I'm in Food Wars: My Wingman is Rindō Kobayashi

Dojima Gin eats slowly.

He didn't care that he became the focus of the audience at this time.

As for Ji Zhiguo Ningning, he could not wait to rush over to eat for him.

After Dojima Gin finished eating, the crowd went quiet.

After wiping the paper, Dojima Gin said, "Mr. Chapel, let's start voting."

vote?

The onlookers chatted.

"Don't you need a review?"

"Anyway, it's not delicious, so no need to comment."

"Definitely not. Didn't you see the performance of the two comments just now? I think it's so delicious that there is no need for a comment at all."

"I think so too."

"But if you don't comment, wouldn't it be unfair to the two students who were eating halberds."

"How can it be unfair. No matter what kind of food it is, as long as it can satisfy the eater, then it is a success. As for reviews and no reviews, this is not necessary at all."

"That's the truth."

"If it is satisfactory food, there is no need for any reviews at all. Because it is the feeling of the eater."

"That's what I said, but at least I have to talk about which aspect of the food the other party makes is the most outstanding and which areas are lacking, so that we can improve it next time."

Tourists are talking.

The three judges have already started voting.

Each holds a sign in his hand.

The numbers are 1 and 2, respectively.

1 represents Ning Ning of the Kingdom of Ji.

2 stands for Jiang Yiming.

At this time, Donato Gotoida, Chapel, and Dojima Gin all held up signs.

The number above is 2.

3:0!

Jiang Yiming wins!

"impossible……"

Ji Zhiguo Ningning saw this result and didn't believe it at all.

"Absolutely impossible... I can't possibly lose... His noodles are obviously very ordinary... He chose a light way, and the soup is only cabbage and meatballs, how could he lose..."

Ji Zhiguo Ningning was not reconciled.

Gritting his teeth, he looked up at Dojima Gin.

"Senior Dojima, I want to know where I lost."

Dojima Gin put the sign down.

"Actually, the mustard noodles you made are almost not picky in terms of taste. Then pour it with stock, so that the mustard noodles quickly absorb the soup, and let the noodles be eaten with thick stock. It tastes great in your mouth.”

"Then why did I lose..."

And they still lost this game with a result like 3:0.

"Although you are confident in your superior buckwheat making skills, you have overlooked one point."

"Which point?"

"The flavor of buckwheat varies depending on the climate. Although it's autumn now, it doesn't affect the flavor of mustard very much. If it's cold, it's very difficult to spread. You use the stock to make it. In this aspect, the idea is actually correct.”

After a pause, Dojima Gin continued: "However, in your broth, you may have added some fragrant seasonings to make the soup thicker. This seasoning really makes your noodles more fragrant. Yes, but because of this fragrance, it conceals the true taste of mustard barley."

Ji Zhiguo Ningning was puzzled: "Then why did he win?"

"Actually, in terms of noodles, there is no difference between the two of you. But because Jiang Yiming made the soup."

Ji Zhiguo Ningning did not understand.

What Jiang Yiming made was clear soup, and the soup base had no ingredients, just a few cabbage meatballs, how could it compare with her stock.

"Although Jiang Yiming made a light soup base, he added some appetizing ingredients to his soup base."

"The cabbage meatballs look very ordinary, but after the meatballs are boiled, they absorb enough soup, take a bite, and the soup fills the whole mouth directly. That kind of satisfaction will make people feel happy while eating. ."

Ji Zhiguo Ningning stayed where he was.

She was still unwilling to lose.

"What kind of experience this happiness feels like, it's useless to just listen to me. I think you can try it and then you'll know."

Dojima Gin let Jiang Yiming serve a bowl.

Ji Zhiguo Ningning looked at the face in front of him, hesitated for a while, then picked up his chopsticks and put a bite into his mouth.

However.

next second.

Ji Zhiguo was stunned in place.

"This taste..."

She will never forget the smell.

There are many images in my mind.

Many are pictures from childhood.

And, the taste of childhood.

Until now, she still can't forget.

It's a happy taste.

Suddenly.

Ji Jian Ning Ning understood.

Why is Mr. Shaper laughing?

A chef who was called "a cook who can't laugh" suddenly laughed.

Perhaps, while he was eating the mustard noodles made by Jiang Yiming, it reminded him of some happy times.

as she is now.

She finally understood why Senior Dojima Gin did not comment.

Because there are some flavors, no reviews are needed.

It is a taste of inner happiness and contentment.

She lost.

At this time.

A tear fell from Ji Zhiguo Ningning's eyes.

She didn't know that it was the sad tears shed because of losing this halberd.

Or maybe it was because she thought of the taste of happiness and satisfaction that made her tears flow uncontrollably.

But no matter what, she lost this match.

Although somewhat unhappy.

But the results are already there.

Lift your head and take a deep breath.

After arranging his emotions, Ji Zhiguo Ningning spoke.

"I lost."

Although the judges' voting results have come out, she still admits that she lost this time.

As Ji Zhiguo Ningning took the initiative to admit defeat, the tourists were stunned.

Jiang Yiming glanced at her and said softly, "Since the results have come out, then you should know what to do next."

Ji Zhiguo Ningning's eyes were a little blank.

Biting his lip, he opened his mouth and said, "Can you use another method to punish?"

[Writing a book is not easy~~~ The new book needs support~~ I hope everyone will vote for flowers and votes to give some motivation~~~ I am very grateful~~~]*