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Time flies, and both of them have reached the final step of cooking.

Remove from the pot, turn off the heat, pour the mapo tofu into the plate, and after a long time, I glanced at Lin Feng, who was still busy, and the look of contempt on his face became stronger and stronger.

That guy in Isshiki would lose to such an unwise person, it's really... After staying on the top of the seven tables for a long time, the cooking skills have regressed!

Thinking in my heart, I picked up the plate and walked towards the judges' bench.

Placing the plate containing mapo tofu in front of the three judges in turn, Teruki Kugami clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Please taste it... Kuga's original mapo tofu!"

In the white porcelain plate, the bright red juice wraps the tofu, and from time to time red peppers emerge from it, and the spicy taste that faintly emanates from it stimulates the senses of Dojima Silver and others, and it is simply a plate of mapo tofu that interprets the spicy to the extreme.

Roland Chapelle looked at the mapo tofu on his plate and said slowly, "It should have been a long time since I tasted the food I made for a long time." "

As a teacher, he didn't want his two students to collide. However, as a teacher, he understands that if he wants to grow up in the Yuanyue School where the strong survive, it is indispensable to eat halberds. Only by constantly launching challenges and constantly meeting challenges can cooking skills grow rapidly and climb to the top of the far moon.

After a long time, Dojima Gin, who was sitting on the left, picked up the spoon that was placed aside, poked towards the mapo tofu on the plate, scooped it up, and then put it in his mouth to chew.

"Hmm!"

After just one bite, Dojima Gin's face turned red. If it weren't for the food cultivation that he has maintained for a long time, I'm afraid he would have screamed directly.

At the moment of entry, a volcanic eruption of pungency instantly swept through the mouth, like a huge wave constantly crashing against the reef, hitting Dojima's taste buds.

However, what people didn't expect was that Dojima Gin, who seemed to be enduring pain, would poke out the spoon again, scoop up a spoonful of mapo tofu and put it in his mouth to chew.

The same scene happened to Roland Chapelle and Nagi Senzaemon, both of whom also tasted spoonful after spoonful.

"It's obviously very uncomfortable, why do you want to continue to taste it?"

"It's so spicy just by looking at it..."

"No, I feel like I want to drink water!"

There was a discussion of the students next to her, and Alice frowned thinly, and explained: "This is addiction~"

"Addicted?" asked Kurokiba next to him slouchedly.

"Yes, it's not one of the physiological classifications, it's not spicy or taste, it's pain...", Alice Nagiri continues, explaining: "Taste is physiologically defined as sweet, bitter, sour, salty, delicious... However, the spicy taste is different from the organs that can feel the sense of taste, and the herb-based receptors to feel, coupled with the strong pungency taste, will stimulate the secretion of adrenaline and endorphin, which is the so-called addiction, that is, the phenomenon of feeling the pungency with the sense of pain. "

“......"

Although he already knew that Nagikiri Alice would use molecular knowledge to explain to herself, after hearing the other party's explanation, Kurokiba Ryo still looked like a circle and couldn't understand it.

Alice asked intently, "Do you understand?"

"No..."

"You..."Nagi Alice pouted and glared at Kurokiba Ryo, and said with hatred, "It seems that it is necessary for you to learn from the secretary next to Erina..."

......

For a long time, Dojima Silver and the others put down the chopsticks in their hands one after another, and what was surprising was that Nagi Senzaemon didn't know when his clothes exploded again.

Just a mouthful of spicy taste can make the old man's clothes burst, and my cooking skills have risen a lot after a long time...

Thinking in his heart, Nagi Sen Saemon's eyes lit up, and he saw that Lin Feng was already walking towards the three of them with a plate.

"This has just sent away a spicy one, and ushered in another spicy one, and I have a feeling of wanting to drink water and drink a happy one. Dojima Gien quipped.

Placing the sealed plates in front of the three of them in turn, Lin Feng took a step back slightly and said, "Please taste it, this dish called Spicy Praise." "

Spicy salute?!

With a curious thought, Dojima Silver slowly lifted the lid of the sealed plate under Lin Feng's gaze.

Suddenly, the rich fragrance swept towards the hall as if it had found an outlet, and instantly filled the entire venue.

It smells so good!

Such a thought was born in the minds of everyone present, and the sense of smell was completely paralyzed by the fragrance at this moment.

"It's... Holy Basil!"

In the audience, a silver-haired boy with a ponytail was surprised: "And it's still used in a fresh state!"

In the next second, the silver-haired boy turned around and asked the woman with eyes next to him, and said, "Run, did you give him the spices?"

The woman called Run, blinked, shook her head, and said, "No, he hasn't been to the research club..."

Listening to what the woman said, the silver-haired boy turned his head to look at Lin Feng who was carrying his hands behind him again, with a curious look on his face.

......

Standing on the side, Hisaga Teruki came back to his senses, stared at the dishes on the plate, put away his contemptuous expression, and turned to a solemn face.

His intuition told him that the spicy chicken made by Lin Feng was probably not the traditional spicy chicken, and the fragrance alone could make people indulge in it. But...... The final competition in this assessment is spicy, not fragrant!

On the plate, diced chicken soaked in red juice is piled up, with scattered red peppers slightly protruding, and garnishes such as chives around it.

However, surprisingly unanimous, the three of them did not move their chopsticks, but looked up at Lin Feng.

Roland Chapelle thought for a moment and said, "That smell should be holy basil, right?"

"Yes. Lin Feng nodded and said.

Legend has it that holy basil is a sacred spice in South Asia, and is designated as a 'mystical elixir' in Ayurveda, and a luscious sensation will flow through the body when you smell it.

"What makes me curious is that fresh holy basil is almost not in circulation in Japan, and it is extremely difficult to get your hands on it...", Dojima Gin continued to ask, "How the hell did you get it..."

"It's a secret. "_

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