Eternal food paradise

As a result, Shinomiya Kojiro received a ‘new job’.

He was willing to put aside his work at the research institute and all matters at the Tokyo branch, just to work on this 'job'.

After meeting with Xia Yan, another half a week passed like this.

This day is a rest day. At around 11 o'clock at night, even the workers who stay up late and work overtime should leave the company at this time to catch the last train.

And as it should be.

Night life, neon city night, feasting and feasting unfold.

A private club where entry is only possible with a membership card.

During the day, the celebrity chefs who entertained dignitaries and a large group of Yueyue graduates who often made their presence felt in popular newspapers and magazines were having an alumni gathering in a private club.

"Ah, Shinomiya is here!"

When Kojiro Shinomiya arrived, friendly greetings sounded from everywhere in the hall.

Look at this group of people.

The eldest ones, such as Shiomi Jun, who has already obtained the title of professor in the field of spices, are graduates of the '73 class, and by chance they caught the tail of Totsuki's golden generation.

Next down, there are Tomomi Mizuhara and Kojiro Shinomiya from the '79th class.

Therefore, although there is a gap of ten years between him and Dojima Gin and Saiba Joichiro, his status as the first graduate of the '79 class has given Shinomiya a high enough status in the alumni gathering.

The ‘80th class’ includes Hyugako Arikan and Donato Wutonda.

The ‘88th’ and ‘89th’ Taki Kadozaki and Sono Kikuku.

Shinomiya's eyes swept over this group of people.

In addition to being easy to call by name, he also invited many familiar faces with whom he had regular contact, and some graduates who had occasionally contacted him but had not broken off the relationship.

Just like the proprietress of this private club, she is one of the "Top Ten Graduates" of his class.

There are all kinds of people, there are twenty or thirty people.

"In the early stage, this group of members is enough."

Shinomiya thought to himself, pushing up the frames of his glasses, and a hint of wisdom flashed across his eyes.

He was not in a hurry.

‘Good food’ should be served at the right occasion and time.

This gathering of graduates is, in a sense, a tea party for elite chefs. After a while, a very interesting part will begin. Guys who have great confidence in their new creations will bring out the dishes in front of everyone and accept them. Alumni review.

At the buffet table, after grabbing a glass of juice, Shinomiya walked towards the baby-faced, young-looking Professor Shiomi Jun.

"I didn't expect you to come too."

he said with slight respect.

Shiomi Jun tapped his chin, "You said in the email to me that there is a very interesting 'new ingredient' and that you want to explore the scientific preservation method of this ingredient with me."

The young female professor knew that Shinomiya was a special researcher at the Research Institute, and Jun Shiomi was obviously very curious about the new things he had tinkered with in retreat in the back mountain.

"I'll excuse you now." Shinomiya simply drank some wine, filled his stomach casually, and walked to the back hall.

Notice the direction he left.

The graduates, each chatting in a few words, started talking about this:

"Senomiya-senpai has a new work?"

"This is very strange. Since Shinomiya returned to Tokyo, hasn't he been busy opening a branch? How did he find time to research new dishes?"

"Hoho, no matter what, I don't have any new works for you to review and evaluate at this tea party, so for those of you who plan to compete with Shinomiya-senpai at the same table this time, I can only wish you not to be in a bad mood..."

Including the familiar Fuyumi Mizuhara, Hinatako Miki and others, they were all discussing with great interest.

About half an hour later.

A burst of strange fragrance, hula poured into the venue.

The space that was lively and full of laughter a moment ago seemed to have encountered a spell of silence.

The graduates were all speechless.

This taste...

Professor Jun Shiomi, who is extremely keen on 'aroma' and is an authority in the field of spices, had a strong flash of interest in his eyes: "Well, this smells a bit like some kind of vanilla, with a fresh and natural scent. Attributes."

I couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.

Xi Jianjun's expression changed, and he overturned his previous judgment:

"No, no!"

She stood up on the sofa in the corner of the club with a look of surprise on her face, "The smell of vanilla and the smell of meat are entangled together? Just the right feeling of nature..."

The female professor of spices stared closely at the soup basin placed on the table by Shinomiya.

On the surface, it is just an ordinary Western vegetable soup.

That's right.

The general method is to fry potatoes and onions in butter, then throw them into an iron pot and boil them in water.

