"Wait a minute, please. Just as the judges picked up their chopsticks and were about to pick up the transparent fish on the iceberg and start trying, a female voice suddenly sounded again.

It was Ms. Fushimi Yuki from Hokkaido, who attracted the attention of everyone in the room, except for those who were focusing on making their own sushi dishes.

Fushimi Xue didn't panic either, she bowed slightly to everyone in the audience, got up and smiled, "I wonder if we are lucky enough to taste this amazing sushi dish of yours, Chef Chen?"

It turned out to be for food, no wonder she jumped out when she was supposed to watch quietly.

Or is there a foodie attribute lurking in every female chef's heart?

"Naturally, there is no problem. Chen Hu replied with a smile.

"I cut a total of 72 slices of sashimi on the iceberg, and if I wasn't afraid that my appetite would not be satisfied, I could accept another 63 people from the audience in addition to Ms. Fushimi and the eight judges. If you're okay, I can have the staff draw lots on the spot right away to select the remaining 63 qualified. ”

"No problem!"

"We agree!"

The rest of the audience agreed.

can have the opportunity to eat this dish, so they don't care if this kind of performance will be very LO and have no identity. Anyway, they now understand that the chef Chen Hu Chen in front of them is a monster, and in terms of cooking, no one can beat him, including the master Kobayashi who is engrossed in making sushi and the three official judges, so he missed the opportunity with his identity, so it is better to put down his body and taste this sushi dish that is also not inferior to the previous glowing dish.

What if you're inspired?

What's more, it doesn't seem that they can't make this dish. Isn't it just an iceberg? We can't carve such a beautiful one, can we still make a big ice lump that looks like it?

And the fish, isn't it just thinly sliced? We just practice, we are all chefs, who is worse than whom!

So taste is key! They need to taste it, feel it, write it down, and then wait until they go back and replicate it. I can't say that in the future, they will be able to get such a town restaurant dish in their respective restaurants.

Iceberg sea bream?

This is probably prepared to not even have a face, like a certain country to learn!

Although they do appear to be descended from the same ethnic group of people by kinship.

Then the staff reappeared, under the expectation of the audience, selected sixty-three lucky ones as quickly as possible, sent chopsticks, lined up, organized this group of obviously seen each other, and even took out a random one that could be widely known in the local area, and even some famous guys in the entire island food circle stepped forward one by one, and sandwiched the sea bream meat for tasting.

"Hmm......"

The wonderful taste spreads out in everyone's mouth, and the tender elasticity and cold touch make people feel the purest taste of ice and snow in an instant.

But before they could feel the cold of 'Iceland', the cold east faded under their gaze, and everything began to revive, and a feeling like spring rose from their hearts.

The blood began to surge, and the mouth opened and closed involuntarily, like a live snapper writhing in their mouth, trying to break free from their 'tiger's mouth'.

"How could I let you out!" cried the diners in their hearts. Then he swallowed his throat violently, and the softened snapper rushed into their esophagus and slid into their stomachs like dragons returning to the sea.

A strong appetite began to grow in their hearts, and everyone couldn't help but stretch out their chopsticks to pick up another piece of fish.

"Smack!"

The chopsticks collided, and the crisp sound woke everyone up.

"The fish is gone!"

A huge sense of dissatisfaction, frustration and longing came to their hearts, and they turned their heads and looked at Chen Hu who was watching the show with pitiful eyes, with a look of pleading in his eyes.

Forget about the old man or something, Chen Hu basically ignored it, but the girl, especially the prayer of a woman like Fushimi Xue with a unique temperament and a unique charm, Chen Hu really couldn't help but laugh dryly, and said dryly, "I'll go get the ingredients." ”

Then I quickly ran to the food section, took more sea bream, processed it now, cut it into fillets and spread it on top of the iceberg.

As for the sauces, they don't care about them, they eat them first.

At this time, Kobayashi Motohama finally finished his sushi cooking, took a long breath, raised his head and opened his mouth to speak, but he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

What did he see? A group of refugees? A huge sense of loss followed by the satisfaction of finishing the meal broke into Kobayashi Motohama's heart, making him stunned, and slowly lowered his outstretched arm.

"Is this the gap...... It's so desperate. ”

Faintly, Kobayashi Motohama felt that he seemed to be able to understand the feelings of Keigen Takeda, who had left directly before.

Then he took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, left the kitchen and walked to the center of the venue, and saw the sushi works presented by Chen Hu inside through the crowd that could almost be said to be three layers inside and three layers outside.

The iceberg and fish fillet, like a work of art, instantly hit his heart, making his heart feel cold from the inside out like a lightly covered fish fillet on an iceberg at this moment.

What an amazing idea! What a terrible knife work! I'm not as good as him.

Then Kobayashi Motobin squeezed through the crowd, gathered in front of Chen Hu's work, picked up a piece of chopsticks under the silent gaze of everyone, picked up a piece of Chen Hu's complete sushi work that had just been made and added sauce, and put it in his mouth.

The breath of freshness like the sea spread around him, and he carried Kobayashi Motohama to the South Pole, watching like a dream as a snapper jumped out of the icy water, landed in front of him, and then suddenly disintegrated, turning into thin pieces of sashimi, slowly writhing and spinning around him like a meat slice elf.

He is the center, but what he feels is sea bream and vitality, and there is a simple sense of contentment.

And this is the essence of the chefs' ultimate pursuit, to make all the guests who eat their dishes satisfied and satisfied!

Kobayashi Motobin sighed, reopened his eyes, and under the gaze of the guests and Chen Hu, who had spontaneously quieted down after his arrival, he said solemnly, "I'm defeated!"

"But it's just me who lost, not the Japanese food or sushi that lost to you. It's not my argument or anything, it's that my strength doesn't represent the limits of sushi, and if you really know the limits of Japanese sushi and want to beat him, head to the basement of the Ginza office building, where Chef Jiro Ono will tell you what the ultimate sushi is. ”

"The god of sushi...... I'll go and meet him. Chen Hu looked at Kobayashi Yuanbin lightly, smiled lightly, and responded.

If you lose, you will go backstage, and you really have the temperament of a supporting actor in online literature.