Soon, both dishes were served to Senzaemon at the same time.

On the left-hand side is Erina's dish, with three squares on the orange-yellow sauce, wavy corners, translucent dumplings, and you can vaguely see the red shrimp meat inside, and a few pieces of seaweed are sprinkled on top of the dumplings.

On the right is Qian Chen's cuisine, he did not use a plate but directly served a small bamboo steamer, in which three crystal clear, neatly wrinkled dumplings exuded an alluring golden luster under the illumination of the light.

Erina and Qian Chen actually made the same choice, making shrimp dumplings and using steaming as a processing method.

The ingredients are similar, and the workmanship is similar.

This is a hard power contest between the two sides, and there is no excuse for the loser!

"Let's start tasting, then."

Senzaemon first brought Erina's shrimp dumplings to himself.

Qian Chen has no objection to him giving Erina the advantage of going first.

He had anticipated this when he was selected as a judge by Senzaemon.

Erina glared at Qian Chen coldly, her violet pupils emitting a cold luster.

She stepped forward slowly, adjusted her breathing, and subconsciously set off her right hand under the towering 'murder weapon', making the pair of murder weapons even more 'fierce'.

Erina, with a powerful aura like a queen, began to introduce with confidence.

"This is my dish Norwegian shrimp dumplings, the meat of Norway shrimp is firm and delicious...

As he spoke, Senzaemon had already put the square shrimp dumplings in his mouth along with the sauce and seaweed.

"Hmm!!"

His eyes widened sharply.

The shrimp meat grown in the low temperature and deep sea pressure environment instantly showed unparalleled elasticity and toughness, as if it was alive in his mouth.

And the perfect processing technique makes this freshness reach the extreme.

There is no doubt that Erina has brought out the best of this precious ingredient to the limit, and it is only with the help of the tongue of the gods that the ingredients can be made through subtle adjustments again and again.

In this shrimp dumpling, the tongue of the gods has reached a point where mortals cannot reach it.

And this is an important reason why the Tongue of God is truly admired by chefs.

The sensitive tongue of the gods will always be able to find the shortcomings that ordinary tongues can't find, and improve these shortcomings to make the dish perfect. And not just to enhance the ability to taste.

Erina is like the most skilled gem craftsman, and under her polishing, the ingredients are presented in the most perfect posture!

Crash!

Senzaemon's shirt spread out without warning, revealing his tense muscles and scars, not at all like the upper body of a six- or seven-year-old man.

This scene, Qian Chen looked extremely spicy.

But Erina actually had a smug expression on her face, as if she had already won the victory.

The waiters who watched the battle from the sidelines, the bodyguards and assistants of the Nagi family couldn't help but talk about it.

"There it is! Appeared! ”

"Lord Marshal's clothes are torn!"

"Now it's a win!"

"I'll just say, how could Erina-sama lose to this wild chef who ran out of nowhere!"

At this time, Senzaemon calmly put on his clothes, and then commented.

"What a perfect Norwegian prawn dumpling! Erina, your cooking skills have improved again! ”

Erina responded with a smile on her face.

"Grandpa, thank you for the compliment."

Then she turned her head slightly and looked at Qian Chen with a proud expression, as if to say, 'Now it's your turn, common people!' ’

Qian Chen shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything. What he likes most is to respond to other people's provocations with practical actions.

"Cantonese shrimp dumplings, please taste."

And then, gone!?

Qian Chen introduced it simply.

Senzaemon gave him a meaningful look, and then picked up a crystal clear shrimp dumpling with chopsticks and put it in his mouth...

"Uh-huh-hmm!!"

Nagi Senzaemon suddenly widened his eyes, his hair fluttered like a lion, and he couldn't help but let out a lotus in his throat! 's weird sounds.

In his sight, a shrimp soldier with tiger stripes on his body stabbed at him with a bamboo shoot spear in his hand!

The smoothness and sweetness of the shrimp and the crispness and sweetness of the bamboo shoots combine to form a powerful joint offensive of taste and texture, which is wanton in his mouth.

Without warning, the upper half of his shirt exploded open, shattering in the air.

But he didn't realize it, threw away the chopsticks directly, reached out and grabbed the two remaining shrimp dumplings in the bamboo cage, scooped them up without grace, and threw them into his mouth.

After swallowing the two shrimp dumplings, Senzaemon suddenly spat out a mouthful of thick white mist, as if he had just exited his cultivation state.

Then, without saying a word, he pushed the empty steamer forward, and at the same time stood up and announced loudly.

"There is no doubt about it! The winner this time is Qian Chen! ”

Senzaemon's verdict was like a huge thunderbolt that struck Erina's head.

There was an unbelievable look on that exquisite, beautiful face that people worshipped as goddesses.

"How is that possible!?"

The violet pupils visibly lost focus, and Erina staggered back a few steps and fell straight backwards.

Qian Chen was afraid that her head would hit the kitchen counter behind her, so he kindly helped her.

Unexpectedly, she slapped Qian Chen's palm away.

"You don't have to be pitiful!"

Then he stood up straight, like a queen who would not give in to the face of a dead country, and looked directly at Senzaemon behind the table.

"Grandpa, tell me where you lost."

Erina doesn't doubt Senzaemon's fairness, but her heart is full of unwillingness.

She had done her best, so why did she still lose?

She didn't understand it at all.

Senzaemon sighed deeply and replied.

"All."

"All!?"

Erina's eyes widened suddenly, she could never have imagined that her closest grandfather would give such an outrageous answer.

Senzaemon seems to be completely integrated into the identity of an absolutely impartial judge.

"That's right, that's all. Whether it is from the production of the skin, or the preparation of the filling, or the mastery of the heat, every tiny detail, you lose.

You did it perfectly.

And he ... ”

Senzaemon pointed at Qian Chen.

"But beyond perfection!"

Senzaemon's words are like a coffin.

In the judges, he is his own grandfather, and he has the advantage of cooking first, the quality of the ingredients is similar, and the workmanship is similar, but Qian Chen's cuisine has surpassed Erina in an all-round way.

This can only mean one thing - Qian Chen's culinary strength has caused her to crush Chiguoguo.

"You, you're better at cooking than I am."

After forcibly honoring her previous bet, Erina left in despair.