Smack, smack, smack.

The official sat down on the ground dumbfounded, and Senzaemon looked in the direction from which the applause came, and an old man with a large beard of medium stature and a square face appeared with a bunch of attendants.

Senzaemon was shocked: "Mr. President." ”

There was a commotion among the crowd, and when he appeared on the dock, it was actually the current president of Hanagai Province, who strode over and enthusiastically grabbed Senzaemon's palm.

The corners of Senzaemon's mouth moved, if it was in the past, shaking hands with the president of the world's most powerful country might still make him excited, but now this ogre king has stopped his heart.

He had long heard that the president had made a series of stupid moves in the past few months, the United Fleet had suffered repeated losses, Huazhou's communications had collapsed, and the local autonomy of Huagai had been further strengthened, and the power of the president, who had not had a high approval rating, seemed to shrink even more.

At this time, the president held Senzaemon's hand with a smile on his face: "Oh~ Mr. Nagikiri, you really have great determination and courage, and it is a blessing for mankind to have someone like you who dares to act at this critical moment of life and death." ”

"You've won the prize, Mr. President. Senzaemon nodded without humility.

"It's not too much of a prize, your guts outweigh these useless bureaucrats. The president glared at the earth-colored petty official, and continued: "It is also better than the cowards in the United States, who retreated after only two defeats. ”

Two failures.

Senzaemon was silent, and the two battles were all the resistance forces of the entire Huagai country, and now that the communication was so badly damaged and the technology was greatly regressed, the third attack did not know that it would take the year of the monkey to organize it.

Centrifugation began to sprout in various places, the effects of the severance of communications began to ferment, and the organizational power of mankind will only become weaker and weaker in the future.

Want to defeat the aliens with the level of organization during the Boer War?

Senzaemon went straight to the point: "Mr. President, you are here for. ”

"It's to see off the warriors. The President laughed: "Mr. Nagikiri, every attempt has a special meaning, and I wish you a smooth journey." ”

Senzaemon nodded, he was slightly grateful, and at the same time had a sense of sadness: "Mr. President, the old man will do his best for the sake of mankind." ”

"On behalf of humanity, I thank you, Mr. Nagikiri. ”

After a hypocritical and polite gesture, the President of the United States took out a real seal, a batch of expensive supplies, including gold, ingredients and weapons, Senzaemon thanked the president, and with a tragic struggle for the fate of mankind, sailed away from the shore.

The president watched the wrecked steamer leave the shore for a long time before turning and asking, "Mr. Morris is on board?"

"Yes, Mr. President, there are people from the Security Service in this shipping company, and although the time is urgent, everything has been arranged. ”

"That'...... What about that? yes, that's what I mean. ”

"It's all ready, and in an instant, half of Tokyo will be wiped off the face of the earth. The head of the Security Bureau raised his glasses: "Director Morris himself is on it, as long as the alien doesn't notice it...... As long as this premise is guaranteed, everything is fine. ”

"I don't believe that this alien is really completely weak and omnipotent. The president gritted his teeth and said, "How can the cowards of the United States give up the fight after only two defeats, how can this insatiable alien stop the pace of aggression? ”

"Mr. President, please rest assured, Director Morris has prepared a complete plan, if it still doesn't work......" The head of the Security Bureau squirmed his lips a few times, and finally sighed and shook his head.

The president's gritted teeth became calm as the tone of the head of the Security Bureau calmed down, and then he looked a little solemn: "If it still can't be successful, I'm afraid this will be the end of mankind." ”

......

Unaware that his ship had unwittingly mixed with a small, high-yield nuclear bomb, Nagi Senzaemon was nervously teaching his students his homework, and the resources provided by President Hanagai were partly a relief for his immediate needs, at least on the ship, they had plenty of time to hone their cooking skills with a large number of expensive and delicate materials.

Since Enzuki's teachers had already collapsed, there were not many teachers on the ship, and Senzaemon was also happy to go into battle in person.

Since moving out of the East as a whole, Tozuki was forced to stop schoolwork under the pressure of reality, and at this time schoolwork reopened, Senzaemon was helpless to find that most of these students' skills showed a state of regression.

