Naruto Big Foodie

Chapter 1221

Chapter 1221

Noticing Yang Ming's curious gaze, Murata Ichiro couldn't help but sneered: "It really is a commoner! What a waste of such high-end cuisine..."

"What did you say?"

Yang Ming immediately became angry, and Yuanyue's students also had bad eyes.

"Forget it." Yang Ming waved his hand generously, "This is probably the last time he will eat the halberd, so please forgive him."

Hearing this sentence, the monks of Hantan Temple were furious.

Isn't this saying that Ichiro Murata is doomed?

Too embarrassing!

The abbot of Hantan Temple is also one of the judges. He chuckled and changed the topic: "Let's taste the food first."

Mr. Fu Disheng nodded.

"When eating sashimi, please serve it with this special sauce." Ichiro Murata brought up a small plate of special sauce.

The three judges nodded.

Then taste it.

Mr. Fukuchi first tasted the rice. There was only one bite of rice, but it was very sweet and chewy, and the miso soup was also mellow.

Next is sashimi.

He dipped a little special sauce and put it in his mouth.

The fish meat is extremely tender, and with the sweet plum sauce, it brings an unprecedented refreshing feeling, and the fish seems to come alive in his mouth.

The faces of the other two judges also showed intoxicated expressions.

"The taste of this fish is extraordinary, could it be a cherry bream?" the abbot of Hantan Temple said with a moved face.

"That's right, it's indeed a sakura sea bream. The color of this fish is as beautiful as cherry blossoms, and the meat is fresh and tender. It and Akashi bream are both famous among sea breams." Another ordinary judge nodded.

"This sauce is made of perilla plums, right? You seem to have added Italian liquor to it, adding a flavor." The abbot of Hantan Temple praised.

Kaiseki cuisine is a very traditional Japanese cuisine, but Ichiro Murata took a different approach by adding Italian white wine to enhance the taste, which shows his creativity.

"It's really a good dish. It's a good idea to integrate exotic ingredients into traditional dishes." Mr. Fu Disheng commented truthfully, "I tasted two extreme flavors. One is the freshness of sea bream, and There is a refreshing plum sauce. Although these two flavors are still very weak, they are very good for your age."

Facing Mr. Fukujisheng, Murata Ichiro turned his face as quickly as a book, and said happily: "Thank you very much, Mr. Fukujisheng for your praise."

After hearing this comment, the monks of Hantan Temple were very happy.

To be able to get such a high evaluation from Mr. Fu Disheng, the result of this competition is already sure, right?

After tasting Ichiro Murata's kaiseki cuisine, it was Yang Ming's turn.

It's just that the monks of Hantan Temple looked very relaxed.

"This is my dish, Italian Seafood Baked Rice."

Yang Ming brought up his own food.

Suddenly, a scent bomb exploded completely, and the extremely rich cheese mixed with the scent of seafood filled the entire venue!

"smell good!"

"It smells too good, doesn't it?"

The expressions of the monks in Hantan Temple changed!

On top of the rice and prawns, there is a thick layer of cheese, and the whole dish shimmers with a pleasant golden sheen, constantly exuding a strong aroma and mouth-watering.

The three judges took a breath, couldn't help showing intoxicated smiles on their faces, then picked up the spoon and tasted it.

Mr. Fu Disheng picked up the spoon, pried off the soft cheese shell, and scooped a large spoonful of rice.

The melted cheese was full of elasticity, and when he pulled it, it didn't break, and drooped down one thin line after another.

In the oven, the cheese seeped into the rice, and the rice and shrimp and scallops were golden in color, exuding a strong aroma of seafood and cheese.

Mr. Fu Disheng's Adam's apple trembled, and then he put the rice in his mouth.

Then, a delicious storm raged on the tip of his tongue!

In a trance, he seemed to have come to a small town in the north of Italy.

The ancient buildings of the Renaissance stood on the coastline. He stood on the ancient street and looked up to see the blue sea. The salty sea breeze gently brushed his cheeks, and the church bells rang in his ears.

At this moment, he saw a blond girl smiling sweetly at him.

Mr. Fu Disheng's heart fluttered, and he couldn't help but chased after him.

But the girl dodged and entered a white church. When he entered, he could no longer see it, only the faint fragrance lingering in the air.

……

"It's so delicious. I seem to see a white church, a blue sea, and a girl with blond hair." Mr. Fu Disheng woke up from the illusion, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, "Cooking full of romance."

"That's right, I also felt a strong romance, just like first love, very sweet and very greasy. From it, I can understand the chef's intentions, is it because of the cheese?" The abbot of Hantan Temple also said a little blankly.

Yang Ming smiled slightly when he heard this sentence.

This is a dish that only those who have tasted the taste of love can cook!

(The author did not deliberately sprinkle dog food for the singles on Double Eleven, really!)

At this moment, the complexions of Mr. Fudisheng and the abbot of Hantan Temple changed at the same time!

"Wait a minute! Is this romantic atmosphere a personal imprint?"

Their voices became trembling!

They never expected that Yang Ming would realize the heart of a kitchen god!

God, isn't he only a freshman in high school?

"what?"

"The heart of a chef?"

"No way?"

The monks of Hantan Temple were also taken aback!

The way they looked at Yang Ming suddenly became strange.

As long as one understands the heart of a kitchen god, such basic skills as knife skills and seasoning come up, becoming a master chef is almost inevitable.

Togetsu's students were also taken aback, but soon, the shock turned into adoration.

Sure enough, it is worthy of being Yang Mingjun!

It's amazing!

However, at this moment Yang Ming didn't look complacent at all, he was just as indifferent as usual.

It was completely accidental that he could add his personal stamp to this dish, and it was just because he thought of a certain girl when cooking.

If he is asked to do it next time, he may not be able to do it.

"Let's announce the results soon."

Murata Ichiro's face was somber that it was about to drop into the water.

The venue suddenly fell silent.

No one expected that Yang Ming could add a personal mark to the cooking, and everyone had a bad feeling.

"Yang Ming."

Yang Ming announced without thinking.

"Yang Ming."

The other two teachers hesitated for a while before finally announcing the results.

They also have the dignity of a chef, except for a very few guys who have no lower limit, it is impossible to speak against their conscience.

If they really have no conscience, once they spread it, they won't have to mix in the cooking world in the future.

There was a dead silence in the venue.

The monk of Hantan Temple's expression turned extremely ugly.

(End of this chapter)