90 points!

Dojima Silver and Ryoko Rina looked at each other, and shock was clearly written in their eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"This score...... It's a bit high!" Dojima Gin couldn't help but say, "The food I originally presented to Chiyo's mother-in-law only scored 95 points. ”

95 points is still low?

Listening to Dojima Gin's subconscious words, Megumi Tadoko and Maki Morita looked at each other, this 'living legend of the distant moon' was obviously not very satisfied with the past results.

"Mr. Dojima, you were already a real grandchef at that time, and it was normal to get 95 points. ”

Ryoko Rina stared solemnly at the middle-aged man standing at the door of the main hall smiling.

"It seems that Takei may also be 'special'!" Dojima Gindo, "It's really unimaginable that there are two real special-grade students in this seminar, and they have passed the assessment of Chiyo Shrine, and the next step is to go to IGO Neon Headquarters to apply for the special grade assessment!"

"Is 90 points the standard line for the extra grade?"

Erina Nagikiri thought to herself.

"Mr. Hase, it's your turn!"

Shinji Takei came down the steps and glanced at the old man who was in second place, with white hair.

The dishes of the students were already on the table in the main hall, and when you look inside, you can see the strictly ordered food boxes, each with a note with a name on it.

Ichiro Hasei got up and left, although he was long-lived, but he walked vigorously, and his momentum was clearly not inferior to that of young chefs who were just starting out.

After a while, Ichiro Hasei returned, the wind was light, as if he was a monk, kneeling on the mat.

The ice-faced shrine maiden hangs a second wooden sign.

"Ichiro Hase, 90 points!"

Same points!

When you can see the handwriting clearly, the shrine courtyard is silent.

Is this a tie for first place?

"Same ......" Shinji Takei muttered, turned his head to look at Ichiro Hase, who was not squinting, and said unwillingly: "Mr. Hase, when the assessment is over, let's try each other's dishes!"

"Yes!"

Opening his eyes and indifferently glancing at the person beside him, Ichiro Hasei continued to close his eyes and pretend to sleep, indifferent to the whispers behind him.

Dozens of spectators were clearly divided into two factions, one faction supported Shinji Takei and the other faction supported Ichiro Hase, and there were signs of riots, but they were reprimanded and suppressed by Dojima Gin.

"Silence!"

Dojima Silver shouted.

Many of the cultivators turned their heads to look at it and nodded at Dojima Gin, all of them showing more or less respect.

"I didn't expect it to be the same score!"

Next to Xia Yu, Natsuki Shimoto whispered to him: "The two of them, it's not strange who presses whom, but I haven't thought about the option of equal points...... Interesting, could it be that Chiyo's mother-in-law's idea is to let them compete again?"

"The trainees ranked first in the small exam, which is very important, and there has never been a tie in the past. ”

Natsuki is purely a mentality of not thinking too much to watch the excitement.

Anyway, if you don't have the strength to hit the first, let others kill you to the death.

"I just hope to win a 'qualified' place!" Natsuki glanced at Xia Yu, regardless of whether Xia Yu was listening or not, and said to himself: "Hey, don't look at the more than a dozen trainees in this issue, but only the top three will be eligible to enter the next round of review." My goal is to hit a 'qualified' spot!"

"Those below the pass are all cannon fodder and losers!"

Natsuki said nonchalantly.

The corners of his eyebrows twitched.

Xia Yu was quite speechless, this shirt was really a big mouth, and he could feel the anger of the third-to-last female cultivator across a person.

This woman is Asami Kamijo, a food consultant at HUB Foods, who specializes in cooking with curry, and is a strong nine-star chef.

Then, when the rest of the trainees showed their talents, the ranking of the trainees gradually became clear as the signs hung on the bulletin boards.

First, Shinji Takei and Ichiro Hase, temporarily tied.

The second is a woman with tanned skin and good at Spanish cuisine, with a score of 80.

Third, a seemingly weak middle-aged man, Park Se-hyung, Korean, 75 points.

"It's finally me!"

Asami Kamijo rubbed her thighs, which were already kneeling and sitting a little sore, and slowly stood up, Natsuki Semoto was dissatisfied with her grinding, and urged: "Hey, woman, hurry up, it's all cannon fodder anyway!"

Immediately bruised on his forehead.

I can still hold back in front, but now I am almost pointed at my nose and scolded cannon fodder, Asami Kamijo looks like a hot-tempered character, and stares at Natsuki Shirt viciously: "You stinky boy who hasn't grown any hair, who is cannon fodder?!"

Natsuki pouted.

The ice-faced witch said on the steps at the right time, "Miss Kamijo, please come in!"

"Humph!"

Asami Kamijo glanced at Natsuki Kamimoto, who was unmoved, and played with the taste: "Maybe I can't clean you up, but someone can." When I come out in a while, I'll call the 'Ghost Face Monk' Aoki Sota and ask him how the trainees sent by Shilin Temple this issue are of this quality!"

After that, he entered the temple and disappeared.

When Natsuki saw her say that she mentioned Sota Aoki, her complexion changed, and she muttered unconvinced, but she was also honest.

"Interesting. ”

Xia Yu observed the fear in the eyes of this cockscomb-headed young man, since he was born in the Shilin Temple, he must have been trained by the Aoki Sect to be miserable.

Ten minutes later.

"Asami Kamijo, 85 points!"

When the ice-faced witch hung up a new sign, the ranking situation, which was originally like a pool of stagnant water, suddenly changed greatly.

Asami Kamijo occupies the second place, and the female chef who originally ranked second, as well as Park Seheng, who is in third place, have all stepped back one place.

The most unfortunate were the Koreans, who were squeezed into fourth place. The weak middle-aged man sighed heavily, his shoulders collapsed, his face was dark, and although he was unwilling, he did not dare to question the rating of the owner of the shrine.

Natsuki was dumbfounded.

"This, this woman, she's very strong!" he said secretly.

85 points is not far from 90 points, and you can break through the appearance of the special grade at any time. Thinking that he had just annoyed such a senior, Natsuki suddenly shrank his head.

A group of people in the courtyard were also talking.

"The consultant of HUB Foods is really not a simple role!"

Shinji Takei's heart was awe-inspiring.

Dojima Silver turned back to Megumi Tadoko, Maki Morita and Erina Nagikiri and smiled:

"That woman, Asami Kamijo, and the thousand cousins who control HUB Foods, are all respectful to her, but in fact, she was on the special waitlist of the IGO agency a few years ago, am I right, Miss Ryoko?"

"Yes. ”

Ryoko Lina's face was a little weird, "She should have been a special grade for a long time, but it's only been a few years...... The mind is not all focused on the improvement of cooking skills, resulting in the 'kitchen heart' not hatching. ”

Hearing her say this, the corners of Dojima's mouth twitched, there was obviously some kind of inside story in this.

In the neon local food scene, who doesn't know that this woman has been pursuing the 'ghost-faced monk', and her infatuation has not changed, and the deeds of the two are a long story.

"How?"

Asami Kamijo came out, glared at Natsuki Kamimoto, and in front of him, took out his mobile phone, pointed to the first number in the address book, and played with the taste: "Look, is this your division commander's phone?"

Natsuki has no discipline to admit it. (To be continued.) )