Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

clang!

The end bell rang!

The first examiner, carrying the cooking work, stepped out of the channel.

He was greeted by cheers from the audience.

The guest seats were applauded.

"Wow!"

"What is Chef Nakajima's cooking? Wait and see!"

Chiyo Aichi watched the downcast middle-aged man all the way to the review stage.

Nakajima Kiyoshi's cooking plate was covered with a lid to completely isolate the smell. Chiyo Aichi showed a trace of regret and looked up at the passage.

"Chef Kamijou!"

Kamijou Mami also came out.

She was quite popular, and the cheers became louder.

Similarly, Kamijou Mami also used a special airtight food container.

It is worth mentioning that 30 minutes before the end of the assessment, the live broadcast screen was transferred to the hall, cutting off the signal to the kitchen.This is also a little trick used by the igo organization to appetite, so that the final dishes presented by the examiners are full of mystery.

"Next, Chef Kawase—"

Chiyo Aichi said that the hall quieted down instead.

Because, in the direction of the passage, two figures, one old and one young, gradually walked out.

The sound of the cart rumbling on the floor sounded dull.

Everyone was stunned.

Xia Yu even carried the clay pot directly on the hand trolley. The caster was still very slippery. He easily pushed the heavy clay pot under the review stage, and then smiled at Chef Kawase.

"please--"

"please--"

Chef Kawase's standard ninety-degree bow, even in the face of young chefs much younger than him, still appears meticulous, with the serious temperament of a neon local craftsman.

The four examiners stood in a row spontaneously under the examination stage.

Xia Yu held the cart, at the very edge.

Who will go first?

There is no script and no rehearsal for the process. No. 1 to No. 6, the igo agency did not require the order to come. Didn’t the previous Kitano show on No. 4 jump in the queue.The special assessment, in a sense, is very open outside the rules of cooking.

"call--"

"I'll come first this time! I always feel uncomfortable at the back of the palace every time!" Xia Yu thought to himself, just trying hard on his hands, and just now he was about to push the car closer so that he could carry the clay pot on stage. Suddenly, there was thunderous applause.

what!

The special one was preempted again!

There is a sense of boredom of being robbed of headlines.

Hearing the applause, Xia Yu immediately lost his strength and glanced at it. Sure enough, chef No. 6 Kawase, who was standing next to him, had already stepped up, carrying a casserole on a wooden lacquered tray, and walking steadily.

"What kind of dishes does Chef Kawase do?" Xia Yu bowed her head slightly, thinking.

With such a large venue with tens of thousands of people seated, he did not notice the strange gaze from the guest seats. The eyes of the Yuanyue student team and the teacher team were also not right. Tian Suohui and Yoshino Yuuhime covered their mouths in unison, as if almost Shout out.

"how?"

However, Masato Kamahara cast a deep glance on stage, but Xia Yu caught him.

He frowned secretly, Masato Kanbara must have a story in his eyes.

The feeling of being kept in the dark is very uncomfortable.

"This is my cooking—"

No matter what Xia Yu thinks, the focus of the scene is not on him at this time. The camera is locked on Chef Kawase, who has put the tray and casserole on the review table.

With that said, Chef Kawase opened the lid neatly!

Wow!

A unique fragrance of rice porridge swept the audience in an instant!

"Not bad!"

The eyes of Hiroshi Akiyama and Masato Kanbara lit up, and the gluttons in their stomachs protested before eating.

In the casserole, there is a bowl of oily light porridge.

The small red-boiled trash fish were placed in the shape of a chrysanthemum on the congee noodles, sprinkled with emerald green onions, and the audience faintly saw the trash fish playing in the clear blue water.

Composition!

On the big screen, multiple angles gave this bowl of casserole a close-up.

Let’s talk about miscellaneous fish and chopped green onions. This definitely forms an exquisite hand drawing. The bottom of the porridge is a light white canvas, while miscellaneous fish and chopped green onions are the things in the painting!

Master-level composition art!

Many viewers were obsessed, and they naturally showed religious expressions before eating.

"It really is a craftsman..."

Xia Yu looked up at the close-up on the screen, and couldn't help feeling about it.

Temperament is really accurate sometimes. Chef Kawase feels like a neon craftsman.

Facing a bowl of light porridge, there is nothing to comment on.

Except for "Best Rice", other ingredients are simple and common.

The three examiners took a spoon and tried it.

The first spoon!

The second spoon!

In the tense atmosphere of the needle drop, the three examiners ate two spoonfuls in a row. At least compared to the one spoonful of Xiu Kitano, it was already a big success!

Hiroshi Akiyama and Masato Kamahara continued to eat the third spoonful.

But Indira had already put down the spoon, picked up the napkin on the table, wiped his mouth, and looked cold.

Chef Kawase brows, but he is not too nervous.

After eating the third spoonful, Hiroshi Akiyama and Masato Kamahara were silent for a long time and said one after another:

"It's OK!"

"So..." Chiyo Aichi looked at Kawase at the review table, and then at the three examiners who had a cold response.

The atmosphere turned from quiet to dead.

"You can go to the rest area." Indira said indifferently.

Chef Kawase's pupils shrank, and then he stared at Hiroshi Akiyama and Masato Kahara.

The two examiners did not speak.

The scene froze.

"Director Kambara." Chiyo Aichi pursed his lips, and took the initiative to pass the microphone. "Can you tell me the reason why Chef Kawase did not meet the standard?"

"The craftsmanship is too heavy!"

"Moreover, he didn't surrender the "Elysium"!"Masato Kamahara didn't want to say more, just shook his head vigorously.

"Chef Na Kawase, what do you think of the examiner..."

Chiyo Aichi then faced Chef Kawase. Unexpectedly, this examiner was already holding a heavy step. Unlike his previous stability on the stage, his footsteps would be vain, and his rickety back gave a sense of desolation.

"Eh, Chef Kawase!"

Xia Yu happened to line up next to the steps and quickly stepped forward to support him.

"Failed, can't you do it again?" Xia Yu said amusedly.

"Again?"

Kawase raised his head to stare at the young face that was close at hand, and raised his hair twice with a bleak smile, "I'm fifty-five years old, how long can I wait?"

"Mr. Hase is also in his 50s!" Xia Yu puzzled.

Kawase just shook his head and left.

The audience in the hall did not have time to mourn for the first loser and to brew their emotions. Kiyoshi Nakajima was already carrying his food and taking the stage!

"My food!!"

His low voice resounded through the hall.

"Ooh oh oh oh oh oh~"

Chiyo Aichi could only shout desperately to rescue the atmosphere that fell to the bottom in time.

The audience awakened like a dream, offering a thunderous cheer.

In fact, what the audience is more willing to see is that the winner leaves with glory, and tears with excitement at the moment of knowing that he is qualified, rather than smiling with desolation and sadness like Kawase.

Even if Kiyoshi Nakajima is a famous loser in the neon food world, the audience is not stingy with cheers and applause!

Wow!

His face flushed with flushing, Nakajima Kiyoshi could no longer stabilize, his palm trembling slightly, he suddenly lifted the cooking lid!