Looking at the pile of wriggling indescribable food in the pot, Ii Masaharu hesitated for a long time before picking up the chopsticks.

If you choose to be a judge, you have to eat even dark dishes.

"Is this udon?"

Holding out his chopsticks towards the black soup, he picked up a long, wriggling-shaped object stained with ink in it, and put it in the bowl and poked it.

The squirming was even stronger.

Closing his eyes, Masaharu Ii ate the long strip of object in one gulp.

Even in the mouth, the thing was still wriggling.

However, the moment his teeth were gritted open, Massaharu Ii suddenly opened his eyes.

Chew chew chew.

"Wait, what's going on with this taste?"

"It's noodles, but it's not noodles?"

Picked up another one, and this time, Masaharu Ii only bit down on one piece and looked carefully at the section.

"It's ...... Using crab meat puree as the main body, a shredded squid is added in the middle, making the noodles as a whole delicious and tough! ”

"The reason why it keeps wriggling is precisely because of the curling up of the squid shreds after being heated!"

"And the secret that keeps the shredded squid alive is ......?"

Ii Masaharu looked at Tsuchiomon Kiyoki.

"That's right, it's spiritual power, I added spiritual power to the cuisine!"

Through spiritual power to keep the ingredients fresh, this whole pot of hot pot, even after boiling in the boiling soup for so long, still maintains a delicious taste like sashimi.

The black soup is made with cuttlefish ink.

"Delicious!"

Kazuya Sakamoto tasted it and opened his eyes wide.

"Is the contrast between this appearance and the actual taste the embodiment of the harmony of yin and yang?"

"No, it's just a personal bad taste."

Tuyumen Qingming returned to his seat and continued to drink Coke and eat potato chips.

After cleaning up, Hoshikawa Yuyan served his food.

"Huh?"

On the white plate, although small cubes such as purple potatoes, bananas, and yams are scattered in the syrup, there is no special feature.

"Hoshikawa, what is this?"

Kazuya Sakamoto asked.

"Wait a minute, both of you."

After Hoshikawa put the plate on the table, he picked up a pair of chopsticks and put them on the plate like a flower.

The next moment, his hand shook slightly, and then he raised his chopsticks.

Brush –

The syrup that had not yet solidified swelled up like a fountain and was pulled out of a wave-like shape by chopsticks, and at the same time, small purple, yellow, and white squares flew up along with the syrup.

Almost at the same time, the syrup was stirred and immediately solidified, and it hung in mid-air.

It forms a galaxy.

Above the Milky Way, dotted with purple potatoes, bananas, and yams.

"The practice of this dish originated in China, and the name also comes from a poem in China, which is suspected to be the Milky Way falling for nine days, please taste it."

Hoshikawa Yuyan silently returned to his place.

Massaharu Ii picked up his chopsticks and picked up one of the yams.

I saw that the yam was still stained with syrup, and a long filament was pulled, like the tail flame of a meteor.

When you put it in your mouth, the sweet syrup is wrapped in a special yam, and it is a completely different experience from the dishes you have eaten before.

"This is like the impact of a meteor hitting the earth, through the special combination of simple ingredients, the shortcomings of the two are eliminated, and the advantages of the two are combined, even though it is just a dessert, it makes people can't stop at all!"

Ii Masaharu took one bite after another, and he didn't mean to stop the chopsticks.

After all, it's the other stomach that is used to hold sweets.

It wasn't until the two of them had almost finished eating Hoshikawa Yuyan's dishes that Qiao Qiao brought his own food.

“？”

Masasharu Ii looked at what Qiao Qiao brought up, and instinctively wanted to dodge.

It was a bomb-like thing.

"What is this, Jossan?"

Kazuya Sakamoto has already stood up.

"Qiao San's cooking style is very chic."

Masaharu Ii picked up a fan to block his expression.

"It's a bomb."

“！”

Masaharu Ii is gone.

To be precise, he hid to the side of the rostrum for a moment, staring cautiously at the thing on the table.

For a while, everyone in the audience was quiet, and the needle drop could be heard.

"It's a joke, haha, no matter how you say it, you can't use bombs to make food."

Kazuya Sakamoto tried to lighten the mood of the scene.

"Sakamoto-san, I suggest finding cover."

Qiao Qiao was already hiding behind the desk.

"What?"

Kazuya Sakamoto only saw Qiao Qiao holding a remote control switch in his hand.

Press gently.

Bang –

The bomb on the plate actually exploded.

In the sky, a sparkling firework appeared.

The shape of the fireworks, black and white, actually constitutes the shape of a cute panda.

In the midst of the fireworks, a metal object fell, and it turned out to be another bomb.

I saw the metal bomb fall, triggering the fuse and cracking the whole thing.

Smack-

The bomb split in two.

"Huh?"

Masaharu Ii smelled a scent.

This is unlike any other dish that has come before, stimulating the aroma of the nose, tongue, and all organs that can sense taste.

Swallowing his saliva, Massaharu Ii poked his head out.

On the plate, it is indeed a bomb divided into two halves.

But the bomb was only an empty shell, and at this moment it turned out to be a container, containing food.

There are black and white tofu stained red, and the minced meat exudes a spicy and pungent aroma.

Although there is no trace of ginger and garlic, the presence of both can be clearly felt in the fragrance.

"Ah, I forgot one."

Qiao Qiao said, taking out a bullet from his carry-on backpack.

Injected with spiritual power, green shoots grew on the bullet.

“？”

The onlookers had question marks on their heads.

The sprouts continue to grow and soon take on the shape of shallots.

Qiao Qiao cut it off, neatly turned it into green onions, and sprinkled it into the mapo tofu with the bullet shell as a container.

Kazuya Sakamoto and Masaharu Ii have already sat back in their seats.

"Please."

Qiao Qiao put two more bowls of rice and put them on the table.

Ii Masaharu took a spoonful of mapo tofu with a spoon and put it in front of his eyes.

The red broth wraps around two colors of tofu, as well as dark minced beef and green onions.

The moment he was in his mouth, Masaharu Ii felt a volcano erupt.

The spicy taste, which far exceeded the limit of his bearing, made Imasaharu Ii's brain tremble in an instant.

Consciousness is blank, and I have forgotten who I am, where I came from, and where I am going.

Even Masaharu Ii can't eat what is in his mouth anymore.

Knock –

Masaharu Ii fell on the table.

In his mouth, a white object gradually emerged.

"Well Ethan, well Ethan, you can't come out yet, give me back, go back."

Kazuya Sakamoto hurriedly shoved the thing back, and Massaharu Ii took a sharp breath and regained consciousness.

"This mapo tofu ......"

"That's right, this is the Great Magic Panda Hell Mapo Tofu, a high-grade dish that allows people to see the scenery of hell."

Qiao Qiao thought of the commentary he had seen in the animation and explained.