Chapter 1171

"No way? With Yang Mingjun's strength, no matter who he faces, he has a chance of winning, right?" Tian Suohui said in surprise.

Yang Ming shook his head, "It's not that simple."

After the three of them finished eating, they immediately walked towards the next stop, Si Yingshi's restaurant.

Yang Ming also continued to prepare his own dishes.

Because today's meal is mainly based on stock, and stock is an ingredient that needs to be prepared in advance, so after cooking the sauce, Yang Ming did not spend long making the dishes.

After three more guests came, only the last guest remained - Mizuhara Kosuke.

Yang Ming could finally take advantage of this time to have a good rest.

"Teacher Yang, your cooking has a good response on the Internet." Kyogoku Nada said happily.

Yang Ming didn't care too much about his fame on the Internet, he just smiled and nodded.

"By the way, Teacher Yang, the types of cooking you are cooking should be about the same, right? Starting from the chicken on the first day, you have made chicken, fish, beef, desserts, spices and today's stock. Tomorrow's cooking should be a combination of these. Are you going to use all the techniques?" Yuji Iwai said with great interest.

"Yes, so we need to prepare a lot of ingredients early tomorrow morning. Broth, meat, vegetables, spices... The biggest hope today is to have a good rest, and then, tomorrow, we will work together to finish the Lunar Eclipse Festival. Then, take a rest for a day or two before continuing to prepare for the battle." Yang Ming let out a long sigh.

"Haha, I don't know if the magazine society will send someone there by then." Yuji Iwai felt a little entangled in his heart.

He wanted to go very much, but he didn't know what the magazine's opinion was.

The three of them chatted for a while, and then Mizuhara Kosuke walked into the restaurant covered in dust.

"Long time no see, Teacher Yang." Mizuhara Kosuke smiled immediately when he saw Yang Ming.

"Don't call me that, it sounds like I'm several years older." Yang Ming waved his hand and joked.

"Don't be ridiculous. After all, you are a chef who has won the Kyoto competition. The title of 'teacher' is quite suitable for you." Mizuhara Kosuke said with a smile, "But, Master Yang, you are not ready to take over a food show. ? You are now vaguely the leader of the new generation."

"Don't... let it go if other people flatter me, but you must never be said like that." Yang Ming waved his hands repeatedly, feeling like being a target was really uncomfortable, "Don't look for me about the show, I'm really Do not have time."

"Yes, come to me whenever you are interested. I am waiting for you at any time." After saying that, Suwon Kosuke also handed the loose coupon to Yang Ming.

"Wait twenty minutes."

"Okay, can you add an extra bowl of soup? I don't want the cabbage... How about it, is it interesting?" Mizuhara Kosuke said with a smile.

Yang Ming glanced at Mizuhara Kosuke angrily. The essence of boiled cabbage is all in the soup.

"Right... forget it, you won't believe it even if I tell you." Mizuhara Kosuke waved his hand.

"What are you talking about? Let me see if I can believe you." Yang Ming smiled and walked towards the kitchen.

"Just now, I saw a motorcade, about three or four cars, parked outside the Kodai area. Then, a person walked out of the car and seemed to have entered Miss Nakiri's restaurant. Well, I haven't seen such an imposing one for a long time. I'm dead." Mizuhara Kosuke said while touching his chin.

"Then what?" Yang Ming looked back at Mizuhara Kosuke, who was deep in thought, "Isn't it normal for someone to go to Erina's restaurant?"

"I just think that person looks familiar, as if I've seen him somewhere." Mizuhara Kosuke defended.

"You have met so many people, it doesn't matter if you have one or two acquaintances... Maybe if we haven't seen each other for more than ten years, you might forget my name." Yang Ming said casually.

"You can't say that. That person has very obvious features and a strand of white hair. I should have the impression of knowing his name." Mizuhara Kosuke retorted.

"Ah? A strand of white hair?" Yang Ming suddenly heard Nakamura Ji in his mind, and said jokingly, "You're not still wearing a black windbreaker, are you?"

"Eh? How do you know? He's wearing a black windbreaker, and by the way, he's also wearing black gloves." Mizuhara Kosuke said seriously.

"Really?" Yang Ming smiled bitterly at Mizuhara Kosuke, "I'm just talking nonsense."

"We may be talking about the same person." Mizuhara Kosuke glanced at Yang Ming, "Hurry up and make the boiled cabbage. Three or four minutes have passed."

Yang Ming smeared his tongue and quickly put the cabbage into the soup pot.

"Mr. Mizuhara, the man in black you are talking about cannot be Mr. Thistle Nakamura, right?" Yang Ming said casually.

"That's not true. I don't know anyone named Nakamura Itsuki."

Although he said this, Mizuhara Kosuke kept repeating Nakamura Thistle's name. The more he read it, the more familiar the name became, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"Nakamura Thistle... Nakiri Erina... Nakamura Thistle..."

Mizuhara Kosuke murmured to himself, repeating the names of these two people.

Yang Ming opened his mouth. His words wouldn't make Kosuke Mizuhara suffer from a demonic disease, right?

"I remembered!" Mizuhara Kosuke suddenly slammed the table, "I remembered!"

"Hey, Mr. Mizuhara, are you okay?" Yang Ming looked at Kosuke Mizuhara with confusion, which was a bit unbearable.

"That person is not Nakamura Thistle at all... No, it should be said that he used to be called Nakamura Thistle. His current name is Nakiri Thistle." Mizuhara Kosuke slapped his forehead continuously and said in silence.

"Son-in-law. He is Miss Nakiri's father." Mizuhara Kosuke frowned.

Yang Ming blinked.

"Why is Erina's father here?" Yang Ming scratched his head and wondered in his heart.

"It's just that you don't know." Mizuhara Kosuke crossed his arms, but the expression on his face was not relaxed. "It seems that because of the different teaching concepts from the old man, he was expelled from Totsuki Academy. However, because I am also I heard others say it, so I don’t think it’s true.”

expulsion…

Yang Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead. In Yang Ming's mind, any use of the word "expulsion" was not a good thing.

"Different teaching philosophies?"

Yang Ming suddenly thought of Nakiri Thistle. The cooking philosophy he had mentioned was probably to use a group of extremely talented people to train a group of new chefs. But since he had parted ways with Nakiri Senzaemon, why did he return to Totsuki Academy? Aren't you afraid that Nakiri Senzaemon will kick him out again?

"Hey, Teacher Yang, be careful, the cabbage is soft." Mizuhara Kosuke shouted.

"Ah?" Yang Ming looked down at the water pot, and sure enough he saw that the cabbage had been boiled until soft. He laughed awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Suwon, I was thinking about other things just now. I'll give it to you again." Do."