The subject is a relatively simple aromatic mutton dish.,Senzaemon looked at these former pride of the Far Moon School Park at this time when even a piece of lamb chops would be burned.,My heart is anxious and helpless.。

He certainly understood why the skills of these students had regressed.

Yuanyue's training model was originally to spend money on training, and the students educated belonged to the flowers in the greenhouse to a considerable extent. It is not surprising that high-end cooking requires a considerable degree of luxury.

What makes these Far Moon students regress is undoubtedly the environment,In the past few months,There is no good environment like the Far Moon School Park to make them progress,On the contrary,Most of the students are faced with an environment that makes them collapse - dirty kitchens,Completely untouched with exquisite ingredients,Tasteless diners,And the poor economic conditions give them the pressure to survive。

After tasting the lamb chops delivered to his eyes, Senzaemon felt the aroma in his mouth, first feeling comfortable for a while, and then his brows furrowed tightly.

"Fruit...... Sure enough, it's a step back......" Si Yingshi looked at Senzaemon's expression, and his spirit immediately collapsed, and his face was full of dejected and discouraged expression: "Headmaster, I'...... I've regressed a lot?"

The genius chef already had some social difficulties and easily fell into self-doubt, and after months of wandering, this problem did not seem to be getting better, which made Senzaemon sigh.

High-grade porcelain that has lost its maintenance is really only smashed in a more cruel environment.

"What should be asked is how much of your level is left. Senzaemon shook his head: "Well, but it's okay, Si Yingshi, I'm very surprised that you can maintain such a level, I don't want to criticize you, you look at Ji Zhiguo, she is already confused." ”

Si Yingshi glanced at Ji Zhiguo, who had a calm expression, and Ning Ning threw a piece of black paste meat into the plate, and his spirit was even more broken: "This kind of evaluation is already tantamount to the end, ahhhh

"Alas!" Putting down the plate in his hand, Senzaemon was about to say something, when a burst of crumbling shouts suddenly came from the side: "There is no vanilla, not even nutmeg, aromatherapy? hell aromatherapy? everything is stinky! rotten! meaningless! our food has no meaning!"

The light-haired boy frantically overturned all the utensils on the kitchen table, and then lay on the ground breathing in pain, and Senzaemon looked at the boy and sighed even more.

If there is one student in the academy who has been hit the hardest during this period of time, it is probably this one, in the past four months, let alone decent spices, I am afraid that there have not even been decent ingredients.

Senzaemon looked at the 'finished product' on the ground that had tasted weird from the chaotic aroma, and sighed secretly, if it was in the previous Far Moon, it would not be surprising that such a level would be expelled.

But it is not those mediocre students who are destined to be expelled, but the ten outstanding candidates who have just won the championship last semester, and the proud son of the sky with the 'sense of smell of God'.

Senzaemon's gaze swept over the haggard faces of the students, watching these heavenly pride bow their heads one by one under his gaze, a sadness entangled in Senzaemon's heart, he was not sad about the regression of the students, this was expected.

It's about lamenting the loss of something very important to these students.

He wanted to say something, but a young man in a turban slapped the table and stood up:

"It's too ugly, Ye Shan Liang, the bastard who defeated Uncle Ben shouldn't be such a waste thing, stand up for me!" Heimu Yang Liang shouted: "Why haven't you seen you for a few months, you have become this kind of waste, it's a shame for Uncle Ben!"

"What do you know about this savage? The world is over! There will never be a time when a chef like us will be used again!" Ye Shan Liang sneered at each other with blood-red eyes: "How can you experience this feeling when you wander in the wild every day, the world that supports the cooks is over, useless! Everything is useless! These human beings struggling to survive only care about filling their stomachs, as long as the alien is still attacking, the meaning of our existence is just a migrant worker who roughens the feed." ”

He shouted hysterically, "Do you really take that alien's pastime seriously? Do you understand the alien's taste buds? Do you understand his way of thinking? You just dream of saving the earth like this? It's ridiculous." ”

"If it's useless, what are you doing on the boat?, why don't you roll down with your tail between your legs?"

"Run, Run, is still in Tokyo, I have to go back, I have to go back. Hayama Liang muttered, his expression seemed to calm down, but he looked wooden.

