"Sunset thistle, only one taste is enough!"

Listen to Ruishan’s confident and calm answer.

Roland Chapel nodded in praise: "Very good, you grasp the truth about cooking 'artkes'. Even in many Western countries, many people think that the treatment of 'artkes' is too cumbersome."

"But when it comes to the formal cooking process, the technique becomes simpler in an instant. Even if you cook in the microwave, eating artichokes will not lose its style."

At the end of the conversation, the professor who was in charge of French food classes suddenly asked an attacking question:

"Where do you think the real style of artichoke recipes is?"

"smell!"

Ruishan answered.

"Just hold the 'taste' high, even if the recipe structure is very simple, or there is only a monotonous taste... But such a 'simple' does not affect the formation of my "must-kill" recipe!"

After saying that, he took a look at the old professor who held the fork again and continued to eat artichoke flower core.

Ruishan smiled slightly and stroked his chest with one hand, looking elegant and calm. He thanked the people in the judges' seat:

“Welcome to taste”

At some point, the venue became silent.

Only the judges' seats, chewing sounds, and the forks that lift the hard shells on the inner layer of artichokes, made a slight jingle sound when they collided.

Scan the past at a glance.

Including the "Demon King of Food", they all have a very enjoyable expression.

They ate very slowly, and their forks pierced into their mouths and chewed them repeatedly, and their mouths made a low sucking sound.

and.

Immersed in it, and my facial expression gradually changed from quiet enjoyment to a crazy change.

Cheating! Not enough!

Want to eat it!

So the frequency of the fork stabbed faster and faster, and in the end it was wind and wind that broke the clouds.

"The more I eat, the more I want to eat, it's delicious!"

Dojima Gin held the fork tightly, and the veins were exposed on the back of his hand, and his teeth were aimed at the heart of the artichoke in his mouth. It was the whole bud, the most delicate and delicious area. It chewed and chewed down.

Click!

Something seems like an eggshell, broken.

There was a crack in the field of view.

"Light"

"Holy Light!"

A dazzling golden light penetrated strongly from the cracks spreading across the field of vision.

The darkness in the internal space was driven away, and the light shone on my naked body, warm and inexplicably, a sentence of emotion emerged in my heart

God loves the world.

Praise the Holy Light.

Puchi, the eggshell completely shattered, returned to the original Dojima Gin, and walked out barefoot.

"What a warm flower core!" A surprised voice sounded not far from Gin Dojima. It was the female professor of spice science, Shimizuru. She exclaimed, "The taste, as I chewed slowly, accumulated bit by bit, on the mouth and tongue tips, thus gathering enough strength to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, and seeing the newborn world outside the eggshell?"

"And, layer by layer, completely stripped and clean, everything that covers the body seems redundant."

Shi Jianrun's eyes were moist.

She couldn't help but take a step forward in the direction of the pilgrimage light, full of Chaos Taboo Fruit.

But after a few steps, he kicked someone.

Nakiri Sensaemon, the chief general of the academy, actually lay on the ground, crossing his head, looking calm and leisurely, looking at the chaos and darkness in the sky.

In reality.

From the perspective of the audience in the stands, they saw Ruishan submitting dishes for a few minutes, and the judge ate a plate of "Vegetable Queen" in front of him.

Especially when I saw the big screen above the venue, the judges wrote their faces full of surprises and insights.

The audience burst into a furious fumes,

"Awesome!"

"I ate it all at once, without breathing!"

"Idiot, isn't this what the top ten should do? I haven't heard from the guy in Ruishan just now that the food and halberd answer sheet he presented is a real "kill"!"

"A weak sentence, this is not an ordinary "must-kill", it is a final killing of the successful use of mutated ingredients such as 'Sunset Thistle'!"

It is not difficult for the audience to be furious.

In fact, the lineup of judges is too luxurious, so I chose the chief coach of the school who is in the middle and serves as the big judge. He can immerse him in one go and eat clean dishes and dishes. Any chef will be so honored that he will be on the cover of food news and newspapers from all walks of life the next day, become a famous chef overnight, and become a new force in the Internet celebrity industry.

The review seat, from trying to eat, and after the end, was silent for a full ten minutes.

finally.

Kojiro Shinomiya, who is still specializing in French food, spoke:

"I couldn't imagine that such a mutated artichoke would have a walnut-like fragrance."

"What makes me even more difficult to predict is that the aroma of walnut kernels accumulates to a certain amount on the tip of the tongue. When it is very rich, there is no trace of bitter taste..."

A meal.

Kojiro Shiminomiya simply gave up his comments and threw out a bombshell:

"Your recipe is also very informative to me."

"It just so happens that I'm going to open a Western restaurant that specializes in French cuisine in Tokyo. If you can, how do you share the recipe with me? We signed an agreement and you can ask for a reward, of course, it can also be a recipe."

Hearing this, the audience was shocked.

A famous graduate actually asked for a recipe from a student in school?

However, if you think about it carefully, many people nodded secretly.

Times are different after all.

If you don’t have a good attitude of thirsty for new knowledge, new fields, and actively broaden your horizons, you may have become the abandoned child of the times before the Red and White Song Festival early next year, no longer standing tall on the top of the Special Kitchen Mountain, and have removed the dazzling halo among the many graduates and returned to the ordinary.

Suddenly, there was a loud applause.

Another French cuisine authoritative, Roland Chapelle said: "This is a typical recipe for mutated vegetable ingredients to condition and is qualified to be included in the new textbook of Yuanyue."

So on the screen, the audience was surprised to find that the "smiling chef" actually had a clear smile on his face.

Knock!

In the guest seat, Erina Nakiri's mood suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley, her face looked ugly.

The other ten heroes here look at each other.

"This guy Ruishan!"

Xiaolin Gendan grinded his tiger teeth, squeezed his fist and let go, and said unwillingly: "He actually walked in front of all of us, used the mutated ingredients to create an article "Kill"!"

Another silent silence.

After a moment, I met Chief Si Yingshi and said:

"Ruishan's performance is indeed beyond everyone's expectations."

"But, what I want to correct is that Ruishan is not the first among Yuanyue students to take the road. Have you forgotten that the emergency make-up exam last week..."

“The kind of dish called ‘Old-Flavored Beef Leg Stewed’…”

Erina Nakiri, who had originally had a gloomy face, was shocked when she heard this.
Chapter completed!