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In the afternoon, Hema and Hanoi stayed at the World Culinary Research Associationand started the practice of fried noodles.

"First, practice a hundred times with the pot, let's make ten sets!"

"Next is the practice of cutting vegetables..."

"Next is to control the heat..."

"Then the mastery of seasoning..."

"Following cooking practice..."

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Under Sunro's [dark] ancestral hell-style training, the two painfully and happily improved their fried noodle skills.

At night, the two tired dogs slept in the department of the [World Culinary Research Society] directly with the sleeping bags prepared by Ken Matsushiro.

In the early morning of the second day, Hanoi, who was about to compete, got up early and practiced for a while. When Sen Luo came to the department during school time, Hanoi brought a plate of steaming fried noodles to Sen Luo.

"Sen Luosang! Please comment."

"Ah, Brother Osaka is very hardworking."

While talking, Sen Luo took out his chopsticks and tasted the fried noodles in Hanoi, and then nodded affirmatively: "Well, yes, it has reached the level of entering ordinary restaurants."

Affirmed by Sen Luo, Hanoi beamed with a smile: "Thank you Sen Luosang. In this way, I only need to work hard and add my own characteristics to make this fried noodle my own thing."

Sen Luo was taken aback: "Huh? Your opponent is unknown. As long as you can do what I teach during the game, no matter what features are added, winning the game shouldn't be a problem."

Hanoi shook his head: "That's not okay. The store manager once told me that the lion fights the rabbit with all their strength. If you have reservations during the game, you will lose out in the gutter. Don't worry, I already have an idea. I will definitely return in triumph."

After speaking, Hanoi packed up his things and rushed out of the room.

In fact, Sun Luo wanted to say that even if you did other work, you might not be able to surpass my recipe, but after all, it was his own game. Sun Luo didn't say much, just watched Hanoi leave.

As the sun sets, Hanoi happily returned to the [World Culinary Research Association] with a bag of white bread left over from the competition.

Before entering the door, I heard his unique Kansai accent: "Hema, I'm back in victory!"

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Hema collapsed to the ground in gray and white as if burnt out.

Hanoi hurriedly rushed over, threw the bread in his hand on the cooking table, and raised his horse and shouted: "Kuma, Kuma, you are going to wake up, you will be playing tomorrow, you have to hold on. , Didn’t we make an appointment to meet in the finals?"

Ma dying and said: "Hanoi, what should I do? Sen Lobsang said that even if I train again, my fried noodle skills will not improve in a short time. If you want to win the game, you must have some tricks. But no good ideas came to my mind anyway."

Seeing Hanoi’s tears streaming down his face, Sen Luo on one side couldn’t help but laughed out: “Hehe, Brother Osaka, don’t be so exaggerated. He’s fine, just because he can’t come up with any innovative ideas, he uses his brain. It's just too much. As for the skill of fried noodles, he can already cook them decently."

Hanoi wiped away his tears: "Really...really?"

"Ok."

Hanoi jumped up from the ground all of a sudden: "Great, so you can win with the horse! His opponent, the guy named , is in the end a European and American. Maybe the bread-making skills are first-rate, but fried noodles should be good. It's a layman. And he lives in Nagoya, and there are no local characteristics related to fried noodles."

Hearing Hanoi’s words, Sen Luo didn’t feel much about it, but a member of the staff suddenly came over and said, “Um, this gentleman, I’m sorry to bother you. May I ask that the full name of the shackle you mentioned is S·H. · Huo Guang... Spencer Henry Huo Guang?"

Hanoi recalled it and nodded: "It seems to be the name, why? Is that guy famous? You even know him?"

"Yes, my hometown opened a hotel in Nagoya. The Pantagiya Nagoya branch where Spencer Henry Hawke is located is very famous with us."

With that said, the member took out a food guide from the WGO release site last year, then opened it and handed it to Hanoi: "Please look at this."

