One Piece: Master Kaido, online teaching

Chapter 438 Food that doesn’t shine is not good food

Capital City, Yingxian Tower.

In the lobby on the first floor, all the tables and chairs were pulled away, leaving only two long tables for tasting dishes.

The content of the competition is the most representative traditional food of the Flower Country.

Mapo tofu!

"I lost!"

The chef of Yingxianlou knelt on the ground, unable to believe that he would lose to a yellow-haired girl, but in front of the overwhelming deliciousness, he was convinced of the defeat!

At this moment, the guests were all gathered around Hong Ling's desk, sweating profusely.

“It’s so delicious, I can’t stop eating it!”

"Nutty! Spicy! Fresh! Fragrant!"

“Chef Hongling’s Mapo Tofu fully demonstrates the essence of Flower Country cuisine, which is amazing!”

"Yeah! I win!"

"Hong Ling, let me help you!"

"Why don't you dare!"

Yamato joined in. Both sides of the competition can bring their assistants to help with chopping vegetables, otherwise the competition time will be extended several times.

Let’s not talk about the level of cooking skills. Yingxian Tower has a total of twelve floors, which means that after twelve trials, you can even make your opponent fall to the ground!

No, she couldn't allow herself to have unknown cooking knowledge.

I have indeed heard before that a first-class chef must be good at controlling the heat.

"It's so easy this time."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

It must be some kind of special seasoning!

The diner representative quickly added: "Chef Hongling, if it's inconvenient, it's okay if you don't tell me. We're just curious."

Hong Ling straightened up her withered chest.

Hongling doesn't care about this. Satisfying diners' curiosity about food is also one of the chef's responsibilities.

"Please, Chef Hongling!"

Hong Ling responded and said, "But I don't want your plaque. If I win, you just have to promise me one thing."

Xiangling's hand holding the big spoon froze. Why had she never heard of this kind of fried rice? What did it mean to glow?

Does food still glow?

He also knew that it was presumptuous to ask such a question. Chefs all have their own secret techniques, so how can they easily tell outsiders.

Soon, several attendants worked together to bring out the wooden barrel containing rice. The portion was far beyond the diners' expectations.

Hong Ling is confident and has traveled extensively with her grandfather. She has seen a variety of cooking techniques and is able to cope with such small scenes.

It wasn't until all ten plates of Mapo Tofu were eaten that the guests put down their spoons and praised them.

"Dang Dang!"

Yamato hurriedly followed up. This kind of opportunity to eat and drink for free was rare. It would be great if Hong Ling could keep competing.

It’s also Mapo Tofu, but Chef Hongling’s dishes are far superior to Chef Yingxianlou’s in terms of appearance, spicy and fragrant flavors.

"My Yingxian Building has a total of twelve floors. The higher the floor, the more distinguished the guests we entertain, and the more exquisite the chef's skills!"

"Don't say one thing, even ten things don't matter, as long as you can win!"

The boss narrowed his eyes: "Chef Hongling, you are here to compete in the restaurant, so we will decide the dishes for the competition, is that okay?"

The diners suddenly realized.

The boss pointed at the ceiling with a treacherous look.

"I want to eat glowing golden fried rice!"

"I feel like I am on the grassland, riding a horse and running. My body and mind feel more relaxed than ever before!"

If the game is against a martial arts school, if you win, you will take away the sign hanging on the opponent's door!

The boss's expression was gloomy. He never expected to lose. If he just let the other party leave in such a swagger, Yingxian Tower would become a laughing stock!

"Let's go upstairs!"

Many diners frowned, and it could be seen that the boss was deliberately targeting them, but since the other party came to the door, they had to be prepared accordingly.

Hongling didn't know whether to laugh or cry. During the competition on the first floor just now, she made a total of fifteen plates of mapo tofu because someone ate it secretly.

"How about it? Do you dare to pick it up?"

The doubts were solved, and everyone retreated with satisfaction, but they did not leave. They still wanted to see how Yingxian Tower would end.

"good!"

"So and so wants to eat secretly!"

When she was on the ship, she was responsible for three meals a day for the crew, and the workload was much more than that.

"If you can defeat all the chefs in Yingxian Tower, I will kneel down in front of everyone and admit my mistake, and I will hand you the plaque with both hands!"

"I am very sensitive to the temperature of fire and good at adjusting the heat. This is the biggest secret to my victory!"

"Obviously the same ingredients are used and the cooking process is the same, so why is there such a huge difference in taste!"

"Yamato, do you have a flavor you want to eat?"

The chef in charge of the second floor was a tall man, with his thick arms folded together, and he did not hide the contempt in his eyes.

After deliberation for a short while, the diners’ representative came out, raised his hand and said, “I declare that Chef Hongling’s cooking skills are even better!”

"The content of this competition is enough fried rice to feed a hundred people!"

As long as she competes in cooking skills, she has no reason to back down.

Hongling jumped up happily. Although her opponent this time was not very powerful, as long as she could win in cooking, that would be the happiest thing.

Hong Ling could also feel the unkind attitude of the other party, but this time he came to the restaurant because he wanted to meet a powerful chef. This was only one of the reasons. There was also another reason.

"Okay, I'll take it!"

Hong Ling was a little surprised, she didn't expect this competition to be so simple.

Fried rice for a hundred people, for the average chef, the physical exertion alone is enough to give a headache, not to mention that the other person is still a little girl.

When the three of them arrived on the second floor, the competition venue was ready, and the diners were all in high spirits. Just now, they wanted to go downstairs to watch the excitement.

"Coming, 3, come quickly."

"No problem at all."

The girl looked at Yamato, who was licking the plate and his mouth was full of oil, and waved to her with a smile.

He doesn't dare to compete with Mapo Tofu again.

"I see!"

"Um!"

Yamato didn't mean what he said, his eyes and corners of his mouth were turned away.

Yamato was pleasantly surprised. She recalled the stories her father once told her in her mind, and her face was filled with anticipation.

The boss snorted and waved his sleeves in an inviting gesture.

After the results were announced, the diner representative came to Hongling and asked anxiously: "Chef Hongling, I would like to ask, why is your Mapo Tofu so delicious?"

"Chef Xiao Hongling, do you dare to compete again?"

"You want to eat it secretly?"

“Glowing golden fried rice???”

The boss rang the bell, and immediately a scroll fell down from the top between the two desks, with the word "fried rice" written on it.

Hongling looked at Yamato and put her hands on her hips.

"It doesn't matter, it's actually the heat!"

Hong Ling grabbed Yamato very seriously and asked: "Yamato, what does the glowing golden fried rice you mentioned look like?"

"Huh? Do you want to learn? I'll teach you!"

Yamato rolled up her sleeves and picked up the spoon excitedly. She had practiced golden fried rice many times in private, but never once did it shine.

However, she firmly believes that luminous cuisine must exist.

Because my father said so!

(End of chapter)