Eternal food paradise

"Soup dish, the main ingredient is pheasant."

With these two key pieces of information, Erina would dare to announce that her winning rate would be 99.99% in a Shokugeki duel stage at Totsuki School.

However.

Despite this big man's low IQ, his cooking skills are really top-notch. He is not comparable to the late-night cooks at Akitasou. Erina believes that even if she has the intelligence information, her chance of winning head-on is still very low. .

"Gu~"

A cock crows and the kitchen turns silent.

Erina glanced over and was stunned.

A large live bird, its beautiful feathers were plucked out in an instant, and piled on the floor of the processing table. On the counter, when Luo Ke stopped, the perfectly processed chicken rack was lying quietly in the basin. Wait for the next detailed flush.

I saw that Roko's right hand was covered with a set of 'machine hands'. To be precise, all five fingers were inlaid with metal finger tigers.

And after plucking and disemboweling a live bird in an instant, the metal fingers on the five fingers were still shiny and not stained with a trace of blood.

"Dark Realm Stunt!"

Erina spat out.

"Yes, "Arhat's tiger claws are pulled out". "Loke's voice was dull.

Erina didn't know whether to use a crying or laughing expression, her expression was quite complicated.

Arhat pulls out his claws...

She had heard of this unique skill, and was once told about it by the big devil Xia Yan in the form of a joke. Erina also thought that Xia Yan was making jokes to make her happy.

Anyway, even if similar stunts and cooking skills exist, according to life mentor Xia Yan, this stunt is nothing. At best, it shortens the time of processing ingredients. At first glance, it is very bluffing, but as long as you have a solid foundation...

It’s so damn reliable!

Erina felt like crying in her heart: "In front of a serious special class, you tell me, the foundation is solid?"

For the first time in the cooking competition, she encountered a special chef who used dark skills. The stone weighing on Erina's heart suddenly grew bigger and heavier, and she began to show signs of being out of breath. For the "God's Tongue" who encountered a similar challenge, it made her nervous and sweaty, and at the same time, the sound of her heart beating faster told her——

You can lose, but you can't lose your courage as a chef.

It’s what grandpa often said, the courage to face any challenge head-on.

Moreover, in her mind, those eyes with expectations and encouragement seemed to be behind her. Nakiri Erina took a breath, her eyes suddenly became determined, and she said to Roko, who had his back turned to her:

"Can you give me another live chicken?"

She could tell that Rocco only planned to kill one pheasant and cook it, otherwise there would be two of them, which would make no difference to this special chef who mastered dark skills.

Luo Ke's irritated voice revealed a hint of surprise and hesitantly said:

"You can use it, but are you sure you want to use it? It is a taboo for a person who is challenging from a lower position to compete with a higher-ranking person for ingredients."

The implication is that I am afraid of comparison in everything.

Similar dishes with the same main ingredient and the same origin are placed together.

The stark disparity will make people despair.

Erina smiled. She may not know that her smile at this moment, in Roko's eyes, smells like that man and has a sense of déjà vu:

"I just want to have a strong head!"

So Erina also started to slaughter the chicken, but her process was much longer than Roko's.

When the chicken soup cooked in Luo Ke becomes rich and fragrant.

Erina had just finished processing the chicken from a live chicken. However, instead of cutting the chicken into pieces, she removed the bones from the whole chicken, leaving only the chicken and minced it completely.

A puddle of chicken puree like snowflakes was placed on the dinner plate.

Roko paused as he was bringing the chicken soup to the dishes. He couldn't help but cast his gaze at Erina's dishes, and his eyebrows suddenly furrowed tightly.

"This is……"

——

The storefront of "Fengqi Inn".

There were three tables in total.

The group of darkness led by Xiang En, the table of Xia Yan and Yise Hui, and the strange traveler who still did not take off his hood after sitting down alone.

The three tables were enjoying the "Red Oil Rabbit" served by the host not long ago.

The boss lady in red swung her big butt, walked to Xia Yan's table, and said to Yi Sehui with pity on her face: "It's not easy to recruit people, but since you don't want to stay in this barren mountain, I'll just spend the next few days with you." The wages will be settled for you."

As he said that, he put down a money bag with a few grains of silver in it.

However, Yisehui didn't even look at the red-dressed proprietress with a rosy face and a willowy waist. When she turned around and left, she looked obviously relieved and muttered: "I'm saved!"

Xia Yan took two bites of the rabbit, put down his chopsticks, and stared at Yise Hui with strange eyes:

"I seriously suspect that you are on your luck again. No wonder you always want to escape from this store and force others to live a peaceful life by calling it a black shop."

Isshiki Hui bared his teeth and did not deny it. He also picked up the chopsticks to taste the male host's Sichuan-flavored rabbit and clicked his tongue:

"It's warm and cool in the mouth, with a sweet taste."

“It’s crispy and light when chewed!”

"As for the numbness and spiciness, they are very good and take care of the taste of travelers. It is a very mild route——"

Saying that he gave a thumbs up, Isekhui shrugged.

"Anyway, I don't understand the cooking skills of this innkeeper. When I eat his dishes, I always feel like I'm looking for an exercise book in a sea of ​​books. In short, I'm dazzled."

Xia Yan narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are the only one who understands how to eat."

He kept an eye on the other two tables with his peripheral vision.

The people at Xiang En's table, the bold and dark people who were still fighting for strong drinks, suddenly fell silent when they dropped two pieces of rabbit.

Lai He and Yang Shiyou were silent.

Xiang En's eyes flickered, and he glanced sideways at the red-dressed proprietress who was tapping the abacus loudly on the counter. He hesitated to speak several times.

"Linchu from the barren mountains and old inns?" Xia Yan pondered.

Yes, although the male boss tried his best to hide it, he could not deceive Xia Yan's tongue appreciation and systematic judgment.

But he was in a very strange mood.

stable.

The word "steady" takes the lead.

Is this also considered the way of ‘Lin Zi’? What a strange cooking style!

The strong aroma of chicken soup attracted Xia Yan's attention. He listened to the footsteps in the direction of the kitchen, and when he saw Luo Ke bringing out the chicken soup pot, he suddenly showed an unexpected and bored expression:

Just now Luo Ke turned around and went to hunt game in the mountains and forests outside the store. Soon after he came back after hunting two pheasants, everyone saw it.

"Does this Luo Ke only use "Arhat Tiger Claw" to make chicken soup? It's a very good move, but it's too ruthless and heavy-handed! "

no doubt.

What Luo Ke brought to the table was a genuine special dish.

Moreover, how come there is a sense of déjà vu to Tang Sanjie in the plot of the Gulou Lin Ship?

Hello.

Nakiri Erina is not Tang Sanjie.

At least the current "God's Tongue" is far inferior to the young master of Longzhen Restaurant in the magical city in terms of cooking skills.

"Well done."

After tasting Luo Ke's chicken soup, Xiang En's eyes lit up and he praised it.

However, Xiang En's words trailed off.

Da da da.

Another contestant in charge of the dinner show came out of the back kitchen.

And Erina’s dishes.

Colorless and odorless.

When it was brought to the dining table, more than a dozen people from the dark side, including Xiang En, felt that the ceramic plate near them was filled with a pure white cloud.

"...Oh, "Snowflakes and Chicken Puddles"?"

At the counter, the charming proprietress in red who had been clicking the abacus just now raised her head and made a comment:

"It looks like clouds, like piles of snow."

"Regardless of how it tastes, this dish that is as white as snow has the essence of "Snowflake Chicken Chowder"!"