One of the characteristics of braised pork is that it tastes mellow, but the disadvantages are also very obvious, after eating it, you will feel a kind of greasy in your heart, which will affect your appetite next. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info So, when Kawamura said the three words 'braised pork', Ayumu Akimoto already had such a feeling in his heart.

Although the Japanese player's cooking was praised by Tomoshi Kawamura, Ayumi Akimoto still had reservations.

The game continued, and Ayumu Akimoto's gaze still swept in front of the others, and finally fell on Zheng Ke's body.

Zheng Ke sat on a small stool, looking at the casserole in front of him, looking like he had nothing to do, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

"What kind of cooking is that kid doing?" asked Ayumu Akimoto curiously.

Kawamura glanced at Zheng Ke, and his gaze returned to the chef who made the braised pork, "I don't know, it looks like it should be Chinese cuisine, are you familiar with Chinese cuisine?"

When I was in Tokyo, I went to 'Haroboen' a few times, and the food was still good. However, I don't often watch the cooking process of Chinese cuisine, so I don't know much about what to cook with this contestant. Qiu Benbu glanced down at Zheng Ke's information, "Junketing, this hotel's reputation is limited to Kanagawa, right?"

At least she's in Tokyo, and she's very aware of the hotel's name.

Players from other countries watched intently, deducing each player's cuisine and guessing who might advance.

At this moment, a pair of boys and girls about sixteen or seventeen years old walked along the wall, bypassing the arena, and came to the corridor on the second floor.

"Whew, I'm really tired, how good would it be if I competed in Tokyo? I don't know the place here, and it's hard to find someone to ask for directions. The boy tugged at his collar, and although the air was blowing in the room, he still didn't find it enjoyable.

"If you hadn't lost your ticket, how could we have come now. Also, how did you forget your badges, if you were as reliable as you were chasing girls...... It's not right, it's not reliable for you to chase girls. The girl pouted, helpless.

"You...... I can tolerate you saying that I am not good at cooking, and I can tolerate you saying that I am not good at cooking, but please don't say that I am unreliable in chasing girls, okay?" the boy was very annoyed, which was a characteristic he liked very much.

"Hey, even the staff didn't want to talk to you just now, and dared to be cheeky and say that they were reliable. The girl grimaced at the boy, moved her gaze to the arena, and after sweeping around, she finally landed on Zheng Ke's body, "You say, what will he cook this time?"

"This, how can I know?" The boy's eyes were tightly locked on Mu Jiuzhi Yuanguo's body, "I haven't seen you for half a year, and Senior Sister Mu Jiuzhi is more mature." ”

The girl puffed up her face, this guy is really hopeless.

At this time, a young blonde European straightened up his bow tie, walked to the girl's side, like an elegant gentleman, and bowed gently, "This young lady, it's a pleasure to meet you here, may I invite you to dinner?"

"Huh, are you talking to me?" the girl asked softly.

"Of course. Since you came in, the moon has lost its light and the flowers have lost their color, and it will be a great honor for me if you could accept my invitation. The young Europeans bowed again.

The girl smiled lightly and pushed her sunglasses, "I'm sorry, I didn't want you to feel honored, so, I refused." ”

Huh, it's not the same as the script?

The blond-haired young man lifted his bow tie, "Miss, I'm a top student from France's palace-level culinary school, Soragi Gastronomy Academy, and I'm much better than these people below." ”

"Do you know this school?" the girl looked at the boy suspiciously.

"I know, it's just a second-rate school, if he doesn't say it, I'll forget about it. The boy shrugged helplessly.

"Second-rate school, then I'm sorry, sir. You still don't have that privilege. The girl bowed slightly, and her gaze swept back to the playing field.

The blonde young man opened his mouth and couldn't say a word for a long time.

At this time, one of the contestants in the arena raised his hand high, "Judge, my cooking is ready." ”

"Tell me your name, and besides, bring your food to you. ”

"Yes, I'm from Nara Prefecture, my name is Nao Okata, and I make a dish of conger eel Hachimanmaki. The Japanese chef walked up to the judges' table with the food.

"Hachimanmaki?" Kawamura's eyes lit up and he glanced at the dishes on the table.

Moray eel Hachiman roll is a traditional Japanese New Year dish that is tender and juicy with a pleasant taste.

Just like the dish in front of us, the eel is wrapped in burdock, and after being grilled on an iron frame, it is fresh and delicious, and the delicious taste of the dish stimulates the nostrils and makes it impossible to resist the deliciousness of the dish.

"Then let's start tasting, shall we?" asked Tomoshi Kawamura to Decker and Ayumi Akimoto.

The two nodded, picked up their respective utensils, took out a piece of Hachiman roll, and put it in their mouths.

The tender eel is grilled over a high fire, and the delicious flavor is locked in the eel meat, and during each grilling, the carefully prepared sauce is repeatedly applied to the eel, and then the refreshing sauce is completely submerged in the eel meat after the high heat is reduced.

"The taste is really good, this sauce is fresh and refreshing, and it is supposed to use seasonings such as sake, mirin, and thin soy sauce to remove the fishy smell of the eel itself, and also make the umami of the eel more prominent. Kawamura said informatively.

"The taste of burdock itself is slightly bitter, but the texture of the burdock is softened by boiling it in mirin, dashi stock, and thin soy sauce, and the slightly bitter taste is diluted, and the refreshing texture of the burdock itself goes well with the mirin and thin soy sauce. It's a great dish. Ayumu Akimoto closed his eyes, and the smell of moray eel Hachiman rolls lingered in his mouth for a long time.

"Thank you, teacher, for your evaluation. Ogata looked happy and bowed deeply to the judges.

The three judges picked up a pen and wrote down the scores on the cardboard.

“80”、“80”、“78”。

"Such an excellent dish is only given such a low score?" said a reporter in surprise.

"No way, this is the national competition, and in front of two three-star chefs and a top gourmet, it is not easy to score such a high score. ”

"Yes, however, this person's score basically declares that if you want to get a high score of more than ninety, you must have superior strength. ”

"I wonder who can get a score of more than 90 points?"

The three judges glanced at each other and nodded very tacitly, the cooking just now is indeed very good, if it is in a local competition, it will definitely get a good result, but this is a national competition, if you want to get a high score, you must make more excellent cooking.

Just then, another voice broke the silence.

"Teacher, my cooking is ready. ”

"Tell me your name and what you're going to cook. Ayumu Akimoto said.

"Hanazawa Maki, from Osaka, makes eggplant and tomato pie. Hanazawa Mu picked up the tray and walked towards the judges' seat.