Truth is everywhere within range

Looking at the pile of squirming indescribable food in the pot, Ii Shoji hesitated for a long time before picking up his chopsticks.

If you choose to be a judge, you have to eat even dark dishes.

"Is this udon?"

He stretched out his chopsticks toward the black soup and picked up a long, ink-colored object that was squirming inside. Ii Shoji put it in the bowl and poked it.

The squirming became more intense.

Closing his eyes, Ii Masaharu ate the long object in one gulp.

Even in the mouth, the thing was still squirming.

However, the moment his teeth opened, Ii Shoji suddenly opened his eyes.

Chew chew chew.

"Wait, what's going on with this taste?"

"It's obviously a face, but it's not a face?"

Picking up another one, this time Ii Masaharu only bit off a section and looked at the cross section carefully.

"This is using crab meat paste as the main body, and adding a shredded squid in the middle, so that the noodles have the delicious taste of crab meat and the toughness of the shredded squid!"

"The reason why it keeps squirming is because the squid shreds curl up after being heated!"

"Is this the secret that keeps shredded squid so vibrant?"

Ii Masaharu looked at Tsuchimikado Kiyomei.

"Yes, it's spiritual power. I added spiritual power to the food!"

Using spiritual power to keep the ingredients fresh, this whole hot pot still maintains a delicious taste like sashimi even after it has been tumbling in the boiling soup for so long.

The black soup is due to the addition of squid ink.

"tasty!"

Kazuya Sakamoto took a bite and his eyes widened.

“Is this contrast between appearance and actual taste a manifestation of the harmony of yin and yang?”

"No, this is just personal bad taste."

Tsuchimikado Kiyomei returned to his seat and continued to drink Coke and eat potato chips.

After cleaning up, Xingchuan Yuyan served his food.

"Um?"

On the white plate, although small cubes such as purple potatoes, bananas, and yams are placed in the syrup in an orderly manner, there is no distinguishing feature.

"Contestant Hoshikawa, what is this?"

Sakamoto Kazuya asked.

"Please wait a moment, both of you."

After Xingchuan Yuyan put the plate on the table, he picked up a pair of chopsticks and put them on the plate like a flower.

The next moment, his hand shook slightly, and then he raised his chopsticks.

brush--

The unsolidified syrup surged up like a fountain, and was pulled out into a wave-like shape by the chopsticks. At the same time, small purple, yellow, and white squares flew up along with the syrup.

Almost at the same time, the syrup solidified immediately after being stirred, and just hung in mid-air.

forming a galaxy.

The Milky Way is dotted with purple sweet potatoes, bananas and yams.

"The recipe of this dish originated from China, and the name also comes from a Chinese poem. It is suspected that the Milky Way falls in the sky. Please taste it."

Xingchuan Yuyan silently returned to his position.

Ii Shoji picked up a piece of yam with his chopsticks.

I saw that the yam was still stained with syrup, and a long filament stretched out, like the tail flame of a meteor.

When you put it in your mouth, the sweet syrup coats the special-tasting yam, which is a completely different experience from the food you have eaten before.

"This is an impact like a meteor hitting the earth. Through a special combination of simple ingredients, it eliminates the shortcomings of the two and combines the advantages of the two. Even though it is just a dessert, it makes people unable to stop at all!"

Ii Masaharu took one bite after another without any intention of stopping his chopsticks.

After all, it’s another stomach that holds sweets.

After the two of them had finished almost all of Xingchuan Yuyan's dishes, Qiao Qiao brought his own dishes.

"?"

Ii Masaharu looked at what Qiao Qiao brought and instinctively wanted to avoid it.

It was something that looked like a bomb.

"What is this, Qiao San?"

Sakamoto Kazuya had already stood up.

"Qiao Sang's cooking style is very unique."

Ii Shoji picked up a fan to block his expression.

"This is a bomb."

"!"

Ii Masaharu disappeared.

To be precise, he hid to the side of the rostrum for an instant and carefully stared at the thing on the table.

For a moment, everyone in the audience fell silent, and you could hear the drop of a pin.

"This is a joke, haha. No matter what, it's impossible to use bombs to make food."

Kazuya Sakamoto tried to lighten the atmosphere.

"Sakamoto-san, I suggest you find cover."

Qiao Qiao was already hiding behind the table.

"What?"

Kazuya Sakamoto only saw a remote control switch in Qiao Qiao's hand.

Press gently.

Bang——

The bomb on the plate actually exploded.

In the sky, a sparkling firework appeared.

The shapes of the fireworks, both black and white, actually formed the shape of a naive panda.

Among the fireworks, a metal object fell, and it turned out to be another bomb.

I saw the metal bomb falling down, triggering the fuse, and the whole thing cracked.

Snapped--

The bomb split in two.

"Um?"

Ii Masaharu smelled a scent.

This is a fragrance that is different from any previous dish, stimulating the nose, tongue, and all organs that can detect taste.

After swallowing, Ii Masaharu stuck his head out.

On the plate, it was indeed a nice bomb split into two halves.

But the bomb only had an empty shell, and now it turned into a container, holding food.

There are black and white tofu stained with red, and the minced meat exudes a spicy and exciting aroma.

Although there is no trace of ginger and garlic, their presence can be clearly felt in the fragrance.

"Ah, I forgot one."

Qiao Qiao said, taking out a bullet from his backpack.

Injecting spiritual power, green shoots grew on the bullet.

"?"

Question marks appeared over the heads of the students who were watching.

The shoots kept growing and soon turned into green onions.

Qiao Qiao cut it off and neatly turned it into chopped green onions, then sprinkled it into the mapo tofu that was served as a container.

Kazuya Sakamoto and Masaharu Ii have already sat back down.

"Please use."

Qiao Qiao filled two more bowls of rice and put them on the table.

Ii Shoji took a spoonful of Mapo tofu and put it in front of his eyes.

The red soup is wrapped in two colors of tofu, as well as dark minced beef and green onions.

The moment it was put into his mouth, Ii Masaharu felt a volcano erupting.

The spicy taste that far exceeded his tolerance limit instantly made Ii Masaharu's brain tremble.

His consciousness was completely blank, and he had forgotten who he was, where he came from, and where he was going.

Even Ii Masaharu couldn't tell what was in his mouth.

Boom——

Ii Masaharu fell on the table.

In the mouth, a white thing gradually emerged.

"Jing Yisang, Jing Yisang, you can't come out yet, go back, go back."

Sakamoto Kazuya hurriedly stuffed the thing back, and Ii Shoji took a sharp breath and regained consciousness.

"This Mapo Tofu."

"Yes, this is the Great Magic Panda Hell Mapo Tofu, the ultimate dish that allows people to see the scenery of hell."

Qiao Qiao thought of the commentary he had seen in the animation and explained.