Naruto: Big Foodie

Noticing Yang Ming's curious eyes, Murata Ichiro couldn't help but sneer: "It really is a commoner! What a waste of this high-end cuisine..."

"What did you say?"

Yang Ming was immediately angry, and Yuanyue's students also looked bad.

"Forget it." Yang Ming waved his hand generously, "This is probably the last time he eats a halberd, so forgive him."

Hearing this sentence, the monks in Hantan Temple were furious.

Isn't this saying that Murata Ichiro is lost?

Too arrogant!

The abbot of Hantan Temple was also one of the judges. He laughed and changed the subject: "Let's try the cooking first."

Mr. Fu Disheng nodded.

"When you eat sashimi, please serve this special sauce." Ichiro Murata brought up a small plate of special sauce.

The three judges nodded.

Then taste it.

Mr. Fu Disheng tasted the rice first. There was only one bite of the rice, but it was very sweet and chewy, and the miso soup was also mellow.

Next is sashimi.

He dipped a little special sauce and put it in his mouth.

The fish meat is extremely tender, and with the sweet plum sauce, it brings an unprecedented refreshing feeling, and the fish seems to come alive in his mouth.

The faces of the other two judges also showed intoxicated expressions.

"The taste of this fish is extraordinary, could it be a sakura snapper?" The abbot of Hantan Temple said movingly.

"That's right, it's really Sakura Snapper. The color of this fish is as beautiful as cherry blossoms, and the meat is fresh and tender. It is a famous sea bream like Akashi Snapper." Another common judge nodded.

"This sauce is made from perilla plums, right? You seem to have added Yidaili liquor in it to add a flavor." The abbot of Hantan Temple praised.

Kaiseki is a very traditional Japanese cuisine, but Ichiro Murata has taken a different approach and added Italian liquor to enhance the taste, which shows his creativity.

"It's really a good dish. It's a good idea to be able to incorporate exotic ingredients into traditional dishes." Mr. Fudi Sheng said truthfully, "I have tasted two extreme flavors. One is the freshness of sea bream, and the other is the freshness of sea bream. One is the refreshing flavor of plum jam. Although these two flavors are still very mild, they are very good for your age."

Facing Mr. Fudi Sheng, Murata Ichiro turned his face as fast as turning a book, and said happily: "Thank you very much for the praise of Mr. Fudi Sheng."

After hearing this comment, the monks in Hantan Temple were very happy.

To be able to get such a high evaluation from Mr. Fudisheng, the result of this competition is already a close call, right?

After tasting Ichiro Murata's kaiseki cuisine, it was Yang Ming's turn.

It's just that the monks in Hantan Temple looked very relaxed.

"This is my dish, Italian Seafood Baked Rice."

Yang Ming brought his own dishes.

Suddenly, a scent bomb exploded completely, and the extremely rich cheese mixed with the scent of seafood filled the entire venue!

"smell good!"

"It smells too good, doesn't it?"

The expressions of the monks in Hantan Temple changed!

On top of the rice and prawns, there is a thick layer of cheese, and the whole dish shimmers with a pleasant golden sheen, constantly exuding a strong aroma and mouth-watering.

The three judges took a breath, their faces couldn't help showing intoxicated smiles, then picked up their spoons and tasted it.

Mr. Fu Disheng picked up the spoon, pried open the soft cheese crust, and then scooped a large spoon of rice.

The melted cheese was full of elasticity, and when he pulled it, it didn't break, and drooped down one thin line after another.

In the oven, the cheese seeped into the rice, and the rice and shrimp and scallops were golden in color, exuding a strong aroma of seafood and cheese.

Mr. Fudisheng's Adam's apple trembled, and then put the rice into his mouth.

Then, a delicious storm raged on the tip of his tongue!

In a trance, he seemed to have come to a small town in the north of Italy.

The ancient buildings of the Renaissance stood on the coastline. He stood on the ancient street and looked up to see the blue sea. The salty sea breeze gently brushed his cheeks, and the church bells rang in his ears.

At this moment, he saw a blond girl smiling sweetly at him.

Old Mr. Fudisheng swayed in his heart and couldn't help chasing after him.

But the girl dodged and entered a white church. When he entered, he could no longer see it, only the faint fragrance lingering in the air.

...

"It's so delicious. I seem to see a white church, a blue sea, a girl with blond hair." Mr. Fudisheng woke up from the illusion, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, "Cooking full of romance."

"Yes, I also felt a strong romance, just like first love, very sweet and very greasy. From this, I can understand the chef's intention, is it because of the cheese?" The abbot of Hantan Temple also said blankly.

Yang Ming smiled when he heard this.

This is a dish that only those who have tasted love can cook!

(The author did not deliberately sprinkle dog food for the singles of Double Eleven, really!)

At this moment, the expressions of Mr. Fudi Sheng and the abbot of Hantan Temple changed!

"Wait a minute! Is this romantic atmosphere a personal mark?"

Their voices became trembling!

They never thought that Yang Ming had realized the heart of the God of Cooking!

God, isn't he still a freshman in high school?

"what?"

"The heart of a chef?"

"No way?"

The monks at Hantan Temple were also taken aback!

The eyes they looked at Yang Ming suddenly became strange.

As long as you understand the heart of the chef, knife skills, seasoning and other basic skills, it is almost inevitable to become a master chef.

Togetsu's students were also taken aback, but soon, the shock turned into adoration.

Sure enough, it is Yang Mingjun!

It's amazing!

However, at this moment, Yang Ming was not complacent at all, just as indifferent as usual.

The fact that he was able to put his personal stamp on this dish was purely accidental, just because he thought of a certain girl while cooking.

If you ask him to do it next time, he may not be able to do it.

"Let's announce the results soon."

Murata Ichiro's face was gloomy and was about to sink into the water.

The venue suddenly fell silent.

No one thought that Yang Ming could add his personal imprint to the cooking, and everyone had a bad feeling.

"Yang Ming."

Without even thinking about it, Yang Ming announced ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yang Ming. "

The other two teachers hesitated for a while before finally announcing the results.

They also have the dignity of a chef, except for a very few guys who have no lower limit, it is impossible to speak against their conscience.

If they really have no conscience, once they spread it, they won't have to mix in the cooking world in the future.

There was a dead silence in the venue.

The expression on the Hantan Temple monk's face was extremely difficult to see.

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