judges and let the world know that chefs only need talent and don't need morality at all. They almost succeeded, but it was ruined by you again."

"..."The boy has never thought about these things. He thinks talent is enough, and he doesn't feel that anyone requires him to be virtuous.

This is the problem. The boy doesn't think there is any problem in accepting the judges' evaluation. Not realizing the problem is the real problem, because if you don’t think there is a problem, you won’t resist. If you think there is a problem, you will think about how to solve it.

The teenager didn’t even realize the problem, so there was no way he could resist.