Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

"wrong!"

A passionate and passionate melody suddenly echoed in my ears.

In an instant, it seems to be back to the birthplace of opera, that is a world art capital, that is the city of central Italy, Florence!

The eyes are like windows, reflecting the gallery, the cathedral, and Giotto's bell tower.

As he chewed, Takumi's spirit became more tranced.

He walked on the ancient galleries of the Uffizi Palace. The walls were lined with Renaissance art works, so gorgeous and beautiful.

This is the Florence he knows well, his hometown!

"Tacomi, Tacomi..."

The faint calling sound pulled him back.

Takumi put his hands on the table, and the lecturer on the opposite side was smiling, "How about it, Takumi, what have you tasted? Even if it is exactly the same dish, there are good and bad points, right?"

"Cooking skills can be imitated, and recipes can be from the same place."

"But only here—"

The lecturer points to the heart position.

"Tell me, Takmi, why did you leave your hometown to study in Neon?"

A heart-warming question.

For what?!

Takumi was stunned, yes, why, why did he go to Neon, to Yuanyue!

"I, I want to be stronger and cook better and perfect dishes!"

"Then, is it just that?"

"Then, give it to my guest and get the highest compliment from the guest!" Tacmi said in a breath.

Snapped!

He snapped his fingers.

"That's right, Takumi, your source of motivation is to serve the guests and make them happy." The young lecturer said, "The cooking that brings people happiness is the real cooking. Remember this, Takumi, a cuisine that can convey happiness, will never lose!"

"Come on!"

Leave the kitchen to the students, and the lecturer floats away.

...

What makes people happy?

What is happiness?

Satisfaction of appetite...or something else?

Regaining his senses from the trance again, the cries of the venue poured into his ears, and Takumi shook his head.

"clang--"

"Game start!"

It just so happened that the host Rei Kawashima's shout resounded through the venue.

Takumi glanced at Mizuo Subaru.

really!

He was awe-inspiring, and the ingredients prepared by the other side's kitchen were exactly the same as him!

Even the lemon peach that the lecturer provided him, the other party actually has it!

In terms of ingredients, a completely fair showdown!

I couldn't help but cast a glimpse at the review bench. The juvenile chief judge in the center, with his hands folded on the stage, looked here with piercing eyes.

"Lecturer, I will prove it!"

Takumi touched the position of his heart, and started the cooking process in a hurry.

Dessert making is nothing more than those few processes.

First put the almonds and hazelnuts in the oven to heat, this is to roast the aroma.

Next, make the batter!

There was an exclamation.

Takumi gave a glimpse of Mizuo Subaru.

The tall and burly, wide and thick palm of Meizuo Subaru, but the skill of making desserts is so delicate that many people seem to see a girl who is embroidering.Feeling of chills.

"This guy……"

Tacmi was calm.

Even if Misaku Subaru was a step ahead of him and improved the process, he remained unmoved and was completely immersed in his cooking world.

"What happened to Takumi?"

"Oops, Misaku Subaru actually used limoncello, but he did not expect that he used limoncello instead of lime and almond wine. This wine originated in Italy and is made with lemon!"

At Jixingliao, everyone secretly squeezed sweat.

"What's wrong, Takumi, have you given up?" On the stage, Misaku Subaru looked back at the back of the Italian boy, surprised at his calmness, as if something went wrong.

However, it doesn't matter, the outcome is in your hands!

Misaku Subaru smiled triumphantly: "Tacomi, it's so easy to deal with a particularly upright guy like you. On the surface, you are wise and calm, but in fact, you are full of enthusiasm for your hometown. A chef’s mind, too It will be reflected in his dishes."

"Your personality has been penetrated by me!"

"Give up!"

Turning his back to Mizuo Subaru, Takumi remained motionless.

quickly.

One hour passed.

When the cake was baked, the two of them unanimously served the same plate, holding a sharp kitchen knife, cored a peach-shaped fruit, cut it into thin slices, and placed it on the surface of the baked cake.

"finished!"

Misaku Subaru confidently served the dishes, and Xia Yu, Dojima Gin, Indira, Tamagawa Ayaka, and Masato Kamahara were all given a plate of snow cakes.

"Evolutionary version, snow cake!" Misaku Subaru condescendingly overlooks the judging seat.

This guy seemed to treat the judges as prey.

A brave fool with a crazy personality.

Tamagawa Ayaka commented in her heart, her eyes cold.

"I don't like it!" she said coldly, "I don't like your dishes, let alone you, zero points!"

The venue was in an uproar.

"Well, that, Miss Tamagawa, because it is a halberd, everything is done according to the rules of halberd, and the scoring system has become a voting system." Next, the hostess Rei Kawashima cautiously reminded.

"what?!"

Misaku Subaru was in a daze. He didn't expect the judges to be so capricious, and they would give him a sap.

His tall and burly body shook, suppressing anger.

"Taste it, and you will know the secret of my dishes!" He said in a deep voice.

"Humph!"

Tamagawa Ayaka does not intend to give face.

"Ahem!"

Xia Yu couldn't see it and stared at it.

The review is so unprofessional, and he brought the people to the review seat. How many people are watching? Isn't it the negligence of his instructor and chief reviewer?

This little action fell in the eyes of Dojima Gin and Masato Kanbara, and the two could only smile helplessly at each other.

Only Xia Yu dared to stare at Princess Yuchuan like this.

"Taste it together!"

Xia Yu brought the rhythm back and picked up the silver spoon.

Ok?

The judges returned their attention to desserts. Indira frowned first, pointing to the thin fruit skin on the surface of the cake, not sure: "This is a lemon peach?"

"Yes, I can only use the ingredients provided by Lecturer Xia to this level." Misaku Subaru replied.

A single piece of fruit on the dessert, is it just decoration?

The audience at the far end was puzzled.

But Rei Kawashima, who quietly swallowed near the judging table, has already explained the excellent dishes.

The judges shook hands.

The camera was given, but on the screen, the five judges were all expressionless.

Then, after tasting a spoonful, the judges put down the tableware together.

Huh!Huh!

Misaku Subaru took two steps back, "Why?!"

"Very stereotypical dessert, boring." Tamagawa Ayaka wipes her mouth with a white napkin. She is a dessert master herself. Qi Sehai is already well-known for her "must kill" recipe. Therefore, her evaluation can be said to influence this food The victory of the halberd.

Blue veins appear on the forehead.

She was completely irritated by Tamagawa Ayaka's faint, disdainful expression on her lips.

Mei Zuoang whispered: "What's the joke, the so-called halberd, shouldn't you decide whose dishes are better? I don't need other comments, as long as it's'good' or'bad'!"

"Besides, don't expect anymore, Aldini, that guy, has lost the courage to serve the dishes, hurry up and declare my victory!"

Da da da……

Before the words fell, the rapid approaching footsteps made Misaku Subaru turn around in surprise.

"you……"

"No matter what happens, I will serve the dishes to the waiting guests!"

Tacmi Aldini said face-to-face, crossing Misaku Subaru and putting a plate of snacks on the judging table.

This time, without the students' greeting, Xia Yu led the judges to take the spoon again.

"Well!"