Add the chopped vegetables to the pot.

Use a 'mixer' to completely beat all the ingredients into a thick paste.

Before finishing, mix in the whipped cream.

This way.

It’s just a pot of classic ‘Western-style’ or ‘French-style’ vegetable soup.

As expected, Shiomi Jun heard Shinomiya introduce the soup he had just served:

"Is it weird? It's just everyday vegetable soup. Anyone can make it."

Sigong's words made the atmosphere in the club hall even colder.

He seemed to have told a cold joke.

Everyday recipes?

There's nothing wrong with that.

But the crux of the matter is...

"Ingredients!"

Shiomi Jun broke the dead silence and complained: "It's true that anyone can make Western-style daily vegetable soup, but I don't think Shinomiya's soup can be made casually. No, if there is a lack of 'ingredients', No matter how hard you try, it will all be in vain!"

Shinomiya Kojiro saw that one of his operations had successfully aroused the curiosity of all the graduates present. Everyone looked between him and Tangpin, looking closely at the mystery.

Ah.

Chefs are just such a group of people.

In the field of French cuisine, there is a saying.

Substandard ingredients, no good dishes!

In fact, this sentence is equally applicable to ‘Chinese cuisine’ which is rich in techniques and has many factions.

“It’s impossible for us people to resist the temptation of ‘high-end ingredients’.”

Seeing that the heat of the 'performance' was almost over, Shinigong raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Am I considered a servant of the devil?"

…

The park’s special chat group.

It's rare that someone is chatting in the group today. It's Tasokoroe and Saiba Chaoyang who know each other's identities.

" @People who bring salt to local cuisine, please give me the coordinates of a reliable food wholesale market!"

Brother Yao, who has changed his group name card to "Evolved Crossing Blade", is really a newbie in the group at this time, without any psychological burden, and openly @Tian Suohui has been his guide.

"I know a reliable food comprehensive store, but it's not in a big market and the price/performance ratio is very good." Tadokoro responded quickly.

"Huh?"

Obviously, this reply aroused the curiosity of many group members, and they came forward one after another.

" @The salt person of local cuisine, coordinates +1, free of charge!"

She is female, and her group name card is "Genius Commander".

"It can be paid, it can be paid with flesh..."

The following words, which were a bit teasing, silenced the group atmosphere for a while.

" # ^_^ # (shy)!"

Tazo Kei made a weak expression.

Another place.

Xia Yan, who was in the club office at Totsuki Academy, looked at the chat box panel and clicked his tongue a few times in displeasure.

actually.

In this group, except for the group leader and the administrator, who are lying dead forever, and the people who are now alive, Erina, Tazoe, and Saeba Asahi, the other 'vests' who have come forward to speak are all fake! Fake!

That was the vest trumpet that he let the park system manage and operate.

In other words, this group is really deserted to the extreme. Except for a few rare living people, there are more than ten or twenty robot vests.

Thinking of the need for a robot account to add a sense of presence to the group chat, Xia Yan's lips twitched:

"Irrespective of whether the 'deviation value' is enough or whether the group members can log in to the park, we must first bring all the appropriate targets into the group for training and training!"

Beep beep, then the phone on the table vibrated.

It was Shinomiya Kojiro who sent him a 'work' report.

See the first list listed by the fourth house:

"Seki Shouhei, Mizuhara Fuyumi, Miki Hinatako, Kiku Chiengo..."

They are all familiar names.

Xia Yan waved his hand, "Pull everyone in!"

He asked the park system to send out an "invitation letter" in a group, but this kind of time-traveling and unstoppable message would probably scare people, so in order to hide it from others, some additional operations were still needed.

There is no rush for this day or two. First, order a batch of smart phones without contract cards from Nichia, let the park system be modified, and then let Shinomiya distribute the ‘login devices’ to these graduates.

Two days passed.

Somewhere in Guangzhou City, Nakiri Erina, who was running a mission, paused in her steps and opened a certain panel with a strange look on her face.

[Welcome newcomer xxxx...]

Several messages popped up one after another, which was extremely strange for a girl with a magical tongue who joined the group very early.

And click on those various group business cards.

What's 'Ristorante F', 'SHINO' S', 'The Lord of the Fog House'.

Nakiri Erina felt a sense of déjà vu.