Teru Ikeuchi placed two plates of steaks in front of Ryuichi Shiraishi and Kiyomi Nakai. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Two teachers, please try my food. Ikeuchi exhaled deeply.

Nakai Kiyomi looked at the plate in front of her, two one-inch thick steaks overlapped each other, and the baked puff pastry highlighted the crispy flavor, and next to the steak, sweet beans were slightly decorated.

Just looking at the appearance, this dish is exactly what it is.

"Wellington steak? Mr. Shiraishi, this kind of cuisine is too difficult for people like them who are not very good at the foundation. Nakai Kiyomi picked up the knife and returned the fork, cut a small piece of steak, forked it and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Sure enough, it's the same as I thought, it's unpalatable! The steak is like cowhide, it's disgusting, and there's puff pastry, and there's no crispy taste, please, don't you make it if you can't do it well? Oh my God, I'm going to have a nightmare today." ”

Teru Ikeuchi was pleased with the steak, it was the best steak he had ever made today. But the dish full of confidence was said to be feed by Nakai Kiyomi, and his rough face immediately flushed.

Embarrassment, a strong embarrassment surrounded him, and he glared at Nakai Kiyomi viciously, eager to smash an old fist on Nakai Kiyomi's face.

Bai Shilong took two bites lightly, also put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and looked at Ikeuchi Hui, "You stand aside first, and the players behind are coming." ”

Ikeuchi Teru looked back behind him, Nagata Chiharu's face was nervous, and even the hands holding the tray began to shake slightly.

Chiharu Nagata was the youngest of the seven and the least daring of the seven, and she felt a kind of fear in her heart when she saw Teru Ikeuchi being scolded by Kiyomi Nakai.

"Bring your food, Chiharu Nagata. "Bai Shilong is a player under his name.

Chiharu Nagata hurriedly put the food on the table, and because she was so nervous, she knocked over Ryuichi Shiraishi's coffee cup, and the coffee instantly stained the white tablecloth.

"Mr. Shiraishi, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Chiharu Nagata turned pale and apologized repeatedly.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a small assessment, I'm just going to taste your food casually and see what you have achieved today. Shiraishi Ryuichi comforted.

"Your name is Chiharu Nagada, right?" Kiyomi Nakai cut open the steak and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Yes, Mr. Nakai. Chiharu Nagata hurriedly looked at Kiyomi Nakai.

"You and Hitoshi Kuriyama are both third-year students at Shigee Cooking School?" Kiyomi Nakai asked.

"Yes. Kuriyama-san, the number one student in our school, admires him very much. After these two small talks, Chiharu Nagata's mood calmed down slightly.

Kiyomi Nakai puts the fork down and pushes the steak away.

"This kind of food can be called feed, and the taste is really disgusting. I thought that as a student from Fanjiang College, a famous culinary school, your cooking should not have any major shortcomings, but as a result, it was the same as the steak just now, which lowered your original cooking level. Mr. Shiraishi, I'd suggest you fire that assistant of yours, or you'll lose. ”

In the end, Nakai Kiyomi had a soothing smile on her face.

Chiharu Nagata, who had high hopes for this dish, changed his face suddenly, his white cheeks instantly looked like ripe apples, and tears swirled around his eyes. She bit her lip tightly and bowed fiercely to Bai Shilongichi, "I'm sorry teacher, I'm a little uncomfortable. With that, he ran towards the cloister.

Nakai Kiyomi didn't expect Chiharu Nagata to leave suddenly, and looked at Ryuichi Shiraishi with some embarrassment, "Mr. Shiraishi, I seem to have said something very excessive." ”

"No, you're right, these dishes are no different from feed. Bai Shilong took a bite of the steak. Then he pushed Chiharu Nagata's food to the side, "Next, bring your food to the side." ”

Kusuke Takeda brought his steak up, and then glared at Kiyomi Nakai viciously. Nakai shuddered, and then looked at the others, also looking at her angrily.

"That...... Mr. Shiraishi, as soon as I remembered that there were other things, I won't bother anymore, and what I'm talking about today is just my feelings, so don't worry too much about it. Kiyomi Nakai immediately stood up and stretched out and left in a hurry.

After eating Kusuke Takeda's food, Ryuichi Shiraishi waved his hand, "Next." ”

Until he had tasted all the dishes, Bai Shilong wiped his mouth and swept his gaze over the six people in front of him.

"I'm angry, isn't it? I'm upset, isn't it? Look at your expressions, what else is there besides hatred? Have you ever reflected on yourself? After hearing Nakai-sensei's comments, have you thought about how to improve your cooking? Have you ever thought about proving to her that what she said was wrong? I only know that if anger can improve my cooking skills, I would have been angry to death. ”

The six people all bowed their heads and were silent, and the anger in their hearts was like encountering a basin of cold water, which was instantly extinguished.

"Also, Mr. Nakai is right, there is no difference between your food and feed. Is this the taste of the steak that Zheng Kejun made for you? You think you are very hard, but do you know? Zheng Kejun has only eaten two sandwiches since the morning, and he is still preparing your dishes for tomorrow. He's not a competitor, but he's working harder than you. Are you worthy of him for making this kind of food?

The faces of the six people turned red, but the reason was different from before. Just because of anger, now because of shame,

"Senior Baishi, what are you talking about me?" At this time, Zheng Ke pushed the dining cart and walked into the hall.

"It's nothing, it's just ideological education. Are you ready for the meal?" asked Ryuichi Shiraishi.

"yes, it's not that hard. It's just that I made a few more copies, so it was delayed. Zheng Ke pushed the dining cart to a blank dining table, "You guys come and sit here." ”

The six people looked at each other, not knowing what Zheng Ke wanted them to do, but out of respect for Zheng Ke, these people still sat obediently at the table.

Zheng Ke put the plates with the lid in front of everyone, "This is the dish you are going to make tomorrow, feel the taste first." ”

The eyes of the six people immediately lit up when they heard Zheng Ke's words. Of course, they knew what level Zheng Ke's cooking skills were, so they couldn't wait to lift the lid of the plate.

In the middle of the plate, the egg whites of a steamed half-egg are placed, and in the center of the depression, the yolk takes on a spiral posture, sprinkled with black and red caviar and garnished with thyme.

"Mr. Zheng Ke, what kind of dish is this?" asked Kusuke Takeda.

"Appetizer, caviar stuffed with French eggs. Try it today, and tomorrow you will practice this dish well. Zheng Ke said.