Zheng Ke followed the staff to the venue, and the three judges were already sitting in the judges' seat.

Out of politeness, Zheng Ke bowed slightly to the three judges, then came to the operating table with his name on it, put the knife box on the operating table, checked the ingredients himself, made sure that it was correct, wrote his name on the ingredient list, and handed it to the staff.

As soon as the staff member walked out of the room, Katagiri Yang also walked in, and like Zheng Ke, he checked the ingredients he needed, signed his name on the ingredient list, and then looked up at Zheng Ke.

"Before the last round, I had already guessed that the probability of you reaching the final round was greater than that of Takami, and it was as I wished, but I really didn't want your opponent to be you. Katagiri said with a chuckle.

"I believe I'm going to make it to the final round and I know that I'm going to be against you, but the way you lost was very disappointing for me. Zheng Ke's eyes inadvertently showed contempt.

"Oh...... But you should also be considerate of me, I really want to get back to the Asian arena, that arena...... It's really amazing. Unfortunately, in the end, it fell short and lost the game in the semi-finals. Now that I have a second chance, I don't want to let myself down again!" A wicked smile appeared on Katagiri Hiro's face at this moment, slightly hideous, but more of an inexplicable fanaticism.

"I'm sorry, this place is also very important to me, so I will do my best!" Zheng Ke touched his nose and did not flinch.

Booker looked at his watch impatiently, and finally waited until 10 o'clock, he couldn't wait to get up from the top, "This is the last round of the the-blue competition in Japan, the theme is Western dessert, and the duration is 3 hours!

As soon as Booker's words fell, Zheng Ke immediately began to cook his own food.

"Rice?Zheng Ke uses rice?" Absolon's eyes lit up, his brows furrowed slightly, "Could it be...... I'll go, that dish isn't easy to make!"

"Don't talk, watch the game!" Catherine said helplessly, glancing at Absolon dissatisfied.

This time, Absolon was extremely obedient and immediately covered his mouth.

"What's that dish?" Kikuchi Sonoka looked puzzled.

"You'll know when the time comes, it's a very tasty dish. Catherine's eyes narrowed.

Zheng Ke poured the rice into the pot, poured water, put it on the fire, and then took another pot, poured sugar into it, and began to heat it.

After being heated, the white sugar gradually turns dark brown, and the thick and sweet fragrance continues to emerge from the pot, and the sugar also turns into a dark brown color after being heated, and the rich caramel sticks to the iron pan thickly, and a large number of bubbles continue to emerge from the bottom of the iron pan, and after breaking, it splashes everywhere.

Zheng Ke poured an appropriate amount of water into the pot, diluting the caramel while lowering the temperature of the caramel.

After doing this, Zheng Ke took out five round cake molds and evenly spread the caramel on the bottom and sides of the caramel, and set it aside to cool.

At this time, the soup pot with the rice poured was all boiling. Zheng Ke picked up the soup pot, poured out the hot water, and then re-added water at room temperature to wash the rice.

Very few people choose rice as the main ingredient for dessert, so the spectators outside the stadium are all refreshed.

"Senior sister, what kind of cooking is Zheng Ke going to make?" Ruishan asked.

Kobayashi Gentian licked his lips, "I seem to have some impressions of this dish, but it is different from Zheng Ke, and I can't remember it for a while." ”

Speaking of this, even Kobayashi Gentian himself smiled embarrassedly.

How unreliable you are!

Eizan Ezuya was so angry that he almost said this.

"Mr. Nakamura, Zheng Ke shouldn't be making rice cakes, right?" Kawaguchi also looked at Nakamura on the side uncertainly, but saw Nakamura's spirit shimmering, and his two eyes were unusually bright looking at the big screen.

At this time, the picture on the big screen suddenly turned, and Katagiri appeared on the screen.

After the whipped gelatin is wrenched dry, Katagiri pours a red liquid into the gelatin, mixes well, waits until all the gelatin melts, passes the juice through a strainer, pours it into another small basin, and stirs it in ice water to cool it.

"I hate it, why did you change people?"

"That's right, I want to see Zheng Ke's cooking!"

"Katagiri-sensei is not bad, but he is not a Kanagawa player. ”

"Mr. Katagiri is also a famous chef, and his cooking skills should be very good. Moreover, he seems to be in good shape today. ”

"Listening to you say that, it's a lot better than the last game. ”

"Look at the look in your eyes. The last cooking shouldn't have been in the arena at all. Master Katagiri's state today is a world of difference compared to before. ”

"That's true, Katagiri Sensei's technique is really skillful!"

The onlookers were not only food lovers, but also some chefs who came to increase their knowledge, and they couldn't help but nod their heads after seeing Katagiri's cooking techniques.

Kawaguchi glanced at the big screen embarrassedly, he didn't think that this game would be so anxious, in case Zheng Ke lost the game, his face would not have any brilliance, after all, he said a lot of good things about Zheng Ke in front of Nakamura.

"That...... Mr. Nakamura, what do you think of Zheng Ke's cooking skills?"

"He's not bad, it's not as boring as others say it is - both men have to give it their all if they want to win. To tell you the truth, if I don't try their dishes myself, I can't judge the quality of these two dishes. Nakamura took off his sunglasses and looked at the big screen with interest, "Although the cooking of both of them is good, I still prefer the cooking of the other contestant." ”

"Why? Is Zheng Ke's cooking flawed?" Kawaguchi quickly asked.

"No, if another contestant really made his dish perfectly, it would look good on the plate, right? As for the taste, you will only know if you have eaten it. Nakamura touched his chin and whispered.

In the arena, Zheng Ke was still cooking quickly.

He added milk, vanilla tongs, vanilla seeds, and orange zest to a pot, sprinkled a pinch of salt, and when the milk was hot, he poured the rice soaked in boiling water into the milk, stirring while paying attention to the heat.

When doing this, be especially careful, if you don't grasp the heat well, it will be easy to burn. If such a 'tragedy' happens, the direct consequence will be that all previous efforts will be in vain.

Even with the help of the 'Heart of God', Zheng Ke still boiled milk two or three times when he first studied this dish, and Akane Kubo Momo was so angry that he almost went berserk. Looking back now, Zheng Ke still feels that those days were really too difficult.