Eternal food paradise

There are a total of 5 judges sitting in each venue.

Each judge is worth 20 points, so the total score is capped at 100 points.

One dismal score after another brought a biting cold wind to the venue.

"Are you kidding, these scores..."

"Not normal! Something's wrong!"

"These people on the stage are all super elites carefully selected from among the first-year students!"

There were a large number of new students in the auditorium, commotion and uneasiness.

The old students, faculty and staff, as well as a small number of off-campus spectators, were relatively calm.

Xia Yan continued to stay in Area B.

He glanced at the judges' seat. Except for the difficult-to-treat Sento Orijie, there were several experts around him who were also reviewers who faced the masterpieces of veteran chefs every day.

Just like...

The little fat guy named Kita Shuji has flourished in both the financial and food circles. He has amazing energy. The "Kita Food Research Club" he founded is also a well-known 'food group' in Tokyo. There are many famous guests under his command. Kitchen member.

There is also a middle-aged man with a kind face and a calm temperament, Shingo Anton.

A man whose article can influence the rise or fall of a restaurant.

What a coincidence.

Last month, the "Dark Castle" interview was written down by this 'food writer' in his special article. As a result, the graduates in the group who are now taking on rotating tasks have begun to complain, because no matter who schedules the shift, The place is full of guests to entertain all day long.

"It stinks!"

suddenly.

The unbearable voice of the host Rei Kawashima came out from the loudspeaker in the venue.

"Huh?!"

Chitota Orie, who was sitting in the middle of the judging panel, saw Nao Sadatsuka, who had a gloomy temperament, pushing a dining cart over with several ramen bowls arranged on it.

Nao Sadatsuka took off the lid of one of the ramen bowls and said, "Please use it!"

"This is my special "Jet Black Laksa Curry"! "

Oops, the smell is getting stronger.

Qianhe Zhijiang's face turned slightly green.

Next to them, several men looked ugly. When the lid was lifted, a large smell of smelly salted fish hit them, a scene that was enough to make people suffocate.

Immediately afterwards, miserable wailing came from the audience.

The camera panned over and a group of people were knocked down by smoke.

Nakiri Erina commented like this, saying harshly: "It's just like a stinking ditch concentrated ten times!"

Xia Yan was very close to her. Hearing this, he flicked his finger on her smooth forehead: "Believe me, compared to the real underground stinking ditch, this is already paradise."

"stare--"

The girl stared at him hard, her earrings showing a slight blush, "Be careful, this is a public place!"

"Well, in this situation, it's impossible for the camera to be surrounding us." Xia Yan pointed to the camera position near the stage, and then changed the topic back to the topic of 'cooking', "Unfortunately, that "God's Smell" classmate In Area A, not here, otherwise he could easily discover the secret of Sadatsuka Nao's cuisine from the smell. "

Um? Erina, who was prouder than everyone else, was immediately dissatisfied: "You mean Hayama Ryo?"

"Heh, he does have a dog's nose for hunting down delicious food."

"But I'm not bad either!"

Xia Yan turned his head and looked up and down, looking at her slightly pursed moist lips, "Yeah, it's not bad. How do you say your 'tongue'? How do you describe it..."

Erina looked kind:

"What do you want to say about my tongue?!"

The interaction between the two in a corner of the stage did not last.

"Zero points!"

"Absolute zero points!"

Judge Kita Shuji pounded the table and yelled at Sadatsuka Nao: "Are you kidding? I have countless golden and rare delicacies to fill my stomach. I don't need such inhuman dross..."

The words have not yet finished.

Kita Shuji suddenly felt as if someone had stuck his neck, and he couldn't believe it as he looked at Sentata Orie who was in charge.

The female judge had already picked up her chopsticks and tried to eat Sadatsuka Nao's 'black ramen'.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

But even so, he picked up a ball of ramen with his chopsticks.

The smell of stinky salted fish is getting stronger and stronger.

Facing the dark cuisine that was despised by everyone, Qianta Zhijiang's eyes suddenly showed a strange confusion:

"Slightly bitter, slightly sour."

"what happened!"

"It's like a toilet that hasn't been cleaned, and a fruity smell suddenly comes in~"

call out!

Suck!

One chopstick, two chopsticks.

Qian Tao Zhijie's cheeks bulged up after eating, and he said shockingly: "'Dried salted fish' is not the protagonist of this dish. We were all deceived by the overly strong smell!" "

"It's like a piece of fine jade, wrapped in a thick stone skin. Only the most skilled stone appraiser can dig it out!"

Seeing this, Anton Shingo also started to taste it.

"Hey, the soup base has the smell of coconut milk, and there is also a spice substance that looks like lemongrass."

"So, is this to add breadth of flavor to the dishes?"

Kita Shuji sat down, pulled his tie, and tasted it reluctantly.

Then, his attitude suddenly changed, and his lips trembled obviously. Before he could chew the food, he held the food in his mouth and shouted excitedly: "The delicious taste of seafood spreads in my mouth! My whole body is following this rhythm and rhythm. Dance!”

call--

Soon after, the judges all wiped their mouths and looked at the empty noodle bowls.

"This "Dark Laksa Curry"..."

“Laksa is the essence of Malay and Singaporean Peranakan cultural cuisine.”

"The key is, I use the specially made smelly salted dried fish as the main branch, and the auxiliary ingredients of flying fish and ghost head knife as the filling, but you have all eaten it, the faint melody that is not obvious, like blood vessels and blood, is all over Eat the whole dish!”

"That's right, or that kind of 'unknown', 'unknowable', 'unpeepable' thing is the rhythm of life of this dish!"

"It seems like the origin of everything!"

Discuss and give scores at the same time.

In the end, Nao Sadatsuka’s total score was 89!

Instantly topped the list of Group B!

"oh!"

The hall is buzzing.

The first person with a score of over 50 unexpectedly broke through the 80-point mark, and was only 1 point away from getting an A-level score from Totsuki Cooking Class!

Qian Tao Zhijiang took a deep breath.

In her mind, she saw herself with chains all over her body, being dragged step by step into the abyss of eternal darkness by those "unknowable" and "unpeepable" hands of darkness.

Maybe it would be nice to just drown in that black curry soup? Let me drown in it!

"That kind of 'material'..." Ori Sentata looked at Sadatsuka Nao with complicated eyes. Just as he was exploring the secret, another student arrived in front of the judging table pushing a dining cart.

"New Tohiko Sand!"

Sadatsuka Nao stared at the 'secretary' who was serving the dishes.

"This time, I will win!" Sadatsuka Nao's eyes hidden in the thick bangs showed a strong flash of confidence, "I want to wash away the shame of the shokugashi match in the second grade of junior high school, and take the position of Miss Erina's secretary ...Take it into your hands!"

If the time goes back two years.

Junior high school time.

In the bamboo forest, a fight was coming to an end.

The winner, Nito Hisako, pointed at the short-haired, pure-tempered Sadatsuka Nao, "I won. From now on, you are not allowed to approach Miss Erina. Whenever she appears, you must retreat to 50 meters." outside!"

The thought ends here.

Nowadays, Nito Hisako certainly knows the reason for Sadatsuka Nao's "confidence", and he laughed:

"Do you think your 'method of application' can surely defeat me?"

How to use it?

The five celebrities in the judging panel said: "???"

What the hell!