A wordless sadness permeated the cabin, and most of the students fell silent, as did most of them choose to return to Tokyo.

"Cowardly, there is a 1 in 10,000 chance of this kind of thing, you can't give up, and it really takes someone like Uncle Ben to save the world, and it is really a fool's dream to expect you to save that woman Alice. Kuroki Yang Liang stared at a group of dejected students for a while, and slammed the fragrant plate on the table in front of Senzaemon: "Old man, give Uncle Ben a perfect score!"

"Hmm~ Don't be dry. Senzaemon looked at the huge leg of lamb on the plate, the aroma that emanated made his eyes light up, and the shriveled muscles seemed to bulge with the intake of this aroma, and the clothes on his body were pampered, as if they might crack at any time.

The old man was blessed to the soul, and he didn't use a knife and fork, he directly reached out to grab the leg bone, bit the leg meat with his teeth and pulled it fiercely, and a stream of aroma rushed into his throat, he chewed it heavily, his hair stood on end, and his clothes made a violent sound.

"Hahaha! Look, what environment, what ingredients, spices, are all excuses for incompetents!" Hei Mu Yang Liang crossed his waist and laughed: "Why has Uncle Ben's level not regressed, and you have all become wastes, all of them should be reflected on by Uncle Ben!"

"That's right, Kuroki Yang Liang. The old man held a leg of mutton: "The fine knife work along the muscle fibers did not destroy the chewiness of the mutton at all, and the gravy of the gel was squeezed into the shredded meat like bubbles, which completely brought out the taste and texture of the mutton itself, hmm~ You also deliberately picked a wild goat with a strong taste, it seems that your level of identifying ingredients is still so sharp." ”

"Of course, don't look at who Uncle Ben is, how can this little thing be rare to hold Uncle Ben?Old man, look at these wastes, is there anyone who can beat Uncle Ben?"

"Ah~ Not necessarily. Nagi Senzaemon put down the bone stick in his hand, burped first, and opened his eyes with some satisfaction, he looked at Kuroki Yang Liang, and his heart was quite gratified, not only because there were students who ensured their level in the ordeal, but also because of Kuroki Yang Liang's performance, which opened up new ideas for him: "Ryo classmate, as far as I know, you didn't choose to look for a job to integrate into the community when you were in Hua Gaiguo, but went to the wild alone to practice, which is probably the reason why you can maintain your level." ”

"So what?" Kuroki Yang Liang raised his eyebrows: "Old man, do you want to use this as a reason to lose my full score?"

When the other students heard this, they were a little out of the haze of being hit, and they all thought that this was indeed reasonable. The personality of Kuroki Yang Liang is usually like a wild man, often haunting the wild, and at this time, he is still practicing in the wild when he arrives in the country of Huagai, which means that the harsh social environment has no impact on him, and it makes sense to maintain the standard.

How can normal people compare to wild people? They comfort themselves.

Senzaemon said: "I don't have that intention, Ryo san, it's just that I suddenly thought,Most of everyone's regression is due to the environment.,Most of the students in the school park are from cooking families.,Accustomed to high-end cuisine.,It's also to be expected that you can't adapt to the environment in the past few months.,As your teacher,,I can completely understand.。 ”

A group of students breathed a sigh of relief and felt even better.

"But ......" As soon as Senzaemon heard this, the students' attention was raised again.

"Is this kind of environment something that we can't adapt to at all? I don't think so, Kuroki Yangliang's style looks a little weird, but he has also found a way, so I think there will be students who will be able to adapt to this environment. "Senzaemon Road.

Only low-class cooks who are happy to make common people's dishes can adapt to it.

Some of the students complained in their hearts, but a few of them thought of something, and suddenly threw their eyes to the corner of the cabin, where another rich aroma wafted outward, as if the light visible to the naked eye was released from the pot. The owner's eyes widened as there were countless lines of sight in the cabin.

"So, the rating isn't over yet, cool, don't be too confident. The red hedgehog-headed boy with a turban came out of the fragrant smoke, met the cool gaze of Kuroki Yang, and put the plate in his hand on the table of the smiling Nagi Senzaemon, with an extremely serious expression: "Kohiryu vanilla smoked lamb chops, please taste them." ”