"Ah, I'm done!"

The sound of the oven to the point also made a group of people in the Polestar Kitchen detach from the food scenery of the melting snow in early spring. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Everyone was still a little confused, but on the mobile phone screen, Xia Yu turned around, turned on the oven, took out the baking tray, and the rich smell of spices was like substance, escaping in the kitchen.

And across the screen, everyone seemed to smell the strong fragrance.

Having just eaten Kohei Soma's chazuke, Ichishiki Megumi, Sakaki Ryoko, Yoshino Yuhime and others found that their appetite was awakened again, and their oral saliva was intensifying.

When the smoke clears, the exotic roast chicken on the kitchen counter is unveiled and appears in everyone's field of vision.

Xia Yu put the prepared side dishes on the plate one by one, lettuce, lemon slices, cherry tomatoes......

At the end of the day, the colorful side dishes resemble flowers, clustered around a golden roast chicken, and the wisps of rich fragrance seem to pass through the screen and linger in the Polestar kitchen.

"I'm dazzled......"

Yoshino Yuhime wiped his eyes, "I seemed to see a flash of light just now!"

"The problem with the mobile phone video, it should be that the light in the kitchen over there is flickering. Issuki was also a little surprised.

"No!"

Kohei Soma stared at the freshly baked roast chicken in the picture, his stomach squirming, "It's that kind of food that shines again! Damn! I want to try it!"

Xia Yu ignored the group of people in Polestar Liao, arranged the side dishes, and then asked the system to identify and score them.

"Your work has been judged to have a score of 85. ”

The system said in a mechanical voice.

"The task [the initial application of the inequality] has been completed. ”

"Your cooking level has been increased to lv20. ”

Although he successfully completed the task of cooking skills, Xia Yu did not have much pleasure.

"Pseudo-glow cuisine!" Xia Yu sighed inwardly.

The 'Spice Ninet Egyptian Roast Chicken' that I just imitated did shine, but the light was only for a moment, and if you didn't pay attention to it, your eyes would miss it.

Why is it "pseudo", because Xia Yu, as a chef, knows that the 'spice inequality' he gives to his cuisine is actually imperfect and has serious flaws.

He was unable to truly restore Dojima's cuisine.

It seems to be a taste of spice.

"Failure!"

Xia Yu had a straight face, looking at the dishes with full marks in color and fragrance with a blank face, and he had no appetite at all, planning to dispose of the failed works.

"What is he going to do?!"

Everyone in Polestar Liao was drooling, but they saw Xia Yu holding a large plate and walking straight to the trash can in the kitchen.

"Stop!"

Kohei shouted anxiously, "Why do you want to throw it away!

"I'm so hungry, I want to eat so much, I can't throw it away......" Yoshino Yuhime swallowed his saliva, and the expressions of Megumi Tadoko and Ryoko Sakaki were not much better.

Isshiki Hui and Ibu Qijun are even more confused.

It's obviously such a charming dish, and across the screen, it can arouse the cravings in the audience's stomach.

Although he didn't taste it, just by looking at the dishes, they could judge that it was a highly finished work through his chef experience, and he was not satisfied?!

With his back to the camera, Xia Yu shook his head, "Because this is a failure." ”

"What a failure!" Kohei Chuangzhen was even more dissatisfied, "Then you have to taste it to know!"

"You're right!"

Xia Yu suddenly changed his mind and brought Egyptian roast chicken to the storefront.

As soon as he put the plate on a table, a deep voice came from the half-hidden door, "Hey, there's a smell, it's roast chicken? Well, a variety of spices have been added, and this spice is a combination of style, Egyptian cuisine?"

The voice is a little familiar, so it's a familiar customer.

Xia Yu went back to the kitchen to get his mobile phone, and saw a burly man wearing a simple linen gray monk's robe, standing in front of the table, staring at the freshly baked Egyptian roast chicken, scratching his ears and cheeks, looking very anxious.

"Yo-" Xia Yu said hello.

"Haha!"

The monk who came with Masato Kamihara and Ryoko Rina last time smiled heartily: "Chef Xia, we meet again, contemptible Aoki Sota, I haven't introduced myself well last time." ”

"What about your Minister Kamihara and Lord Ryoko, didn't you come together tonight?" Xia Yu asked casually.

"Today I came out on my own on a mission......"

Xia Yu noticed that when he mentioned the task, Aoki Zongtai's thick eyebrows wrinkled, obviously the task was not going well.

It's still the same line as it was at the beginning.

A pair of sharp kitchen knives, wrapped in hemp rope around the handle, hung around the neck. The monk laughed heartily, and the kitchen knife was under his shoulder, shaking and shaking, and the cold light was pressing.

"Do you want to eat?"

The shop was in the middle of the midnight stall business hours, so Xia Yu took the initiative to ask.

"Of course, I still have to work until about four o'clock in the morning, and I'm hungry!" Aoki Sota nodded quickly, then pointed to the roast chicken on the table, swallowed his saliva and said, "This is your supper?"

"No, failed works. ”

"Can I taste it, then?"

"Wait!"

Xia Yu held a mobile phone and a sharp kitchen knife in the other hand, dissecting the whole roast chicken.

The monk Aoki Sota didn't notice that he was on camera at all, and as soon as Xia Yu dismembered the roast chicken, he was impatient, regardless of the heat, grabbed a fragrant roast chicken leg and bit it down.

Not!

The fragrant juice splashes into the mouth, hot, fragrant.

And it's not just the flavor of the meat, Aoki Sota's eyes were suddenly empty, and he faintly saw the great desert of Egypt, and at the far end was a huge pyramid of spices, and he counted silently in his heart, there were nine in total, "Hmm, what's going on, the ninth tower, vain, very unstable!"

With the chewing, the kind of mutilated regret made Sota Aoki anxious.

"It's not even close!"

"The taste is not enough, one more taste, and I can climb to the top to enjoy the ultimate taste!"

Sota Aoki gnawed off a chicken leg, turning the depression and grievances in his heart into an appetite that broke through the cage and devoured it by a hungry tiger.

The kitchen at Polestar Liao.

Except for Yishihui, everyone saw Xia Yu receiving a monk with a raw face and serving him a whole plate of Egyptian roast chicken, and they didn't feel good in their hearts. It was as if the food that had reached their mouths had been robbed, and they could only watch the robbers enjoy it.

"Aoki Lecturer!"

Only the expression in Yishihui's heart and face collapsed.

As the seventh seat of the 'Ten Masters of the Far Moon', at the Ten Masters meeting on the first day of school today, Issehui learned that the Far Moon would cooperate with the IGO institution to open special elective courses.

Sota Aoki, a well-known chef in the neon food scene from Shirinji Temple, Sota Aoki, the 'Oni-faced Monk', is the main instructor of this elective class!

Even if you don't mention Aoki Sota's status as a lecturer, as a top superchef, Isshiki Hui has admired him for a long time, and he wants to go to the mysterious Shilin Temple to have a culinary practice.

In the middle of the night, Sota Aoki, who had eaten the whole Egyptian roast chicken, came back to his senses under the mobile phone lens.

"Hey—"

Sighing heavily, Aoki Sota stared at Xia Yu and stopped talking. (To be continued.) )