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The cooking session begins.

"Boom ......"

Within a few minutes, the sound of stir-fried pork in an oil pot attracted the attention of the audience.

Mito Yumei holds a wok of brightly colored pork belly.

The strong smell spread out just as Mito Yu Mei stirred, and the audience was full of students who were obsessed, and the corners of their mouths drooled.

"It smells so good!"

"The smell of pork and spices is tightly entangled!"

"A taste that directly stimulates the nerves of the brain!"

Pepper!

Jun Shiomi, Roland Chapelle, Xia Yu, and Dojima Silver were all on the guest observation seat.

Roland Chapelle said: "She used Sichuan peppercorns, a spice that not only has a rich aroma, enough to numb the tongue, but also removes the excess smell of pork!"

Shiomi Jun said: "This classmate is called Mito Yumei, right? The pepper she uses is granular one by one, staying in the stage of coarse grinding, this form of peppercorns, compared with the peppercorn noodles ground into powder, the fragrance will be more prominent!"

A group of teachers nodded in the guest seat.

"Woooo

"Flesh Charm, I'm looking at you, come on-"

A shocking roar suddenly came from the crowd of students, and the leader of the club of the 'Donburi Research Association', a second-year Konishi Kanichi, ran to the guardrail and waved his arms exaggeratedly, acting as a cheerleader.

Mito Yumei was speechless, and her face was filled with embarrassment.

Take a few deep breaths and ignore the cheering.

"What about the others?"

With the thought in his mind, Mito Yumei, who was stir-frying, looked up and swept towards the adjacent kitchen counter.

Not far away.

Kurokiba Ryoyoshi grinds a bowl of spices into a uniform dust.

"Uhhh

Untied the scarf of his right hand and tied it to his forehead, and in an instant, the young man who was listless with heavy dark circles under his eyes instantly became sharp, giving people a thick evil aura.

It was an instantaneous transition from otaku to street bad that stunned a large crowd.

If it's two!

"What is that guy doing......

Mito Yumei's pupils shrank, and he saw Ryo Kurogiba take out a fresh lobster from the food box.

Then, hold the kitchen knife and take a glimpse!

"So fast!"

"So skilled!"

Just by observing the back of Kurogiba cold seafood, Mito Yumei's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his heart weighed on a heavy stone.

Oppressive force!

A nameless momentum!

In fact, it was not only Mito Yumei, but also the students in the nearby kitchen counters, who also looked up with fear.

Dojima Silver praised it: "Neat and crisp handling techniques, this student is Alice's follower, right? He definitely has a wealth of experience as a first-line chef, these are things that can't be learned in school." ”

Xia Yu bowed his head, and his gaze turned to Ryoko Sakaki, who was quietly chopping vegetables with soft eyebrows.

This gentle girl, also wearing a white chef's uniform, has a plump figure, her hair bangs fall down on the curves of her full breasts, and then pour down to the sides.

This Ryoko is not Ryoko.

However, the contrast between Ryoko Sakaki and Ryoko Rina when she is quiet, the temperament of being quiet and making a wonderful picture of her own is always appreciated.

She and Maki Morita are two delicate and beautiful flowers in the busy venue, unaffected by the outside world.

"It's a pity!"

Gently spit out two words, Xia Yu shook his head gently.

"What is a pity?" Dojima was stunned.

"Her culinary kingdom is a little narrow. Xia Yu frowned, "Koji cuisine is her specialty. Koji is the same koji, which is originally a raw material for sake brewing, and there are branches of rice koji and salt koji......"

"Brewed dishes?"

Dojima Silver was also thinking.

Suddenly, the venue was filled with riots.

Ryo Hayama, who has attracted much attention, placed a head of sea bream on the kitchen counter and began kneading the dough with baking powder, baking soda and yogurt.

A group of teachers in the guest seat looked disappointed.

Naan with curry? It was a very general combination, and the teachers thought that Shiomi Jun's students had more creative ideas, but they didn't expect to succumb to popular recipes.