Sen Luo also leaned over curiously, only to see a big picture of S.H. Huo Guang on the page that the staff opened, and behind him was the Pantagiya branch in Nagoya.

In the following introduction, it is written that the special thick chicken yakisoba bread made from Nagoya's specialty special sauce and Nagoya Cochin chicken, one of the three major local chickens in R Ben, has made the Pantagiya Nagoya branch a long queue for days. Constantly, the popularity has risen to the limit, and won a one-star praise in the WGO bread department.

Seeing this, Sen Luo frowned: "WGO's one-star praise, this is a bit difficult to handle."

Hanoi asked strangely: "What's the matter, Sen Lobsang, isn't it just a star? Is it worth your caution?"

"WGO, the full name of WorldGourmetOrganization, is an organization that gives the highest level of three-star food evaluation to the deliciousness of all restaurants in the world. The organization will publish the results of each year in the form of books, so that all chefs will be in awe. One star, but to stand out in so many restaurants around the world, it is also difficult to reach the sky. This S. H. Huo Guang has only one type of fried noodle bread, so his fried noodle bread must not be simple ."

Hanoi was surprised when he heard Seng Luo's explanation: "Why... how could this happen? Can he win with Ma?"

Senro sighed: "If you look at the current situation, it would be difficult to win without any special effort. The special thick sauce of Nagoya, the full name is JAS extra thick soy sauce chicken sauce. As the name suggests, it is a thick sauce that concentrates the deliciousness of chicken. Because of its delicious and rich taste, it is overwhelmingly popular in the three prefectures of the East China Sea. Although everyone’s taste is different in terms of fried noodles, there will be some I like the light taste, but it’s a different matter if I switch to fried noodle bread."

Hanoi puzzled: "Why is it another matter?"

"You have a certain cooking foundation, so you should know it. The food used in the bread will taste heavier than ordinary dishes anyway, whether it's a hamburger or a hot dog. Of course, fried noodles and bread are the same, otherwise it will lose to the taste of bread, which will destroy the overall balance."

Hanoi suddenly realized: "That's too much, you are too right, that S. H. Huo Guang seems to be not only a baker, but also a chef with a considerable level of skill. In this way, he just learned to stir-fry noodles. Isn’t it a loss for Ma’s and Ma. Sen Luosang, don’t we have any sauce to fight him?"

"Emmmm, it's not uncommon, but can you come up with a good idea?"

"Don't worry, I have already figured out how to do it with Ma on the way back, and I will ask you for the materials, Sen Luosang."

As he said, Hanoi's face suddenly changed, he pulled Hema from the ground, and then patted the white bread he brought back on his face, and said viciously: "Hema, cheer up, I know He and Ma are not so useless."

He shouted weakly with Ma: "But Hanoi, I just have no inspiration."

"Cut, I still make a sound like a mourning dog, cheer me up."

While talking, Hanoi pressed the white bread patted on Hema's face and crushed it hard.

Hema struggled and said: "It hurts, what are you doing, Hanoi, the white bread is squashed by you, let go, it hurts."

Hanoi didn't let go, but increased his strength: "Have you noticed yet? With a pig brain like you, it's better to be slapped like bread."

At this moment, Hema's brain flashed when he heard Hanoi's words, and he pushed Hanoi away to stand up, holding the white bread that had been smashed in his hand, and shouted, "Yes! A guy like you." You should be squashed! I will squash you completely."

In the direction he yelled, Sen Luo was standing there.

Senluo raised his brows: "Oh? After a day of practice, I've gotten fatter, right kid?"

"||●Dead Mi Shusan, Sen Luosang, I was so overwhelmed, please forgive me for my fault."

Sen Luo waved his hand: "Well, just understand. There is only so much I can help you. The rest is up to you. But it seems that you already have your own ideas. Go ahead with your idea."

He Ma yelled, and came to Hanoi happily to start the trial-making of fried noodles and bread.