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When I tasted Maki's french jelly, I could still hold the fork tightly, but the moment I tasted a little bit of Tanzo Megu's cuisine, I fell out of my hand.

"How can this slightly sour taste be amplified...... Not qualified! Absolutely not qualified!"

Kojiro Shinomiya struggled in vain.

Sour!

Even if it's just a hint of sourness, it's in strong contrast with Maki's "sweet" french jelly.

Silently picked up the fork, took out a handkerchief and wiped it clean, Kojiro Shinomiya didn't say a word, and once again forked up a piece of French frozen and sent it to the import.

"Boom"

Something was pried open.

In the blink of an eye, Hokkaido is in early spring.

There was still snow and ice that had not yet melted in the field ridges, and a beautiful and gentle mother stood at the end of the ridges and shouted softly to a girl who was wearing hemp braids and had just learned to walk: "Xiaohui, Xiaohui, come here, I'm here!"

The girl was dressed thickly, her coat wrapped her in a fat coat, the air was still cold, her cheeks were a lovely flush, babbling, crooked, step by step.

"Smack"

Suddenly, Kojiro Shinomiya frowned.

The girl named Xiaohui fell, and the ground was covered with hard ice, but as soon as she fell, the girl immediately sat up, and her eyes were as clear and immaculate as jewels, and she firmly fixed on her mother who was standing on the other side of the ridge, and got up again.

Syllable. He didn't take a few steps before he fell again.

Kojiro Shinomiya turned his head a little unbearable, but out of the corner of his eye, he was still paying attention to the girl who was hobbling and walking.

"You're so stupid!"

Soon, the girl fell for the third time, and Kojiro Shinomiya cursed coldly and hardly, seeing that the girl's palms were red and her knees and body were full of ice slag, he sighed in his heart and planned to walk over to help her.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she took half a step with her right foot, the girl got up again, tears were already rolling in her eyes, but she did not cry, but stretched out her hands, like a clumsy penguin on the ice, her little face tensed and tried her best to maintain her balance, and walked forward little by little.

"Fools are going to be eliminated!"

Kojiro Shinomiya said that when he saw the girl happily thrown into his mother's arms, for some reason, there was a trace of sourness in the corners of his eyes.

"Kojiro!"

There was a mother's call behind him, and Shinomiya's body suddenly tensed.

The picture changes again, and Kojiro Shinomiya finds himself smaller, with a dirty school uniform on his body, and pain coming from his face, arms, and back in many places.

raised his arms in a daze, on his thin arms, there was a blue and a purple one, this was not a bruise, but a "record" left by fighting with other little friends.

The environment is also a country road that Kojiro is familiar with, with verdant fields on both sides of the road, and many childhood memories come to mind at once, he used to catch dragonflies with nets on the path of the field, once caught small fish in the clear stream, and once lay on the grass on the slope, resting his head on his hands, quietly watching the clouds drifting in the sky, and ......

"The taste of home!"

Kojiro Shinomiya thought in disbelief that at this time, the beautiful mother walked up to him and crouched down, looking at the little boy who had become embarrassed by the fight with his friends.

"Kojiro, why are you fighting with them again?" his mother brushed the grass fibers off his clothes with her white hands.

His hair was also messy, and during the weeds upside down, his mother also used her hands to carefully sort him out, and finally used a pair of warm palms to hold his bruised little face, and when she saw that he didn't speak, she said with a smile in her eyes: "It must be because of your bad character that my little friend fought with you." If you don't reflect on it, no one will want to play with you in the future. ”

Hum!

Turning his head, Kojiro Shinomiya subconsciously said, "I'll be able to do it alone!

Syllable. A slight pain came from the forehead.

The young mother stretched out her finger and flicked the young man's forehead, her eyes flashed helplessly, "Kojiro, give me a good obedience!"

The nose was sour all at once.

Fighting with his friends, the boy didn't cry, but now he was completely caught in his mother's gentle offensive, and Kojiro Shinomiya couldn't control himself at all, so he fell into that warm embrace, hugged his mother's neck tightly, and didn't want to let go.

Cry.

Cry a lot.

The difficulties and obstacles encountered in opening a restaurant in the war zone in Paris, France, the depression accumulated in my heart, and the fear of not being able to go further in my cooking skills are all vented in the warm embrace, through crying.

……

The real world.

The fork fell on the table, and Kojiro Shinomiya propped up the table with both hands, buried his head deeply, and tears flowed across his face, down his jaw, and fell to the ground drop by drop.

At this time, except for Natsu Yu and Ryoko Lina, no one will disturb him who is crying to his heart's content, and the other four judges, as well as Maki Morita, Kohei Soma and Erina Nagikiri, are all immersed in the home world woven by Megumi Tadoko.

The warmest harbor is undoubtedly the familiar hometown.

After scarring outside, when I returned to my hometown, my mother stood in front of the familiar house, shushing the cold and asking for warmth, and anyone would be attacked by that kind of tenderness.

Kojiro Shinomiya was not defeated by Maki's sweetheart offensive, but under the faint artistic conception of 'sour' by Megumi Tazo, he collapsed.

Even the iron man-like Dojima Silver has a faint glint of water in the corners of his eyes.

Half a day.

The basement kitchen is still immersed in the silence of the mystery.

The most ugly face in this is probably Erina Nagikiri.

When it comes to her hometown and her childhood, although there are sweet and cherished memories, there is also that terrible figure that she doesn't want to remember.

That man, her father, a dark cook, tried to lead her 'tongue of God' into darkness completely.

"Another dish with a personal touch!"

Fuyumi Mizuhara squatted on the chair, sniffed, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said with the same paralyzed face, "Even, the heart that Megumi Tanso gave to the cuisine is stronger than that of Maki Morita." We can't control our emotions anymore. ”

Dojima Silver nodded and said, "This time, Megumi Tazo also used 'vinegar'. Although the cauliflower is intact and has no oxidative discoloration, it does not need to be bleached with 'vinegar'. However, the slight sourness of the vinegar is mixed with the sweetness of the whole course of vegetable jelly, creating an incomparably harmonious taste...... This stroke is also the 'finishing touch' that contains her strong intentions!"

He stared intently at Tanzoe, his eyes glowing with a fiery light.

It's like looking at a peerless piece of jade, not an uncarved jade.

"Soon, about to break out of the cocoon's 'kitchen heart', incredible!" Dojima Silver didn't expect that there would be such a good seedling in the freshman of high school.

"Clumsy though...... But he is also gritting his teeth, working hard, and moving forward step by step!

After Kojiro Shinomiya wiped away his tears, he suddenly said this.

He then pulled away the dry Hinata who was hugging Tanzome, dodged the frightened eyes of the female student, and said word by word:

"I take back my previous evaluation, you, are qualified!"

"No, it's excellent!" (To be continued.) )