What kind of painting style will the dishes that gather the "cooking skills" of the top elites of late-night cooks be?

Xia Yan, who had no clue, suddenly became interested when he heard Sigong's speculation.

Chaotic?

The style can be so.

But what about "drugged"? Won't the "treasures" that give a dish its characteristics conflict, and how to solve the problem of incompatibility between fire and water as the head chef?

Xia Yan didn't bother to think about it, after a while, wouldn't the ready-made answer be in front of him, as for whether it was wrong or wrong, it depended on Caibo Chaoyang's integration ability.

Of course, Xia Yan is very optimistic about Caibo Chaoyang.

Dignified medicine brother.

His talent is unlike any other late-night cook.

You must know that in the original work, Brother Yao used the 'Staggered Blade', equipped himself with the treasures of many late-night chefs, and then wore a kryptonite god costume to have a final showdown with Kohei Chuangzhen, and then he was defeated gorgeously.

Therefore, Brother Yao has the ability to gather all the "treasures" and use them at the same time without conflict.

"I hope you will work together, at least you have to touch the corners of the 'pseudo-Lin', otherwise it will be too boring......"

Xia Yan waited for the task to pop up, but the system didn't respond at all, he could only whisper and smile, turned his back to Shinomiya, Erina and others, waved his hand, and went to the ingredient warehouse of "Akita So" by himself, and began to select ingredients and prepare his strongest dishes.

Pseudo-Lin?

Kojiro Shinomiya keenly grasped the word.

Regarding the word 'Lin', Erina even knows more about this product than Shinomiya, who has graduated for many years, which is also thanks to what she has seen and heard in the paradise world.

In particular, the battle of the Inhuman Pavilion where the vast boats gathered had only come to an end, and in this battle, one by one the "pseudo-lins" appeared on the stage and fled in disgrace.

Shao'an, flowers in spring......

Erina's mind flashed through these names.

So, a strong look of doubt appeared in the girl's eyes, "This group of people, the dishes cooked together, can really reach the height of 'pseudo-lin'?" ”

Listening to her tone, I was stunned for a long time.

"You seem to understand what that word means?"

Erina found that the four palaces were staring at her, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but smile, "Of course! ”

"Pseudo-Lin, in essence, is a group of people who have brought the road of 'special' to the end."

"In other words, it's the ultimate superb."

Kojiro Shinomiya's eyes flashed with longing and fanaticism, "That's ......"

"What is the boundary between the special grade and the so-called 'lin', which really distinguishes these two groups? I only know that the Grand Grade must have dazzling qualities, which are summarized by generations as broken paintings. ”

Belch!

At this moment, Erina was stuck, and the smile on the corner of her mouth stagnated.

Fortunately.

Xia Yan turned a corner from the ingredient warehouse of "Akitano", turned back, and almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he saw the embarrassing appearance of the tsundere goods' face gradually turning red.

It's rare, in terms of cooking skills, the 'tongue of the gods' also has times when they are confused.

Actually, Erina can't be blamed.

I'm afraid that the ghost father who locked her up in the small black house has already caught up with Nagi thistle, who has caught up with the footsteps of Dojima Silver and Ichiro Shotami, and only realized the word 'Lin' after leaving Nagi Cha's house many years later.

As for the old man Senzaemon, it is impossible to help the seedlings grow and instill too much knowledge into the girl that far exceeds her culinary rank.

"The dazzling quality is the interpretation of 'broken painting', if you go a little deeper, senior of the four palaces, think about it, is the dazzling you want to see, is it a blurred holy light, or a magnificent world rushing towards you?"

Kojiro Shinomiya's body was shocked.

The "dazzling" he hoped for was by no means the holy light, but the ......

In the past, when I was a child, when I ate at a French restaurant on holidays, my mother tasted the chef's skills and smiled with joy on her face.

"It doesn't have to be grandiose." Shinomiya pushed the frame of his glasses, and the corners of his mouth curled, "Just need to see the smile from the bottom of your heart to sweep away your tiredness, such a face you want to see, it's enough." ”

He was muttering to himself, ignoring the strange-looking Yuanyue students next to him.

"Huh!"

Cai Bo Chaoyang, who had temporarily ended a quarrel and probably assigned their respective tasks, turned his head to look for Xia Yan's figure, he had just caught a glimpse of Xia Yan going to the food warehouse, but now that he looked at it, Xia Yan only had a fishing net in his hand.

A 'cherry snapper', in the aquarium net, struggles and jumps from time to time.

"Is it just a snapper?"

Caibo Chaoyang was puzzled, "Don't you need other materials?" ”

Xia Yan shook his head, "I only look for the main branch of the dish, and other trivial materials, let my assistant chef find them." ”

As he spoke, he found a pen and paper, wrote a list, and glanced at the few people he brought, "Erina, you can go." ”

Miss Yuanyue suddenly felt a kind of trust, her eyes lit up a little, and she ran away, carrying the wind, and her steps were very neat.

I was just about to reach out to pick up the list for a long time, and I was happy, but for some reason it was a little sour:

"Cut!"

"You said that this eldest lady and the new secretary exchanged souls, I believe it, why are you so diligent, there is a sense of licking a dog? Anyway, only wild dogs lick crown pearls! ”

Caibo Chaoyang watched Xia Yan write down the list one by one.

Remove the sea bream.

It is a strange material such as cabbage, spring bamboo shoots, and crab roe.

Oh yes.

There is also a special note on "spring roll dough" and a description of the alternatives:

If there is no spring roll wrapper, prepare flour.

"Commander Caibo—"

At this time, Caibo Chaoyang, who was tangled and thinking, was woken up by the late-night chef.

"The ingredients are ready."

"Look at it."

Sister Yu's long-legged 'Jun Cao' Sha Qi opened a special box for alienated ingredients, and inside it was an alienated ingredient that was very familiar to the teachers and students of Yuanyue-

Snowflake-patterned Wagyu beef!

"Good!"

Caibo Chaoyang nodded.

As the headquarters, "Akitaso" has a more advanced alienation material than 'Alienated Wagyu Beef', which is comparable to treasure-grade fish roe, but the more advanced the ingredients, the higher the requirements for fine processing, and it is not suitable for the occasion of the team's halberd at all.

Here we go!

The crowd moved to the third floor.

There are no shops here, and the entire floor is dedicated to the kitchen.

Brand new stainless steel platforms are lined up, the overhead lights are turned on at the same time, and the floor tiles are shining with a dazzling luster.

On the central kitchen counter, a piece of fresh beef with ribs and blood stains is placed.

And the late night chef who first stepped in front of the stage.

Nicknamed 'The Red Black Executioner'.

This is a man with a chemical maniac's painting style, with a cold expression, holding a special kitchen utensils in the shape of a needle tube in both hands.

Laugh at!

Two needles, pierced in the fine texture of snowflakes.

Boom Boom ......

The sound of sucking echoes in the empty kitchen.

Jiu I Teruki and Kohei Soma both widened their eyes, and were shocked by the change in the beef on the table, "Snowflake layer...... In ablation! Disappear! ”

"Is this extracting the fat out of the ingredients?"

Kojiro Shinomiya's face was strange.

He knew that one of the problems in dealing with this 'alienated Wagyu beef' was the excess snowflake fat layer, but he never thought that the fat could be separated so roughly.

Click!

The sound of mechanical gears starting to run.

"It's my turn."

A slender female voice, but with an irrepressible tyrannical aura.