The beauty collector of halberd

A good chef not only needs to have good cooking skills, but also a gourmet with deep insights into cooking.

In general, Lin Feng's first impression of Dojima Gin is very good.

"but"

Lin Feng's words were obviously not finished, but it was different for Dojima Gin.

But what does this sentence mean?Is there something wrong with my bowl of oyster soup?He tasted it himself several times, and he was very satisfied.

Text 8. You can see the beautiful chef waving at me!

"But" Lin Feng continued.

"On the whole, this bowl of soup is a bit lighter. The seafood flavor of oysters has been replaced by green onions, etc. It should be because the boiling time is a little short. It is not delicious."

"However, I think Mr. Dojima has only tried it a few times."

Chefs are very confident about their own craftsmanship, especially since others say that their cooking is not good enough.

After all, there is something to ask, so Lin Feng's comment is much smoother.

Sure enough, Dojima Gin, whose expression was a little embarrassed, improved a lot in an instant.

Then, I saw him walking back to the kitchen counter, picked up the rice spoon, took a little sip, and closed his eyes to taste.

Long, long time.

Dojima Gin opened his eyes and looked at Lin Feng with a look of approval.

"I only thought of this dish yesterday. You came just when it was being made, so you have the idea to test you."

"Well, I'm very satisfied, but I don't know what is your purpose?"

After taking a sip of the fresh soup in the bowl, Lin Feng wiped the oil stains from his mouth and said, "I want to enter Yuanyue Chaliao Cooking Academy."

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Dojima Gin did not speak, and looked closely at Lin Feng, sixteen or seventeen years old, with a handsome appearance, and his clear eyes showed a firm look. Even if he was begging for help, he still gave people a feeling of neither humble nor arrogant.

After a while, Dojima Gin said, "Although you are recommended by him, if you want to get my recommendation, you have to show your results to speak."

Even if it is recommended by Ichiro Tsaiba, but without good cooking skills, Dojima Gin will not just send a third-rate chef into Totsuki Academy.

"Good." Lin Feng replied.

"Then, the ingredients are on the kitchen counter, you can choose by yourself. There is only one criterion for judging, and that is to make dishes that satisfy me."

Lin Feng's self-confidence is still very appetite for Dojima Silver, and it depends on whether the opponent's craftsmanship passes the test.

In front of the kitchen counter, Lin Feng picked up the dazzling kitchen knife. The weight was just right, not much better than Liu Chu's knife.

Since Dojima Gin was determined to test himself, Lin Feng would not be clumsy. After all, the other party was competent for the chief chef of Yuanyue Resort, and his cooking skills had already reached the pinnacle.

If you don't respond with all your strength, I am afraid it will be difficult to satisfy the opponent.

"Oyster?"

Seeing that Lin Feng took out a few oysters and started cleaning, Dojima Gin was a little surprised, and he had more expectations for the dishes Lin Feng will do next.

After a long time, the door of 1012 was pushed open again, and Lin Feng walked out with a smile on his face.

"Yuanyue Chaliao Cooking Academy, here I am!"

In the room, Dojima Gin was sitting on the sofa, looking at the fresh oyster soup on the table in front of him, and fell into a state of daze.

After a while, Dojima Gin came back to his senses, picked up the oyster soup, took another sip, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

"Yes, what an amazing kid."

"It is also fresh oyster soup, but this bowl retains the seafood flavor to a great extent, but it is not greasy. It is great!"

In the words, it was Dojima Gin's praise to Lin Feng.

The beautiful secretary standing on the side had a shocked look on her pretty face. It was the first time she saw the chief chef have such a gaffe.

Of course, even if Dojima Silver scratched his scalp, he couldn't think of it. The reason why the seafood flavor can be perfectly preserved is entirely because of the hand of God.

"Minako, you go and call the admissions office of Totsuki Academy, and say I want to arrange a transfer student in."

"Ok."

After receiving Dojima Gin's instructions, the beauty secretary got up and went out to finish the matter.

Dojima Gin, sitting on the sofa, closed his eyes and meditated, and Lin Feng's methodical operation standing in front of the kitchen counter emerged in his mind.

Refined swordsman, amazing control, this kid has an extraordinary origin, otherwise there will be no strong recommendation from good friends.

Yuanyue Academy, its full name is Yuanyue Chaliao Cooking Academy.

Surrounded by mountains and magnificent architecture, it is a holy place for chefs all over the world.

This school adopts a three-year system for the middle school and the higher school, and other middle school graduates have the same admission qualifications.

However, the examination for promotion is so difficult that the graduation rate is less than 10% every year.

Of course, those who can stand out from the final battlefield are now among the top chefs.

Whether it’s Dojima Gin or Fortunately, Ichiro Heira, these ten great masters of the past, if they are pulled out, they can all stand alone in the food world.

Now, standing in front of the gate of this famous Japanese academy, Lin Feng is very excited.

Unlike the young masters who are escorted by a family, they want to enter this academy for further studies, and then return home in gilded clothes.

But Lin Feng was different. He was confident to enter the Yuanyue Chaliao Cooking Academy. What he was moved was that looking through the door, he seemed to have seen beautiful chefs in tight uniforms, reaching out to greet him.

Come on, let us hurt each other!

Text 9. Mars hit the earth accidentally.

Stepping into the Yuanyue Academy, a breath of luxury hits his face.

There are luxurious buildings, lush woods, and people on the clean and smooth ground.

"I beg you, it doesn't matter if it's ten million or twenty million, as long as my son can stay."

Lin Feng stopped and turned to look. On the lawn not far away, a bloated man was kneeling on the ground begging with pain.However, the teachers next to him looked indifferent, and did not express anything about the situation. It is commonplace to let the Buddha go.

"The survival of the fittest, the weak and the strong eat, is really an interesting school." Lin Feng sighed.