Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

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"what--"

Swallowing the turkey in his mouth, the general manager Yuan Yue, who is in a burst of clothes, is full of mist.

Yuanyue's teachers and students looked silly.

Except for Nagiri Senzaemon who was still sitting in the seat, the other four judges, Dojima Gin, Masato Kamihara, Sota Aoki, and Ryoko Rina, all spontaneously left their seats, held hands in front of the table, and circled. A flying attitude.

cough.

Nagiri Senzaemon coughed heavily, and the four judges woke up, you look at me, I look at you.

Ryoko Rina's cheeks were red, and she forced her coldly to pull her hands away and returned to her position to sit down, but the heart in her chest was still beating, telling her how incredible the food fantasy she had just experienced was .

Masato Kamahara also returned and sat down, quite embarrassed.

Dojima Gin and Aoki Sect were indifferent.

"How do I feel that the collocation structure of eight kinds of spices and another flavor has a familiar feeling?" Dojima Gin murmured while supporting his chin.

Qing Mu Zong Tai touched his faintly sweaty bald head, and stared at Xia Yu firmly. The look of appreciation seemed to be looking at a treasure handed down, "You make me unbelievable..."

After talking a few times in disbelief, Qing Mu Zong Tai's voice trembled and asked: "What is the name of this dish?"

"The main cooking technique is called Huaji, but it is also a non-traditional Huaji. I gave it a nearly perfect combination of spices, and then a nearly perfect heat." Xia Yu thoughtfully, simply spread his hands, "As for The name, I didn't think of it!"

"The ninet of spices--"

"The heat of walking on the extreme--"

Nagiri Senzaemon suddenly interjected, "Well, let's call it'Ku Ling Huo Feng'!"

Nine Ling Fire Phoenix?

When thinking of swallowing food, the phoenix that he saw bathed in sacred flames, Dojima Gin, Ryoko Rina and other four judges nodded in agreement.

"This name is good!" Qing Muzong gave a thumbs up too.

"Nine of spices!"

With a cry of Gin Dojima, he finally knew what was going on with the familiar feeling of the spice structure. He stared at Xia Yu, dumbfounding.

"You, did you learn this spice-matching technique from my'Spice Ninet Egyptian Roast Chicken'?" Dojima Gin sighed, "No wonder, I said there are nine pyramids, trying to open up my taste. Treasure house!"

"Hey! What a pity!" Dojima Gin followed with a low smile.

"Yes, what a pity!"

Sect Aoki took the call.

"Both tastes are so different!" Ryoko Lina said, her eyelids drooped slightly, her long eyelashes flicked, obviously her emotions were still very exciting.She forcefully said in a cold voice, "The smell of flame is worse, and the flavor of spice ninet is also worse!"

Yuanyue students heard it in a cloud of mist.

Is this a belittle or a compliment?

The slightly more advanced tutors, professors, and Yuanyue Shijie, including Si Yingshi standing next to them, all had a dull expression.

"Two flavors of walking on the ultimate road!"

Masato Kamahara could hardly conceal his amazement, "These two flavors are separated from each other, and alone can form a dish of super quality. Now, they are perfectly integrated in the'Nine Ling Fire Phoenix', with a pseudo-extreme flame flavor. It is the ninth chapter of the Spice Nine, you use flames to reinterpret this combination of spices... it is simply fantastical!"

"Moreover, you actually succeeded!"

"The native chicken was reborn in the temper of spices and flames, soared for nine days, took off all the mortal coats, and became... a phoenix and a phoenix!"

After speaking with a trembling voice, Masato Kamahara no longer spoke, but holding his chopsticks, he tried the second piece of chicken.

When Dojima Gin and Aoki Sect saw this, they all walked back quickly, sat on their chairs, and took down their chopsticks again.

Like enjoying the delicacies of mountains and seas,

The auditorium was quiet for a few more minutes, and the hostess Reika Kawashima stammered: "Please, please ask the judges to rate!"

But no one spoke.

Upon seeing this, Kawashima Rei had a black line on her face, "Please rate!"

"Unable to rate!"

Dojima Gin said suddenly, "We can’t rate the'Nine Ling Huofeng' according to student standards, and it’s not enough at teacher level, but according to the special standard, this dish barely has the quality of one extra star. !"

Kawashima Rei was silly, "Super one-star?"

"Yes!" Dojima Gin was entangled. "If there is a single kind of pseudo-extreme taste, it is a pseudo-superior cuisine, but ah,'Nine Ling Fire Phoenix' contains two kinds of pseudo-extreme taste, and it is a perfect fusion..."

With that said, Dojima Gin could only turn to Masato Kamahara.

"Minister Kambara, based on the igo organization's evaluation standards for special-grade cuisine, do you think that'Nine Linghuofeng' has the quality of special-grade one-star?" He asked condensedly.

Masato Kanbara shook his head first, then nodded.

"A super chef, even if he has a recipe, can't cook such a special dish with a personal impression."

"However, if it is said that it has reached the special grade one, it is still a little short." Masato Kanbara is also very entangled. "The ultimate flame, the ninet of spices, when they all reach the top, the'Nine Linghuofeng' is the special grade two. Super three-star, even super must-kill dishes!"

"But it's still gestating, it can't be scored!"

Masato Kamahara sighed.

"Unable to rate!"

Zongta Aoki and Ryoko Lina looked at each other.

"The five judges... none of them scored!"

The Yuanyue Hall was silent, and no one thought it was the result.

But no one dared to question the jury headed by Nagiri Senzaemon.

"Did you win or lose?!"

"Idiot, didn't you hear it? I can't rate it! That guy's level is far beyond the student level, even most of our tutors in Yuanyue are not as good as him!"

"What? He didn't score, it was Master Si Ying who won!"

The auditorium was suddenly noisy, and Yuanyue students actually split into two factions. One faction was captured by Xia Yu's craftsmanship and cooking, and the other was the staunch Far Moon Party, which supported Si Yingshi.

Seeing the chaos, a group of people in Jixingliao were speechless.

"Amazing!"

Xing Ping Chuang really clenched his fists excitedly and kept his eyes on Xia Yu, acting as if he was the subject of Yuan Yue's teachers and students, full of longing.

The ten outstanding people gathered in the corner of the stadium, all of them looked no better than ordinary students.

Isshihui's face was solemn, and her eyes were incredulous.

On the other hand, Erina Nagiri folded her arms, stood in front of the railing, staring at Xia Yu's back, but he was relieved by the result.

There is no winning or losing.

Because Xia Yu did not score.

But, in fact, everyone in Yuanyue knew very well that it was them who lost.

The theory of a tie is just a forced cover.(To be continued.)