It's this kind of food again! It's this kind of B-class cuisine for ordinary people again!

Damn bastards! Arrogant wild dogs! Every time I defile my tongue with this dish! '

Looking at Qian Chen with a smile on his face, Erina is now eager to slap the bean skin on his face.

If it was a private tasting, Erina wouldn't hesitate to do it.

But here, she just can't.

Because this is the stage of the sacred halberd.

If she dares to do so, she will be severely punished by IGO.

Not only her grandfather can't save her, but even the entire far moon will be implicated.

Erina could only resist this urge to rub and rise, and admonished herself in her heart over and over again.

'This bastard is just a wild dog who doesn't know the preciousness of precious stones!' A wild chef of unknown origin! And I will be the queen of King's Landing Far Moon, and even the entire Japanese cuisine world!

I don't know him as well! Not as knowledgeable as him! '

According to the rules of the halberd, Erina must taste it before she can make a judgment on the result of the halberd.

At the thought that she had to taste this bastard's food, Erina's mentality, which she had finally calmed down, was about to explode again!

'This bastard did it on purpose! It must be! He knew that I couldn't refuse to taste the food on the halberd, so he deliberately made this vulgar B-grade dish. He must be secretly happy in his heart now! '

Erina subconsciously looked at Qian Chen.

Sensing Erina's gaze, Qian Chen smiled.

But this smile was misunderstood by Erina again.

'This bastard! He's laughing at me! ’

Erina almost broke the chopsticks directly.

Naoki Takemoto, who has been secretly observing Erina's demeanor, is like a mirror in her heart.

It is rumored that the Tongue of God has had a conflict with this kid, and it seems to be true. ’

So in response to Marcus's statement, Naoki Takemoto sneered.

"Hehe, no matter how beautiful it is, it can't change the fact that this is a B-grade cuisine."

But Naokaki Takemoto apparently forgot that Marcus's profession was that of a diplomat who ate by mouth.

The mouth cannon skill is not only full, but also has a lot of messy side skills, such as 'Appearance Elegance', 'Constant Smile', 'Inconsistent Heart', 'Enemy Anger Accumulates Acceleration', and so on.

"Chef Takemoto means that B-class cuisine is not worthy of being on the stage of halberd. It turns out that Chef Takemoto has a longer vision than the king and the god of cooking, which is really rude. ”

Marcus! All of a sudden, he buttoned the hat of 'despising the king of heaven and the god of cooking' to the top of Naoki Takemoto's head.

After all, the rules of the halberd were led by several kitchen gods, and the kings and dragon chefs of the world were witnessed and signed together.

The original document was even engraved directly into a huge crystal, which is still preserved in the lobby of the IGO headquarters, and it can be seen as soon as you enter the gate.

There is no rule that restricts the appearance of folk snacks on the halberd stage.

Takemoto Naoki's face suddenly turned red, and he quickly opened his mouth to refute.

"I'm not! I didn't mean that! Don't talk nonsense! ”

If this big hat is really buttoned down, his life will be over, which is equivalent to cutting himself off from the world's culinary world.

Looking at Marcus with a smile on his face, Naoki Takemoto felt worse than eating a fly.

"Sa! The judges are about to taste Chef Chin's dishes! The final result of this Sacred Halberd is about to be revealed! ”

Seeing that the two of them were chatting to death again, Yoko Kobayashi hurriedly ran out to save the scene, and at the same time kept hinting at the three judges with her eyes.

'What a joke! Hurry up and give it to the old lady! ’

As a qualified diplomat, Marcus was a man who knew how to read the atmosphere, and he shrugged his shoulders with a feigned sense of humor.

"Anyway, let's try it first, a certain beauty can't wait."

Naokaki Takemoto was angry and unspeakable, so he had to bury his anger in his heart for the time being, and at the same time make up his mind.

As long as Qian Chen's cooking had a trace of flaw and was caught by him, he would criticize him severely.

"I can't help it, diplomat, I don't believe you can't deal with you powerless and powerless wild cook!" ’

The two of them picked up a piece of bean skin and put it in their mouths almost in no particular order.

In an instant, the expressions of the two froze.

The scene was silent except for the sound of chewing, and the frequency of chewing was getting faster and faster.

Seeing that the other two judges had already moved their chopsticks.

Erina knew she couldn't put it off any longer.

She had no choice but to endure the discomfort in her heart, slowly stretched out the chopsticks to the bean skin, picked up a piece, and slowly returned it to her mouth.

It looked like he was eating canned herring.

In the end, she resisted the urge to throw chopsticks and carefully put the bean skin in her mouth.

The crispy epidermis is split directly under the action of the teeth.

A mixture of eggs, fat, and mung beans slowly spread.

The salted egg yolk particles mixed in the epidermis have become a stroke of genius.

It not only gives the skin a more layered flavor and appears more intense, but also greatly reduces the greasy feeling.

The epidermis is shattered, revealing bloody glutinous rice covered by the epidermis.

The mellow glutinous rice fragrance blooms on the tip of the tongue, and the halogen incense becomes the best embellishment.

Sichuan pepper, cinnamon, star anise, fennel... Even the unruly lava peppers are perfectly blended into the marinade.

The crispiness of the skin, the softness of the blood glutinous rice, and the richness of the marinated dice, a variety of flavors are perfectly combined, and you can enjoy the carnival on the tip of the tongue.

And as the tongue of the god who is more sensitive than ordinary people, Erina's experience is deeper.

An inexplicable sensation spread directly from the tip of her tongue to her whole body, comfortably making her close her eyes, fascinated by it.

In a daze, Erina seemed to hear the sound of her clothes being torn, and at the same time felt a lightness in her body.

When she opened her eyes again, her vision was no longer the stage of the halberd, but a city with the architectural style of the Celestial Empire a hundred years ago.

There are merchants on the streets.

There are drivers pulling rickshaws.

There are hawkers who are busy in the stalls.

Men are either in kaftans or in old-fashioned suits.

Most of the women wore cheongsam.

Erina looked at it, and I don't know when, her body was replaced with a gold and red cheongsam.

This cheongsam is very tight-fitting, and it fully shows off her proud figure that far surpasses her peers.

The slits on both sides are opened directly to the root of the thigh, as if the indescribable mystery will be revealed inadvertently with a single movement.

The front of the cheongsam is embroidered with a golden dragon, and the part of the dragon's claws is just grasping the peak on the right.

Luxurious and colorful.

The scene in front of her is so real that Erina can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality.

When she came to her senses with a blushing face.

She was horrified to find that the two palm-sized pieces of bean skin on her plate were completely gone.

Not only that, but even the halide that fell on the plate was unconsciously twisted into her mouth.

Erina felt as if there was a thick scent of halogen wrapped around her lips and tongue.

She subconsciously stretched out her fingers and ran them across her red lips, which were so bright because of the oil.

"It smells so good!"