However, the cooking process has only just begun.

Soon.

When Ye Shan Liang added a variety of spices to the boiling pot one after another, a spice smell seemed to spread out in substance.

"Not enough!"

"Lemongrass!"

Ye Shan Liang was expressionless, grabbed some finely chopped spices, and sprinkled them into the cooking pot.

"It's not enough—"

Eventually, his gaze turned to a glass bottle that had been placed aside.

The venue camera gave a close-up of the glass bottle at the right time.

So a few green young leaves appeared on the big screen above.

What is it?

The students were in a commotion, whispering.

Most of the teachers were confused, pointing to the fresh spices on the screen, and they couldn't recognize them.

"It's curry leaves!"

"A plant of the Lautiaceae family, a fantasy spice!" Shiomi stretched his face and explained to Roland Chapelle next to him, but under his glasses, there were a pair of extremely confused and puzzled eyes.

Her Shiomi personal research institute does not have such a fresh fantasy moon orange leaves!

This material, where does the bright come from?

Jun Shiomi had the urge to rush into the venue and ask what was going on, but the pink fist she put on her knee clenched tightly and endured.

Well?

Hearing this, Roland Chapelle's old-fashioned face, which had not changed for thousands of years, was quickly filled with surprise.

Bang!

He stood up, "This year's 'Autumn Auditions', is there finally a year that can control the ingredients of fantasy?"

From Professor Yuanyue's position, Roland Chapelle was naturally surprised and delighted.

The magic begins.

With a snap, he twisted the cork of the oak bottle, Ye Shanliang sniffed the permeated smell, gently closed his eyes and was intoxicated, and after a while, he opened his eyes suddenly, took out two young leaves and threw them into the cooking pot!

"Boom"

Fountain of spices.

The entire Group A venue seemed to be shaking because of the shaking.

A giant intertwined with a whirlwind of spices stood up, his hands beating his chest and looking up to the sky in anger, his body shining with Ye Shan Liang's personal imprint.

"Eh......"

With her legs crossed and propping up the chair handle, the female judge Chiri Natsuya, who was sitting bored, smelled the smell that was soaring to the sky and spreading in all directions, and instantly straightened her fair neck, and the green tendons on her skin loomed.

"Looks like it's still a bit interesting!" she muttered as her eyes widened.

The venue turned from bustle to dead silence.

The camera keeps switching, and the cameraman is looking for the glass bottles that each contestant has placed on the kitchen counter.

Tick, tick, tick.

The glass bottles and similar young leaves stunned the cameraman.

The teachers in the guest seat also opened their mouths exaggeratedly.

Jun Shiomi, in particular, petrified in the chair.

"Why are there so many fresh moon orange leaves all of a sudden?" she touched her hot forehead, thinking that it was the wrong way to read the file when she got up this morning, and entered another parallel time and space.

"Ryo Hayama, that guy ......"

One of the members of the Polestar Liao, the taciturn Ibu Saki, glanced at the showy Ryo Hayama, snorted coldly in his heart, and suddenly opened his own smoked spice pot, and also sprinkled a few slices of moon oranges into it, mixing it with other spices.

Phew-

There was a faint sound of a strong wind blowing.

The surging aroma formed a haze that enveloped Ibu Saki, and his figure became blurred.

At this time, Kohei Soma, who had been sitting cross-legged on a small stool for an hour, was awakened by the intertwined spice aura of the guild hall, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, scratched his head and stood up.

"Ah, the war?"

Kohei Soma yawned and lifted the lid of a pot on the stovetop.

"Moon orange leaves, I have it too!"

The corners of his mouth cracked in a confident arc, and he casually sprinkled the leaves into the pot.

But at this time, his expression was slightly stunned.

Because, suddenly, a real spice tornado blew in the hall.

It's so strong, but it's so heartwarming.

Wait a minute!

That feeling of a racing heartbeat, what's going on?

Kohei Sojin propped one hand on the kitchen counter, the other hand on his heart, and his pupils suddenly dilated in surprise.