"Our main purpose this time is not to taste! Let's start judging, now I have three coins here, and I'll use them instead of ballots. One of the three examiners, one for each of them, the field and the four palaces...... Put it on the side you think is delicious! Dojima took out two empty plates and placed them in front of Kojiro Shinomiya and Megumi Tado.

Then, he took out the three coins he had prepared from his pocket and handed them to the three graduates who were working as examiners on a temporary basis.

"Hey, hey, and what about my food?" Chihuo hurriedly complained.

"Your food is placed after this main halberd...... Dojima Gingami laughed, "After all, your food is going to overwhelm them all, or let them win and lose first, and then let you overwhelm them." ”

"Okay." Chihuo knew that the other party had selfish intentions, but it was not easy to interrupt the other party's calculations.

Compared with the expectation of the red fire cuisine, Ginto Dojima still wants to wake up Kojiro Shinomiya first, which is a more important thing.

As for the outcome, there is no guessing. Even if Megumi Tadoko's cooking is good, it is still too bad to face a graduate like Kojiro Shinomiya. Moreover, in addition to being a graduate of Yuanyue, the other party is also the first seat of the Ten Masters of Yuanyue.

"I ...... Did you lose......" With her hands clenched, Megumi Tadoko, who had been praying constantly, couldn't help but be stunned when she looked at the result. Tears of bean size kept flowing from her eye sockets, dripping on her hands.

For Kohei Sozane and Megumi Tadoko, time seems to have been frozen. Looking at the three coins on Kojiro Shinomiya's plate and her empty plate, Chihuo shook his head helplessly.

It's a blow they have to go through, because that's what growth is.

Of course, this is true, but it's not over yet.

"Hah...... What a pity. But you don't have to be discouraged, because this is a natural outcome. So—I'm going to get up early tomorrow, so I'll be out of company." Everyone's worked hard. Looking at Megumi Tazo, who was stunned there, Kojiro Shinomiya couldn't help but show a mocking expression.

Looking at Kojiro Shinomiya who turned around and was about to leave, Dojima Silver hurriedly called out to the other party, "Please wait a moment, Shinomiya." ”

"What? Could it be that Dojima-senpai are planning to intercede for them? It's useless, it's a halberd! Kojiro Shinomiya said a little upset.

"No, I'm here to give you a taste of Megumi Tado's cuisine......" Dojima said with a smile.

"What's so ...... about that level of cuisine?" said Kojiro Shinomiya disdainfully.

"Taste it, Shinomiya." Dojima Silver said firmly.

"Okay." Kojiro Shinomiya still had to compromise in the face of Dojima Gin.

The internal vegetable compartment is actually uneven, and the vegetables such as carrots and zucchini are cut into strips, and from the critical eyes of the five judges, the knife skills can be said to be ...... Appalling!

Megumi Tasho is still nervous when cooking, but she still can't achieve the perfect performance.

It's a dish that Kojiro Shinomiya really doesn't want to try, but now he can only try it.

"Hmph, such a clumsy knife skill ......" did not rush to eat it, but used a fork to fork up a small piece of French jelly, put it in the bottom of his eyes to observe, Shinomiya Kojiro only had a "clumsy" evaluation of the knife skill, and then slowly opened his mouth.

After chewing, the mouth is very light, this is the taste of the original French tundra.

However, as his teeth bite through the boiled vegetables, a cooking intention mixed in the torrent of juice invades Kojiro Shinomiya's heart!

The fork that was clenched tightly was suddenly out of his hand when he tasted a little bit of Tanzokemi's cuisine.

"How can this slightly sour taste be amplified...... Unqualified! Absolutely unqualified! Kojiro Shinomiya struggled in vain.

Sour!

Even if it's just a hint of sourness, it's really indescribable.

Silently picked up the fork, took out a handkerchief and wiped it clean, Kojiro Shinomiya didn't say a word, and once again forked up a piece of French frozen and sent it to the import.

