"The so-called true taste is the original taste of the ingredients, and it is also the will and spirit that the ingredients represent. If it's just about winning, you've lost the essence of cooking. The purpose of making food is to make it delicious. Therefore, finding the true taste is the most important thing. The taste of Erica's dish is neither the tenderness of the chicken nor the deliciousness of the chicken bones. It's respect for the ingredients, respect for the opponent, respect for yourself, for the food, and for your dreams!"

"So when you are making food, you should ask yourself, does the food you make really taste?"

Hearing Teresa's words, the audience burst into applause.

But not far from the stage, there are still many contestants.

They could only be silent.

"I announce, Erica, pass!"

Thunderous applause.

Suddenly, a young man who looked very decadent among the contestants stood up and walked outside.

"Aren't you competing?" someone asked.

The man pointed to Erica on the table and replied, "My food has already fallen to the floor, and I just saw this here to see her win the game, so there's no point in staying any longer." It turned out that this decadent young man was the contestant who dropped his cooking because he was nervous.

"Where are you going?" the other contestants hurriedly asked, watching him walk farther and farther away.

"By the sea. ”

"Hey, you don't want that when you go to the beach at this time, you don't want that. Don't think about it. Even if you are hit by a little girl, you don't have to look like this, people always have to look forward, don't they?"

"yes, you're too vulnerable. "Someone should be with you.

"Hey, you hit him again, hit him again, he really killed himself to show you. ”

The two seemed to be about to quarrel, when the decadent young man suddenly turned his head and smiled, but his smile was a little bitter.

"It's okay, I'm not going to kill myself. ”

"And what are you doing at the beach?"

"Just a little, I want to hear the wind for a while. ”

The decadent youth stroked his forehead, looked at the sky, and turned his head in the direction of the sea.

"Wait for me. Another young contestant suddenly shouted and put down the food in his hand.

"Hey, you're not going to compete anymore. ”

The young man pointed to the high platform and said, "Do you think you have won? You can't win anyway, so let's leave early!"

"You're going to listen to the wind, too?"

"Ah, listen to the sound of crying in the sea. ”

The young man turned around and walked in the direction of the seaside as well.

"Smack", another plate of dishes was put down, this plate was originally made quite early, and it was already cold at this time.

"Why are you going?"

"Go to the sea breeze and find your own taste. So saying, he also walked towards the sea.

The rest of the people put down their food and sighed and dispersed, they had wasted the best time, and even if it was served now, the food would not taste good enough. Moreover, there is no confidence in victory.

The man at the back of the crowd looked at the scattered people, then at the examiner on the high platform, shook his head, and stood up.

"Are there any other contestants coming on stage to compete?" Tamara asked, looking at the scattered contestants, and the audience was already immersed in joy, and Tamara could only shout loudly.

The contestants had already put down their dishes and scattered.

Only the youngest man who had been talking to the departed man was still holding a plate.

He looked left and right at the departing crowd around him, then looked down at his own food, and finally raised his hand with a bitter face.

"Me, and me. ”

The contestants around him stopped and looked at him.

The young man, blushing, hurriedly ran up to the high platform, put down the plate, and opened the lid, the roast chicken on the plate no longer smelled because of the temperature.

Teresa just looked at it and shook her head.

Old Mayor Kevin cut off a piece with difficulty, tasted it, and said, "It's a little too old." ”

Hedeli looked at the young man in front of her, waved her hand and said, "Unfortunately, I won't abuse my tongue. ”

Suddenly, there was a big laugh, and Stealing Connor picked up the remaining dishes of wheat and Erica and jumped off the high platform.

"See you again, don't worry, I'll be back." It's just that combining these two dishes can make it even more delicious, and I'm really genius!"

There was a bang, and smoke was everywhere.

"Damn, it's smoke flour bombs. ”

By the time the smoke cleared, Stealing Connor was gone.

Everyone looked at each other.

The audience angrily scolded: "We still want to taste it!

In the midst of the scolding, Hagus put away his book and was about to walk down, when he saw the young man's roast chicken and cut off a chicken leg.

"I still have to open a book at night, just keep it for supper, eh, I didn't want to take this, so I can barely make do with it. ”

The young man looked happy and asked happily, "Then am I considered to have passed?"

"Of course, it can't be. Hagus smiled and walked away with a book in one hand and a chicken leg in the other.

"How can this be!"

"Ha Luha, young man, come on!" said Captain Blake, patting the young man on the shoulder, and walked off the stage.

The young man could only put his last hope on Viscount Miguel's body, and looked at Viscount Miguel with eyes like a small animal asking for help.

Viscount Miguel cut off a muscle and put it in his mouth, chewed it for a long time, and finally said slowly: "If it had been served earlier, I would have barely passed." But it's too late!"

"Huh. Sighing, the young man turned around, "Sure enough, are they all gone?"

"Come on, there will be a chance in the future. Erica couldn't stand it and comforted him.

"Yes, come on, come on, there will be a chance in the future. Wheat also comforted.

"Ah, thank you. After thanking him, the young man walked down the platform dejectedly and glanced at the seaside.

"I want to go to the beach too. The depressed young man muttered to himself.

......

That night, an explosion was heard somewhere in the town of Boom, and when the Thunderbolt mercenary group arrived, they found the almost sleek Shadow Connor.

"You're not just a thief, you're a naked ......," Anshel, the mercenary who arrived first, scolded at Connor.

"Bastard, I didn't expect these two to explode when combined! Otherwise, I'll die. ”

"Then you shouldn't let me see this!"

"You came first. ”

That night, Anshel chased the long strip of stealing Connor with only strips left in his clothes. Obviously you can't leave if you don't want to see it, but Anshel, who angrily chased someone else for a night, was also thought by the people of the mercenary group to be in her thirties and couldn't get married, and finally reached the point of starvation.

......

And by the sea in the dead of night.

A group of three people sat on the beach, quietly looking at the sea.

"Do you hear the cry of the sea?"

"Nope. The wind was too loud for me to hear. The one over there, have you found your own flavor?"

"I don't know if it's the smell of the sea or the smell of tears. In short, so salty. ”

The three remained silent.

Suddenly, a voice came from not far away.

"I always thought I just wanted to be an ordinary wizard, in an ordinary town, marry an ordinary woman, have a pair of ordinary children, and then die like that. But today I know that I want to win, and I am not reconciled. I'm going to win!"

This is the cry of the youth to the sea.

"The wind is a bit loud tonight. ”

The three of them looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

Listen closely, the sound of the waves is still the same.