Chapter 1223

Yang Ming smiled faintly, and then said to Miki Hinatako and others: "Since these rubbish came together on their own, let's use them as stepping stones. Well, we have successfully advanced to the Diamond Cooking Competition anyway, so this can be considered a kind of tonic. "

"Haha, in this case, these stepping stones would be too pitiful, wouldn't they?" Gan Hinatako laughed out loud, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.

Rubbish? A stepping stone?

Damn it!

The monks at Hantan Temple were completely angry!

The abbot of Hantan Temple also looked livid and said, "In that case, let's continue!"

This time, he decided not to hold back.

Although the younger generation Ichiro Murata lost, the older generation was still there. Since the other party was so brazen, he decided to let the abbot of Kanagawa go and teach the other party a lesson!

The abbot of Kanagawa was the most talented chef at Hantan Temple ten years ago!

"That's right, keep going!"

"Abbot Kanagawa, teach them a lesson!"

Abbot Kanagawa couldn't help but shook his head, looking at Yang Ming with a trace of sarcasm in his eyes.

How stupid.

Originally, he was worried that this defeat would cast a shadow on Hantan Temple, but unexpectedly, this guy took the initiative to express hatred and aroused the emotions of all the monks.

How stupid!

"Then...if both parties have no doubts, let's officially start! Hold a one-on-one private competition!"

"Today's game is two hours long."

"As for the title..." Mr. Fukuchi Sheng, who was curious to stay and continue to be the referee, looked at the vegetables piled there, "It is to use these ingredients to make dishes with multi-layered textures."

A dish with multiple textures? Inui Hinata immediately started thinking. The multi-layered taste requires the use of a variety of dishes. I wonder what materials Mr. Fukuchi Mori has prepared for them...

"What's the situation with these ingredients?" Mian Hinatako followed Mr. Fukuchi Sheng's gaze and was stunned.

The piles of ingredients as far as the eye can see...are those really things for human consumption? They were either oxidized or had rotten leaves, etc. Almost all of them were damaged and inferior ingredients.

Looking at the completely black cauliflower, Hinatako felt that the previous round of Diamond Cuisine 24 to advance to the 12th competition was not difficult.

"Um..." Before Ganhi Xiangzi could ask the question, Yang Ming raised his hand and asked, "Is Hantan Temple bankrupt?"

"No." Faced with Yang Ming's ridiculous complaint, Mr. Fudi Sheng immediately denied it with a serious expression, "Because this is a private halberd-eating challenge, Hantan Temple is not obliged to provide ingredients, but uses the food just now The leftover ingredients from the Diamond Cuisine cooking competition contestants are held here.”

Using... leftover ingredients from the competition?

The corner of Yang Ming's mouth twitched. No wonder these goods were so ugly. It turned out that he picked the remaining ones and then the remaining ones.

"It's really difficult." Mizuhara Fuyumi, who was squatting on a chair, said in a casual tone.

"Informal Shokugeki... It seems that even if Yang Ming wins this time, there will be no benefit!" Kadozaki Taki nodded in agreement.

Gan Hinatako added: "If Yang Mingjun loses, he will definitely be scolded severely...but this matter has nothing to do with me."

"It has nothing to do with me, I'm here to watch the fun." Fuyumi Mizuhara touched her ears and said in a relaxed tone, "If we really lose, just say that it was those old bald donkeys from Hantan Temple who planned it. Let Yang Mingjun continue the game."

"Hey...you..." Yang Ming, who was standing aside, made a dissatisfied voice, these guys! He's still here, so just sell him as if he doesn't exist.

"Okay, let's hurry up. Are there any questions? If there are no questions, the food will officially begin." Mr. Fudi Sheng interrupted everyone's chat at the right time. These ingredients will not be kept overnight. Tomorrow Will be thrown away. Hantan Temple uses exclusive suppliers and supplies fresh ingredients that day. In doing so, they can be regarded as recycling waste.

Seeing both parties shaking their heads, Mr. Fudi Sheng took advantage of the situation and announced: "Then now, the eating halberd begins!"

As soon as Mr. Fukuchi Mori finished his words, the Kanagawa abbot, who was on the side of the Hantan Temple fighting this time, walked over directly with a plate of vegetables without a moment's hesitation. He had obviously already thought about the dishes he was going to cook.

As for Yang Ming and Miki Hinatako, they were still discussing the dishes they were going to cook.

"These inferior ingredients... are not only a color problem, but the taste may have changed. What should we do?" Miki Hinatako asked Yang Ming.

This time, Hinatako was just the deputy, while Yang Ming served as the chef. She could only make suggestions for the dishes they wanted to cook.

"...Yang Ming?" The question went unanswered for a long time, and Miki Hinatako could only shout again.

The young man in front of him lowered his head and took a deep breath slowly, his hands trembling slightly.

Miki Hinata seemed to understand something and asked: "Are you afraid?"

"Afraid? There is no such word in my dictionary." After taking a deep breath and adjusting his mentality, Yang Ming tied his hair behind his back and put on a white apron. "I'm just a little excited."

He was just doing some preparations just now, otherwise he wouldn't be able to display his skills for a while.

It had been a long time since he had seriously competed with someone. It was exciting to think about risking the price, putting everything on a plate, and defeating the opponent with the most exciting dishes he could think of. ...Even the dragon-slaying knife in his hand became hot with joy.

"Then what are we going to do?" Seeing that Yang Ming's momentum was already rising, Miki Hinatako continued to ask. The abbot of Kanagawa over there had already selected the ingredients.

"Let's analyze it first." Yang Ming touched his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "The test question requires a multi-layered taste, right?"

Miki Hinatako nodded and said, "That's right."

"But the quality of the ingredients is so poor... If you simply use various ingredients to match them, the shortcomings of the mixed ingredients will be exposed without reservation." Yang Ming frowned. If these ingredients are intact, He had a hundred ways to accomplish the subject. But without if, the inferior quality of these ingredients is exactly the same as the piles of garbage vegetables that the old lady at the door of the vegetable market forces you to buy for one dollar when the sun sets.

"How about using a more pungent flavor as the dominant one and then combining it?"

"A more pungent smell? Spicy?" Yang Ming quickly thought of a dish, "Like spicy hot pot?"

Although the original intention of Gan Hyugako was not this, as a Chinese, when he heard the pungent smell, Yang Ming almost immediately thought of spicy food, such as hot pot and spicy hot pot.