"Boom!"

Something was pried open.

In the blink of an eye, Hokkaido is in early spring.

There was still snow and ice that had not yet melted in the field ridges, and a beautiful and gentle mother stood at the end of the ridges and shouted softly to a girl who had just learned to walk with hemp braids: "Xiaohui, Xiaohui, come here, I'm here!" ”

The girl was dressed thickly, her coat wrapped her in a fat coat, the air was still cold, her cheeks were a lovely flush, babbling, crooked, step by step.

"Smack."

Suddenly, Kojiro Shinomiya frowned.

The girl named Xiaohui fell, and the ground was covered with hard ice, but as soon as she fell, the girl immediately sat up, and her eyes were as clear and immaculate as jewels, and she firmly fixed on her mother who was standing on the other side of the ridge, and got up again.

Syllable. He didn't take a few steps before he fell again.

Kojiro Shinomiya turned his head a little unbearable, but out of the corner of his eye, he was still paying attention to the girl who was hobbling and walking.

"You're so stupid!"

Soon, the girl fell for the third time, and Kojiro Shinomiya cursed coldly and hardly, seeing that the girl's palms were red and her knees and body were full of ice slag, he sighed in his heart and planned to walk over to help her.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she took half a step with her right foot, the girl got up again, tears were already rolling in her eyes, but she did not cry, but stretched out her hands, like a clumsy penguin on the ice, her little face tensed and tried her best to maintain her balance, and walked forward little by little.

"Fools are going to be eliminated!"

Kojiro Shinomiya said that when he saw the girl happily thrown into his mother's arms, for some reason, there was a trace of sourness in the corners of his eyes.

"Kojiro!"

There was a mother's call behind him, and Shinomiya's body suddenly tensed.

The picture changes again, and Kojiro Shinomiya finds himself smaller, with a dirty school uniform on his body, and pain coming from his face, arms, and back in many places.

raised his arms in a daze, on his thin arms, there was a blue and a purple one, this was not a bruise, but a "record" left by fighting with other little friends.

The environment is also a country road that Kojiro is familiar with, with verdant fields on both sides of the road, and many childhood memories come to mind at once, he used to catch dragonflies with nets on the path of the field, once caught small fish in the clear stream, and once lay on the grass on the slope, resting his head on his hands, quietly watching the clouds drifting in the sky, and ......

"The taste of home!"

Kojiro Shinomiya thought in disbelief that at this time, the beautiful mother walked up to him and crouched down, looking at the little boy who had become embarrassed by the fight with his friends.

"Kojiro, why are you fighting with them again?" With her white hands, his mother brushed the grass fibers off his clothes.

His hair was also messy, and during the weeds upside down, his mother also used her hands to carefully sort him out, and finally used a pair of warm palms to hold his bruised little face, and when she saw that he didn't speak, she said with a smile in her eyes: "It must be because of your bad character that my little friend fought with you." If you don't reflect on it, no one will want to play with you in the future. ”

Hum!

Turning his head, Kojiro Shinomiya subconsciously said, "I'll be alone!" No need for a partner! ”

Syllable. A slight pain came from the forehead.

The young mother stretched out her finger and flicked the young man's forehead, her eyes flashing helplessly, "Kojiro, give me a good obedience!" ”

The nose was sour all at once.

Fighting with his friends, the boy didn't cry, but now he was completely caught in his mother's gentle offensive, and Kojiro Shinomiya couldn't control himself at all, so he fell into that warm embrace, hugged his mother's neck tightly, and didn't want to let go.

Cry.

Cry a lot.

The difficulties and dangers encountered in opening a restaurant in the war zone in Paris, France, the depression accumulated in my heart, and the fear that my cooking skills will not be able to go further are all vented in the warm embrace, through crying......

Bang dang!

The fork fell on the table, and Kojiro Shinomiya propped up the table with both hands and buried his head deeply.

His expression was completely buried under those glasses.

At this moment, no one knew what he was thinking.