Food Wars: Taste Buds Reversal

025. Extra delicious? [Update 3]

As a reporter for Food Weekly, Asami Harada's plan today was to interview a Japanese restaurant at Totsuki Resort.

As their bus passed this shopping street, a strong aroma drifted in from the window.

The reporters looked at each other and found that their stomachs were growling.

As a result, the people who were supposed to go to Totsuki Resort for dinner took a simple vote in the car.

They all got off the car and prepared to find the source of the aroma, solve the problem of food and clothing there, and then go to Totsuki Resort for interviews.

Then, when they got off the car, they saw this scene!

Everywhere they looked, there were people queuing up. Housewives nearby, elderly people with children, students, white-collar workers, whether it was their break time or not, this group of people were now neatly lined up in the middle of the line. Some of them even played poker while waiting for the line to move forward. It was unknown how long they had been queuing here.

"Eh? Isn't that Yoshino from TV Asahi? Why is he here too?"

A reporter in the same group suddenly noticed a familiar figure in front of the team. It was Yoshino Ichirota, the food news anchor from TV Asahi. But for some reason, he and several sound engineers and photographers were all in the middle of the team, looking like they were queuing up.

"The Asahi TV Tower seems to be not far from here. Are they here for an interview as well?"

This was Asami Harada's first reaction. However, looking at the expectant expression on the other person's face, she felt that it was a little bit unlike that. The other person looked like a simple diner. Only the photographer behind him occasionally pointed the camera at the crowd around him. The faces of several people looked a little drunk. It was not the kind of drunken redness from drinking, but a kind of itchy feeling from the heart.

Speaking of this feeling, Asami Harada took a deep breath.

The aroma from the thick black smoke was like the residue left in the air after a volcanic eruption of food, which made people want to taste it immediately.

As for the essence of the dish, Asami Harada, who has been fighting on the front line of food for many years, of course knows that it is the momentum that only top-level dishes can emit.

Because of her outstanding performance, she was fortunate to represent"Food Weekly" to participate in a tasting held by a celebrity in the industry.

There was a dish called special grade that once exuded such an addictive aroma, but of course she had no chance to taste it with her level.

To cook a dish of this level, it takes not only the chef's energy and cooking skills, but also a lot of physical strength.

Asami Harada had heard about it a long time ago, and when she served the last dish that shocked everyone, After the cooking, the chef stayed at home for two days to recuperate. He did not accept any commissions during these two days. This is enough to show the horror of this kind of cooking. The effort and physical strength that a chef spends on it is unimaginable for ordinary people.

It is also because of this that such"special" dishes, even if it is just a plate of sashimi or a piece of vegetable jelly, are absolutely impossible to mass produce, because there are not so many top chefs who can afford such terrible consumption.

It is a luxury that can only be supplied to the rich and famous in a limited amount. Even in the personal restaurants of top chefs, it will only be the finale. The dishes appeared.

And now, she could smell a scent that was as good as the one she had that day on the shopping street. Asami Harada thought that she might not have woken up yet, or that there was something wrong with her nose. Maybe the aroma of that dish was just overbearing, and the taste itself was not that exaggerated?

In any case, when she came to her senses, she had unknowingly lined up at the back of the line with her fellow reporters. Surrounded by the barrier of the scent, they could no longer retreat. The thick black smoke was like a cage, locking these people firmly in the shopping street and making it impossible for them to retreat.

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