"That's not right!"

A passionate and passionate melody suddenly echoed in the ears. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In an instant, it was like returning to the birthplace of opera, which is the art capital of the world, and that is the city of central Italy, Florence!

The eyes are like windows, reflecting the art gallery, the cathedral and Giotto's bell tower.

As he chewed, Takmi became more trance-like.

He walked through the old galleries of the Uffizi Palace, the walls lined with Renaissance works of art, so splendid and beautiful.

This is Florence as he knows it, his hometown!

"Takmi, Takmi......"

A faint cry pulled him back.

Takmi propped his hands on the table, and the lecturer across from him smiled, "How's it going, Takmi, what did you taste? Even if it's exactly the same dish, there's a good and bad thing, isn't it?"

"Cooking can be imitated, recipes can be made in the same place. ”

"But only here—"

The instructor points to the heart position.

"Tell me, Takmi, why did you leave your hometown and study in Neon?"

A heart-piercing inquiry.

For what?!

Takmi was stunned, yes, why, why did he go to Neon, to the Far Moon!

"I—I want to get stronger and cook better, perfect dishes!"

"And then, is that all?"

"Then, serve it to my guests, and get the highest compliments from them!" said Takmi in one breath.

Syllable!

snapped his fingers.

"That's right, Takmi, your motivation is to serve your guests and make them happy. The young lecturer said, "Cooking that brings happiness is the real food." Remember that, Takmi, a dish that conveys happiness will never fail!"

"Come on!"

Leaving the kitchen to the students, the lecturer drifted away.

……

Cooking that brings happiness?

What is happiness?

Appetite satisfaction...... Or is it something else?

Coming back from his trance again, the sound of the meeting room rushed into his ears, and Takmi shook his head.

"Bell-"

"Game on!"

Coincidentally, the shouts of the host Rei Kawashima resounded throughout the venue.

Takmi glanced over to Misaku.

Really!

He was awe-inspiring in his heart, the materials prepared by the other party's kitchen counter were exactly the same as his!

Even the lemon peach provided to him by the lecturer, the other party actually has it!

In terms of ingredients, a completely fair showdown!

I couldn't help but glance at the review seat, and the junior judge in the center was propped up on the stage with his hands crossed, looking at this place with blazing eyes.

"Lecturer, I'll prove it!"

Takmi touched the position of his heart before he began the cooking process without hurrying.

Dessert making is nothing more than those few processes.

The almonds and hazelnuts are first heated in the oven to bring out the aroma.

Next, it's time to make the batter!

There was an exclamation.

Takmi gave a glimpse of Misaku's pleiades.

Tall and burly, with wide and thick palms, Misaku's skills in making sweets are so delicate that many people seem to see a girl embroidering. A chill feeling.

"This guy ......"

Takmi calmed.

Even if Misaku was one step ahead of him and improved the process, he remained unmoved and fully immersed himself in his culinary world.

"What's wrong with Takmi?"

"Oops, Misaku actually used limoncello as well, but I didn't expect him to use limoncello instead of lime and almond wine, which originated in Italy and is made from lemons!"

On the side of Polestar Liao, everyone secretly sweated.

"What's the matter, Takmi, have you given up?" Misaku, on stage, looked back at the Italian boy's back, surprised by his composure, as if something was wrong.

But it doesn't matter, the winner is in control!

Misaku smirked, "Takmi, it's so easy to deal with a guy like you. On the surface, you are wise and calm, but in fact you are full of enthusiasm for your hometown. A chef's mind is also reflected in his dishes. ”

"Your personality has been explored by me!"

"Throw in the towel!"

With his back to Misaku, Takmi didn't move.

Soon.

An hour passed.

After the cake was baked, the two of them coincidentally put it on the plate, and held a sharp kitchen knife to remove the core of a fruit shaped like a peach, cut it into thin slices, and put it on the surface of the baked cake.

"It's done!"

Misaku confidently served the dishes, and Natsuha, Dojima Gin, Indira, Tamagawa Ayaka, and Kamihara Masato all received a plate of snow hidden cakes.

"Evolutionary version, snow hidden cake!" Misaku said condescendingly looking down at the judges' seat.

This guy also seems to have taken the judges as prey.

A stupid man with a lot of courage and a crazy personality.

Tamagawa Ayaka commented so in her heart, and her eyes were cold.

"I don't like it!" she said coldly, "I don't like your dishes, and I don't like you as a person, zero points!"

The venue was in an uproar.

"That, that, Miss Tamagawa, since it's a halberd, everything is done according to the rules of the halberd, and the scoring system has become a voting system. Next to her, the hostess Rei Kawashima cautioned.

"Huh?!"

Misaku was stunned, but he didn't expect the judges to be so willful, and he would be slapped with a slap in the face.

His tall, burly body shook and shook, suppressing his anger.

"Taste it and you'll know the secrets of my dishes!" he said in a deep voice.

"Humph!"

Ayaka Tamagawa doesn't plan to give face.

"Ahem!"

Xia Yu couldn't see it anymore and glared at it.

The judges are so unprofessional, and the people were brought by him and dragged to the judges' seats, how many people are watching, isn't it a dereliction of duty on his part as an instructor and chief reviewer?

This small action fell in the eyes of Dojima Silver and Kamihara Masato, and the two could only look at each other and smile helplessly.

Only Xia Yu dared to stare at the princess of the Yuchuan family like this.

"Let's try it together!"

Xia Yu brought the rhythm back and picked up the silver spoon.

Well?

When the judges returned to dessert, Indira was the first to frown, pointing to the thin crust of fruit on the top of the cake, and said uncertainly, "This is a lemon peach?"

"Yes, I can only use the ingredients provided by Lecturer Xia personally to this extent. Misaku replied.

Is a single piece of fruit, placed on a dessert, just a decoration?

The audience at the far end was puzzled.

But Rei Kawashima, who was quietly swallowing at the judging table, had already explained the excellence of the dishes.

The judges all spooned.

The camera was given, but on the screen, the five judges were all expressionless.

Then, after tasting a spoonful, the judges put down the dishes in unison.

Wow!

Misaku took two steps back, "Why?!"

"Very patterned desserts, not interesting. Tamagawa Ayaka wiped her mouth with a white napkin, she is a dim sum master herself, and the "nirvana" recipe Seven Colors Sea is already well-known, so her evaluation can be said to determine the outcome of this halberd.

Bruised tendons on the forehead.

was completely irritated by Tamagawa Ayaka's faint, disdainful expression at the corners of her lips.

Misakung roared in a low voice: "What are you kidding, isn't the so-called halberd supposed to decide whose dish is more delicious? I don't need any other evaluation, just 'delicious' or 'not delicious'!"

"Besides, don't expect, that guy Aldini, he has lost the courage to serve the food, declare my victory!"

Da Da Da ......

Before the words fell, the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps made Misaku turn around in shock.

"You ......"

"No matter what happens, I'll bring the dish to the waiting guests!"

Takmi Aldini said with a straight face, crossing Misaku's pleiades and placing a plate of snacks on the judges' table.

This time, without the need to greet the students, Xia Yu led the judges to spoon again.

"Hmm!"