After Zheng Ke returned to school, he looked back on the battle with Kuga Zhaoji. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The cuisine of Jiu Ji Ji is indeed very novel, even Zheng Ke wants to eat it himself. But the two had a difference of opinion on the next matter, and they broke up unhappily, and they didn't have the opportunity to taste the shrimp slippery that I had been doing for a long time.

Xuan Li is an expert-level figure in Chinese cuisine, since even she thinks that the two of them are comparable in cuisine, they should be about the same.

And Jiu I Zhaoji and Yishihui are students of the same level, which proves that Zheng Ke has the capital to really fight with Yishihui after advancing to become a D-level chef, which should be a good start for him.

For a long time, I made a brand new dish, but Zheng Ke didn't use all his strength. So this competition is mixed with water, but more or less.

This also made Zheng Ke's mood a lot better, he at least has the strength to make an impact on the top ten next year.

Without the cluttered trivialities, Zheng Ke's life returned to normal. Polestar Liao, the school, and the highlights of the West, three points and one line. It's just that when he was working at Western Highlights, Zheng Ke noticed that Takeshi Ueda had become very little time in the store, and even if he showed up, he was absent-minded. The other employees also looked abnormal, and when they asked them, they were silent.

Maybe these people have something to hide from themselves, but if they don't say it, Zheng Ke has no other way.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a week passed.

After Zheng Ke finished the "food safety" course, he returned to Polestar Liao and saw five or six people around the TV.

"Hey, what kind of show are you watching when so many of you gather around?" Zheng Ke put the book on the table and asked a few people watching the TV.

"Food show. Yoshino Yuhime looked back and said.

"When did you like to watch food shows?" asked Zheng Ke curiously.

This should be a kind of chain of contempt, where experts look down on the professional, and the professional looks down on the amateur.

I want a top cooking school like Yuanyue Gakuen.,I've always looked down on the cuisine made by other chefs.。

"Zheng Ke is a program for Bai Shilong's seniors. Asami replied.

"Huh, ahem...... His show?"

Zheng Ke, who was drinking tea, almost choked, but after relieving himself, he hurriedly put the water cup on the table and came to the TV.

I saw Shiraishi Ryuichi and two other people sitting on the judges' bench, looking at a person in an apron in the audience, who was busy making a dish.

Zheng Ke looked intently at the food that the man was about to make for five or six seconds, but he still didn't see what the man wanted to do.

"Teacher, my cooking is ready. The yellow-haired middle-aged man in an apron straightened up and said to the three judges in the judges' seat.

The three judges immediately stood up from the judges' bench and walked to the operating table.

"This is your cooking?" asked Shiraishi Ryuichi with a frown as he looked at the food on his plate.

"Yes, teacher. ”

"Excuse me, can you explain what this dish is?" asked a man with a mustache.

"It's a love rice ball ......"

Rice balls?

This really refreshed Zheng Ke's understanding of rice balls, shouldn't rice balls be foods that should be held into balls with ingredients such as rice and fish fillets?

The dish on the operating table has rice, fish, and vegetables, which is true, but if this person hadn't said that it was rice balls, Zheng Ke felt that it was no different from fried rice. The three rice balls are stacked on top of each other, and they can't be separated at all.

"You say it's a rice ball?" The short and fat mustache frowned and said in a stiff tone, "That's enough, I've never seen a rice ball like this, and if you say it's fried rice, I'll probably admit it......"

"Eh, who is this mustache?" Zheng Ke said curiously.

"He is Yukie Shimamura, a food critic, one of the three judges of this show, and a little famous in the food circle. Senior, I really envy you for being able to participate in the training organized by Bai Shilongyi's predecessors. Yoshino Yuhime looked back at Zheng Ke with teary eyes.

Zheng Kegan laughed twice, didn't speak again, and stared at the TV.

Intensive training camp? Don't really come back to those days.

"The last judge is a beautiful chef named Kiyomi Nakai, who is very nice. Yoshino said.

"How do you know?" Zheng Ke looked at the last judge, saying that he was a chef, but he was dressed in a fancy way, which looked particularly eye-catching.

"There were already two people who had already been judged just now, and all of them were out, and what Yukie Shimamura said was very difficult to hear, and Senior Shiraishi had a zombie face, and his expression was the same as when we first met him, only Nakai Kiyomi would encourage those contestants with a pleasant face. Asami explained.

Zheng Ke nodded, and the attitude of female lecturers in general would be better, such as Mina Kamihara, such as ......

The shadow of Xuanli was highlighted in his mind, uh...... She still forgot it.

At this time, Nakai Kiyomi in the show disregarded her own image and reached out to pick up a rice ball, but somehow, the fingers that passed through the manicure were particularly dazzling.

What's the matter with this female judge? Even if you love beauty, you don't have to put nail art on your fingers, do you? You're a judge.

"It's embarrassing, but it tastes good. Nakai Kiyomi smiled like a flower, pulled out a piece of kitchen paper, wiped her hands, and twisted her ass back to the judges' seat.

Yukie Shimamura pinched his nose and took a bite of the rice ball, his face became more and more ugly, "Have you ever made such a rice ball before?"

"Yes, teacher, I often make rice balls like this for my son. ”

"Is your son still alive?"

"It's healthy, teacher. ”

"It turns out that there are miracles in the world. Yukie Shimamura sneered and returned to his seat with a calm face.

Only one of the judges, Ryuyi Shiraishi, did not taste it, and everyone's attention hit him.

The five or six people in front of the TV all held their breath, expecting Ryuichi Shiraishi's reflection.

Shiraishi Ryuichi picked up a spoon, mashed the rice balls, scooped a spoonful from it, stuffed it into his mouth, and then returned to the judges' bench in silence.

At this time, the program took the opportunity to insert advertisements, and it seems that it is not only Huaxia's entertainment programs that are panting at the critical moment.

"What do you think Ryuichi Shiraishi will choose?" asked Yoshino Yuhime, taking the opportunity.

"Then who can guess?" replied Ryoko.

"Where's the senior?" Yuhime Yoshino turned over and asked Zheng Ke and Asami.

"It's all possible. Zheng Ke pondered for a moment and said.

"Eh, it's the same as I didn't say, there are only two answers. Yoshino Yuhime said dissatisfied.

"I want to ...... I understand what seniors mean. A timid voice came out of the crowd, and the owner of the voice was like a little white rabbit, very unconfident in his words.

"Xiaohui, then what do you mean by talking about seniors?"

"There were already two people who appeared just now, and Shiraishi's seniors were very clean and denied them all. But this time, Senior Shiraishi didn't speak, obviously not thinking about it yet. ”