The "Between the Moons" venue, in a corridor full of sunlight.

Ichiro Caiba, who has the name of 'Shura', looked at the gradually disappearing figure and didn't retract his gaze for a long time.

The middle-aged man, whose eyebrows were furrowed and nicknamed Medicine Daddy, obviously had too much confusion in his heart, although he deliberately left behind to accompany Nagi Senzaemon to explore the secrets of the dishes together.

At this moment, one wall was an all-glass corridor with an incomparably bright structure, and in Ichiro's field of vision, the path that the young man had walked seemed to be drifting with an unbreakable white mist.

"Daddy?"

In his pocket, the sound of the mobile phone came faintly.

Caiba Joichiro took out the hot mobile phone that he had been covering for a long time, glanced at the power grid in the upper right corner, and found that it had turned into an orange and yellow groove, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Chaoyang, let's make a long story short, just be direct if you want to ask." ”

"Of course it's the kind of ingredient that seems to be an alienated truffle version!"

Faced with the problem of the adopted son's wheezing voice.

Ichiro shook his head, "I don't understand-"

Yes!

The phone screamed with both annoyance and anger.

"How so!" Cai Bo Chaoyang shouted on the other end of the voice, "It was the same last time, that kind of 'incomprehensible' knife skills, until now, I still don't understand it, and I also try to imitate and learn according to the videotape, but the more I imitate, the more I feel stupid!" ”

Hearing this, Ichiro Saiba had a strange expression, "You got the videotape of that open class, and then went to analyze and study?" ”

"Analyze the ghost!"

There was a faint angry scolding.

"......" Ichiro Naba didn't know what to say and how to evaluate his adopted son's behavior.

At least, if it's him, after entering middle age and getting a higher hairline, although his cooking skills have reached the peak of a certain period of life, prudence and steadiness also account for the vast majority of his personality and behavior, so Ichiro Pau will not easily imitate anyone and try to control the kind of "don't understand", because, it is in a similar frenzied puzzle-solving action that he will fall deeper and deeper, until the culinary concept that he has finally created gradually falls.

"If I had been young, I would have been desperate to embrace the unknown!"

Thinking of this, Ichiro Kanami couldn't help but look back, staring at the portraits hanging high on the walls of the audience seats and stands from the entrance passage of the stadium that had not yet closed.

The portrait of the first seat of the past dynasties is arranged here.

He looked at the most legendary of them, the high-spirited Dojima Gin.

Seeing the once youthful but confident face of his good friend, Ichiro Ha thought of himself inexplicably, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, "The times have changed after all, adults ......"

On the other end of the phone, the adopted son Caibo Chaoyang was still chattering:

"Daddy, what about the others, what do they say? Nagi Senzaemon is there, right, the dignified 'Demon King of Food', can't you understand it? ”

Ichiro Chinami came back to his senses and shook his head amusedly, "It's not to watch, but to eat." ”

"I think the commander-in-chief's mood at the moment is probably similar to that of your father and me...... No, I think his feelings are deeper, after all, the changes and storms of change in the world of gastronomy are most likely to endanger the Commander-in-Chief's 'Pillar Domination' in the Neon Realm. ”

"New Era, New Crown......"

Ichiro Kanami whispered, glanced at the battery level that fell to the red warning, and cut off the real-time voice communication without saying hello.

……

Nagi Kiri's house.

After returning from the "Moon Heaven", Senzaemon sat silently in the tea house, staring at the wide open courtyard in front of him, and it took a long time to make a phone call to prepare for the unanimous approval of the board of directors' decision document:

"Division, let's take a trip to the house."

In a cooking research room in the school park, Si Yingshi was full of doubts, and put down the landline phone, "Hey, listening to the tone of the commander-in-chief, it seems that there is something big again?" It's strange, the recent school affairs arrangement, except for the "residential study" of the new students, there is basically nothing to worry about the commander-in-chief. ”

I didn't understand, Si Yingshi shook his head, and could only regret and unwillingly, glanced at the kitchen counter, and carried out halfway of the recipe research.

The main material - cow hind legs.

Excipients, spices – personal recipes that emphasize the spicy and archaic flavors.

Cooking tool – metal steamer.

"About the article "Ancient Flavor Spice Stewed Beef Leg", my personal reproduction, finally has eyebrows." Si Yingshi took off his cooking clothes and changed into the uniform of the Yuanyue boy, and reluctantly turned back to the kitchen, "The use of alienated beef is probably no problem, the point is that the 'ancient taste' of the recipe is not enough, far from enough!" ”

"Is my attainment in this area too shallow? Looks like I'm going to ask Professor Jun Shiomi! ”

Bang!

Closing the door, Si Yingshi thought about it and walked into the elevator.

……

On the shore of Lake Ashi, the distant moon leaves the palace.

This is the place where this year's freshmen will have a "residential study" hell training camp, and it is about two and a half hours away from the Far Moon campus.

The new students departed by bus in the morning, so it was noon when they arrived at the hotel.

Then, nearly 1,000 new students were notified to gather in the hotel's grand ballroom.

But an hour passed, almost two hours, and there were still no faculty members coming out to preside over the work, and there was a commotion in the hall, and the freshmen were in groups of three or five, chatting about the topic when they had nothing to do.

Polestar Liao gathered.

"Strange!"

Yoshino Yuhime, who was waiting impatiently, puffed out his cheeks and said, "According to the training experience of Isshiki seniors, the topics on the first day will be very compact!" Busy! ”

"But what's going on now—"

Listening to the girl talking loudly and venting her boredom, Ibu Saki, who was silent among the boys, cast a glance and said expressionlessly: "Wouldn't it be better to leave your energy to deal with the problem?" ”

Yoshino Yuhime was quiet for a while, but he was still idle, and quietly moved to Megumi Tadoko, and poked the girl's shoulder with his fingers, "Nana, Megumi, there are almost thousands of people gathered in this hall, right, I don't know how many people will survive!" Listen to the seniors of Isshiki, the elimination rate is terrible! ”

As she spoke, Yoshino Yuhime also carefully observed Megumi Tasoko's facial expression, expecting her reaction.

However.

It's true that Megumi treated her like air, and her forehead was sweating from time to time, but these tensions, nervousness, obviously mistaken for the occasion, were not nervous about the "residential study" that was going on at all!

“…… His Excellency Tatsugoro ordered 'Teriyaki Chicken Cutlet'...... Lord Alphonse ordered 'curry rice'...... Lord Aldorus ordered the 'fried tenderloin steak'......"

"Horse, I'll be there soon!"

The blue-haired, double-braided girl kept muttering, "Ah, oh no, Miss Fardania actually wants to eat pure vegetarian fried rice?" Eh, why is the custom recipe manuscript given to me by the store manager called "Comet Fried Rice" with the strange name......

Yoshino Yuhime and Ryoko Sakaki next to him glanced at each other.

"She didn't stop?"

Ryoko Sakaki was angry and funny, and nodded.

So Yoshino Yuhime's gaze, with a hint of sadness, held his forehead with his hand: "It's over!" Xiaohui must still be dreaming and hasn't woken up! ”