Chapter 1221

Noticing Yang Ming's curious gaze, Murata Ichiro couldn't help but sneered: "They are indeed common people! What a waste of this high-end cuisine..."

"What did you say?"

Yang Ming immediately became angry, and Yuanyue's students also looked at him unkindly.

"Forget it." Yang Ming waved his hand generously, "This is probably the last time he will eat a halberd, so just forgive him."

Hearing this, the monks in Hantan Temple were furious.

Doesn’t this mean that Murata Ichiro is destined to lose?

Too arrogant!

The abbot of Hantan Temple was also one of the judges. He chuckled and changed the topic: "Let's taste the food first."

Mr. Fudi Sheng nodded.

"When eating sashimi, please pair it with this special sauce." Ichiro Murata brought up a small plate of special sauce.

The three judges nodded.

Then tasted it.

Mr. Fukuchi Sheng tasted the rice first. There was only one mouthful of rice, but it was very sweet and chewy. Then the miso soup also tasted mellow.

Next comes the sashimi.

He dipped it in a little special sauce and put it in his mouth.

The fish meat was extremely tender, and paired with the sweet plum sauce, it gave people an unprecedented refreshing feeling. The fish seemed to come alive in his mouth.

The other two judges also had intoxicated looks on their faces.

"The taste of this fish is extraordinary. Could it be cherry sea bream?" the abbot of Hantan Temple said with emotion.

"Yes, it is indeed Sakura sea bream. The color of this fish is as beautiful as cherry blossoms, and the meat is fresh and tender. It is famous among sea breams like Akashi sea bream." Another ordinary judge nodded.

"Is this sauce made from perilla plums? You seem to have added Italian liquor to it, which adds a flavor." The abbot of Hantan Temple praised.

Kaiseki cuisine is a very traditional Japanese cuisine, but Ichiro Murata took a different approach and added Italian white wine to enhance the taste, which shows his creativity.

"It is indeed a good cuisine. It is a good idea to integrate exotic ingredients into traditional cuisine." Mr. Fukuchi Sheng commented truthfully, "I tasted two extreme flavors. One is the freshness of the sea bream, and the other is the freshness of the sea bream. One is the refreshing taste of plum sauce. Although these two flavors are still very weak, they are very good considering your age."

Facing Mr. Fukuchi Mori, Murata Ichiro turned around as quickly as flipping through a book, and said happily: "Thank you very much for Mr. Fukuchi Mori's praise."

After hearing this comment, the monks in Hantan Temple looked very happy.

To be able to receive such a high evaluation from Mr. Fudi Sheng, the result of this competition is already a sure thing, right?

After tasting Murata Ichiro's Kaiseki cuisine, it was Yang Ming's turn.

But the monks in Hantan Temple looked very relaxed.

"This is my dish, Italian seafood baked rice."

Yang Ming brought up his food.

Suddenly, a scent bomb completely exploded, and the extremely rich aroma of cheese mixed with seafood filled the entire venue!

"smell good!"

"Isn't this smell too good?"

The expressions of the monks in Hantan Temple changed!

On top of the rice and prawns, there is a thick layer of cheese. The entire dish is shimmering with a pleasant golden color, exuding a rich aroma and making you mouth-watering.

The three judges took a breath, with intoxicated smiles on their faces, then picked up the spoons and tasted it.

Mr. Fudi Sheng picked up the spoon, pried open the soft cheese shell, and then scooped up a big spoonful of rice.

The melted cheese was full of elasticity, and when he pulled it, it didn't break, and it drooped down one thin thread after another.

In the oven, the cheese has penetrated into the rice, and the rice and shrimp and scallop meat are shining with a golden color, exuding a strong aroma of seafood and cheese, which is very exciting.

Mr. Fudi Sheng's Adam's apple trembled, and then he put the rice into his mouth.

Then, a delicious storm raged on his tongue!

In a daze, he seemed to have arrived in a small town in northern Italy.

Ancient Renaissance buildings stood on the coastline. He stood on the ancient streets and looked up to see the blue sea. The salty sea breeze gently brushed his cheeks, and the church bells rang in his ears.

At this moment, he saw a blonde girl smiling sweetly at him.

Mr. Fu Di Sheng's heart was shaken and he couldn't help but chase after him.

But the girl slipped into a white church. When he entered, he could no longer see it, only the faint fragrance lingering in the air.

…

"It's so delicious. I seem to see a white church, a blue sea, and a girl with blond hair." Mr. Fukuchi Sheng woke up from the illusion, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, "Cooking full of romance."

"Yes, I also feel a strong romance, just like first love, very sweet and very greasy. From this, I can understand the chef's feelings. Is it because of the cheese?" The abbot of Hantan Temple also said with some confusion.

Yang Ming smiled slightly when he heard this.

This is a dish that only those who have tasted the taste of love can cook!

(The author didn’t mean to spoil singles on Double Eleven, really!)

At this moment, the expressions of Mr. Fudi Sheng and the abbot of Hantan Temple both changed!

"Wait a minute! Is this romantic atmosphere a personal mark?"

Their voices became trembling!

They never expected that Yang Ming would realize the heart of the God of Cooking!

Gosh, isn't he only a freshman in high school?

"What?"

"Heart of the God of Cooking?"

"No way?"

The monks in Hantan Temple were also shocked!

The way they looked at Yang Ming suddenly became strange.

As long as you understand the heart of the God of Cooking, master knife skills, seasoning and other basic skills, becoming a master chef is almost inevitable.

Totsuki's students were also startled, but soon the shock turned into admiration.

It is indeed Yang Mingjun!

It’s really awesome!

However, Yang Ming didn't look proud at all at this moment, he was just as indifferent as usual.

It was completely accidental that he was able to put his personal stamp on this dish, just because he thought of a certain girl while cooking.

If you ask him to do it next time, he may not be able to do it.

"Announce the results quickly."

Murata Ichiro's face was so gloomy that he almost watered his face.

The venue suddenly became quiet.

No one expected that Yang Ming could put his personal stamp on the dishes, and everyone had a bad feeling.

"Yang Ming."

Yang Ming announced without thinking.

"Yang Ming."

The other two teachers hesitated for a while and finally announced the results.

They also have the dignity of chefs. Except for a few guys who have no lower limit, it is impossible to speak without conscience.

If they are really unscrupulous, once word spreads, they will no longer need to be involved in the cooking world.

There was a sudden silence in the venue.

The expression on the Hantan Temple monk's face was extremely ugly.