"Everyone pay attention!"

On the large screen of the venue, the tender white fish slices were stained with some spice particles on the surface.

"Many people treat the particles in the hot pot base as 'spickled pepper', but this is very wrong in the field of cooking."

Dojima explained calmly and carefully picked up a piece with a spoon, "This red, red-brown particle is the strict 'pepper'."

Next is the second and third particles.

"They are 'pickles', 'pickles'..."

Gin Dojima looked at me for a long time and praised him without hesitation: "You used three different kinds of peppers in one pot at the same time. It's amazing. Many students from Yuanyue don't even know how to use unpopular peppers and peppers to cook."

Close-up of the shot moved from the bowl and fish to the face of Sakuki.

Facing the camera, the dead fish eyes are still uninspired.

Jiuwo Shouji said plainly in a tone without any ups and downs: "This is my original three pepper and sesame pot base. I call it...'Three peppers one'!"

Three peppers in one?

It seems to be very powerful, but is it just that?

The audience held their breath and stared at the red oil pan that appeared on the screen. They always felt deep and there were still many secrets in the steaming pan.

In an unknown corner of the venue, an old man wearing a kimono and hairstyle looks like a Japanese version of the Golden Lion King. He stood in the shadows with his arms in his arms. Half of his face was illuminated by the lighting of the venue: "The Yuanyue students don't know that the chefs who have worked outside the school for many years may not all understand the difference between 'pepper', 'pepper', and 'pepper'..."

"Hum pepper, emphasizes husk, has a strong and lasting taste. The locals in Shuchuan call it 'green and pepper'!"

"Pepper is the mildest one with a fresh flavor!"

"As for the peppercorns, it has both erectus and fragrance..."

Nakiri Sensaemon, the general manager of Totsuki Academy, also arrived quietly.

Looking at the deep red oil pan bottom on the picture, Nakiri Sensaemon obviously understood the secret in the pan, and a smile appeared on his face: "Butter..."

At the same time, the judges who tasted fish fillets one after another burst out screams.

"It's the butter pan base!"

There was only a piece of fish fragment left on the chopsticks of Dojima Yin. The pupils were slightly enlarged due to surprise. The fish fillets that had just been imported and had not had time to chew were releasing the flavor of beef.

The butter bottom, which I thought was full of greasy feeling, was left with a fresh whirlwind that bloomed freely.

“That taste…”

Next to him, the graduate Kakuzaki Taki, who also took a bite, had a tremor on his shoulders.

"It's like, a dense, sticky plum rain, suddenly shot a dry and refreshing magic arrow at me. It's too fast and caught people off guard." The off-campus critic's reaction was even more exaggerated. His hands holding chopsticks and bowls suddenly stretched out extremely, as if he was about to embrace the magic of this dish.

"Well!"

The fourth judge suddenly let out a muffled groan, and blue veins appeared on his neck.

"Here you come," Gin Dojima said quietly, sweat was covered with her forehead, "There are numbness and spicy things, and it is beginning to invade the tongue."

So, the judges in the close-up of the camera were in a surprisingly consistent state, and their mouths kept hissing to relieve the irritating smell in their mouths. However, the frequency of picking fish fillets with chopsticks was getting faster and faster, and it was like wind and wind. It was not enough to eat the bowl. There was a second bowl and a third bowl...

In just two or three minutes, a pot of fish fillets was divided up.

Dojima Gin's vision is a little blurred.

Perhaps, sweat was seeping into the eyebrows and eyelashes.

Or, it is the overly stimulating "maru" and "spicy" that give the spirit a wonderful hallucination.

He seemed to hear the turbulent flowing water, the sound of heavy rain, and the howling typhoon in his ears. He looked down at the red oil hot pot still on the charcoal stove. He saw a long shadow vaguely swaying at the bottom of the pot. He glanced at it with beards and horns, and his body surface was full of powerful and beautiful pure black luster.

"roar"

The dull dragon roar.

Dojima Ginzhan smiled: "Haha, it's great. The charm of 'three peppers' is here. It's really integrated into a pot. No matter what characteristics of 'pepper', 'pepper', and 'pepper' were before, now, in this pot, they have condensed into a stream, very good. The numb and spicy and violent aesthetics you created by my classmate now seem to me to be the invincible black dragon power!"

The powerful, invincible black dragon power...

Through the broadcast screen, and listening to the comments in the venue's audio, the audience lost their voices.

Although it cannot be said that every month, the faculty and staff have rich experience in eating halberds, the experience of the people who eat melons must be full of experience when watching the battle. Therefore, they witnessed the scene of the judges eating together and eating the pot of fish and meat quickly, and the shadow of the winner was already engraved in their hearts.

You should know that the defeat of the north of the halberd often makes it difficult for the judge to eat one more bite.

Finished.

And the praises were buzzing.

How can I lose this?

"I don't know what other recipes I would do in addition to 'slip chicken', 'red oil dumplings', and 'stewed water spinach'... "

Nakirina's eyes showed fear, and Iso-seong also tightened her face beside her.

"The situation is clear."

Nido Hisako whispered behind the two: "If it is a food halberd with equal strength, go first and then go, there is no saying of advantages and disadvantages, but if the strength is not equal, let the strong opponent complete it first and submit the dishes to the review seat..."

"Then, the strong dishes will invade the orals of the review first and firmly occupy it..."

The three people in the room automatically added the next sentence in their minds.

The weak, the latter.

There will be no doubt that there will be defeat.

...

On the food halberd platform where lights gather.

After seeing the judges split up the catfish meat slices, the corners of their mouths slightly raised, and they gave a few instructions to the bald men in black standing behind them. So the young generals of the club brought other ingredients one after another.

Tofu, fat beef, mushrooms, meatballs and fresh vegetables.

They are all well-known hot pot ingredients.

"Fish fillets are just appetizers. The bottom of the pepper and sesame pot cannot be wasted. Please take care of whatever you like." After I finished speaking, I saw the judges happily picking up the ingredients on the back, soaking them in the bottom of the pepper and sesame pot, and whispering to the people around me, constantly giving thumbs up.

Seeing this, I was moving slightly:

“5 to 0.”

After the judge finished eating these ingredients, his stomach was full and bloated, and he could still have some interest and appetite for the dishes submitted by the next contestant.

This is my last-defying and killing move!

After a long time, Ji Xin said, he suddenly heard a subtle sound of wheels that were easily overlooked in his ears. He almost reflexively turned around, "It's a food truck!"
Chapter completed!