Chapter 1228

"Then, I declare that the winner of this halberd fight is Yang Ming."

"Awesome!" Yang Ming cheered and high-fived Miki Hinatako, "Thank you, Mr. Fukuchi Mori! Thank you to all the judges! Thank you, Abbot Kanagawa!"

Yang Ming did not forget to say hello to the abbot of Kanagawa before leaving.

"Humph..." Abbot Kanagawa remained silent. In the end, he couldn't stand Yang Ming's enthusiastic eyes and nodded.

After the two people left, Abbot Kanagawa asked coldly, "Did you vote like this on purpose because you were reluctant to let them lose in public?"

As soon as the words came out, he knew that he had said the wrong thing. Sure enough, Mizuhara Fuyumi immediately retorted: "As a judge of Shokuki, does Kanagawa Abbot-senpai think that we will do that?"

"It seems that Abbot Kanagawa, you are still unable to accept your failure... How about this, try it yourself?" Mr. Fukuchi Mori intervened at the right time, calming down a dispute that had not yet begun.

"Let me have a taste? Okay... I'll try it and see."

The cosmic shaomai was lying in a giant steamer, steaming white. Although some of it had been tasted by several judges before, there was still a large area of ​​unexplored virgin land. The abbot of Kanagawa picked up his chopsticks and followed the instructions He tore off a piece of skin from before, wrapped it up and put it in his mouth.

However, as soon as the Shaomai, which contained countless essences, entered his mouth, his disapproving expression collapsed and was replaced by a look of disbelief.

It felt like... the shaomai exploded in your mouth!

The tip of the tongue seemed to be on fire, the flames danced in the mouth, and the aroma of the meat continued to spread, and the aroma of the delicate meat and vegetables continued to fill the air.

It seems that I have traveled through many years to reach this place in the long winter. The cold and desolate winter has gone away with this mouthful of shaomai. The accumulated cold air flies out from the soles of the feet to the top of the head. What is reborn is the spring full of hope.

"It's... so delicious..." The harsh abbot of Kanagawa could only give this answer at this time.

"How do you feel now?" Mr. Fukuchi Mori asked, observing the expression of Abbot Kanagawa.

"Indeed... there is a big difference..." the abbot of Kanagawa murmured, "You can obviously taste it, but the ingredients in his cuisine have not been processed at all. The oxidized, damaged, and poor ingredients are eaten in your mouth. It’s true to form, but why is it so delicious?”

"It's fire."

"I know this. He used charcoal fire, so the flavor was wrapped in the dough without leaking out, but it's not enough... The taste of the explosion can't be summarized only by charcoal fire. He must have used something else. That thing…what exactly is it?”

Mr. Fukuchimori hesitated to speak. He had just tasted this dish. What the abbot of Kanagawa said was absolutely correct. The ingredients such as charcoal fire were not the focus at all. The focus was... how these ingredients worked together.

The rainbow French jelly made by the abbot of Kanagawa, every ingredient has been carefully prepared by him. Even the inferior ingredients taste the same as the original ones. It can be called a model of vegetable processing.

But the template...from another perspective, there is nothing new...it sticks to the old ground.

Only trusting one's own recipes, only trusting one's own seasonings, instinctively resisting everything else, and all dishes being the same. How does this look like a chef at the top of his game?

That's why he prepared these ingredients for this meal.

And Yang Ming's approach, according to his speculation about this boy, did not disappoint him.

The talented people gathered to leave these defective ingredients unprocessed.

So what if it's damaged? So what if it's oxidized? Do the ingredients have to be perfect? There is no such thing as perfection in this world.

Trust your own cooking skills, trust your own dishes, trust all the ingredients, and let the incomplete things come together to shine perfectly...

The abbot of Kanagawa has become dictatorial in the past few years at Hantan Temple. He only believes in his own stuff and believes in the recipes 100%, without looking at the voices of the staff and the expressions of the customers.

He has long lost his trust in this world. And these imprisoned a genius who could have reached higher places.

Of course, it is useless for others to say these things, you must think of them yourself.

When Abbot Kanagawa figured it out, that was when he reached another level.

tomorrow is a new day.

Abbot Kanagawa's face turned pale, and he felt like the whole world was spinning in front of him.

He actually lost!

Lost to Yang Ming!

Although Yang Ming has the title of Son of God and is also a member of the Ten Elites, he has shown amazing talent from a long time ago.

But he still lost to a first grader!

This was simply unacceptable to him!

His vision went dark, and with a pop, he fell to the ground and fainted.

But no one had time to pay attention to him.

At this moment, the faces of all the monks in Hantan Temple were extremely ugly!

In the second round of the confrontation between Yuanyue and Hantan Temple, they once again suffered a disastrous defeat!

This time, it was a complete defeat!

The abbot of Hantan Temple's face was so gloomy that water could drip from his eyes.

He had despised Yang Ming's stupidity before, thinking that he aroused the emotions of the monks in Hantan Temple.

But unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the emotions that were finally mobilized were shattered by the opponent again!

Seeing the traces of fear in the eyes of those monks, the abbots of Hantan Temple also let out a long sigh.

Initially, their plan was to provoke infighting among Totsuki students, but they did not expect that it would be them who suffered a devastating blow in the end!

The senior management of Hantan Temple really miscalculated this time!

Yang Ming shook his head and said, "Okay, let's go back and rest."

"Hey, I thought I could meet an interesting opponent. Unexpectedly, after just two rounds, my confidence completely collapsed." Miki Hinatako also shook her head helplessly.

"Haha, there's no way, we're too powerful, aren't we?"

The stubborn Kadozaki Taki laughed wildly.

"No way? It must be someone who kindly allowed us, right?"

Even Kikuchi Sonoko asked timidly.

Originally, she thought that Yang Ming won a diamond cooking promotion competition and might lose to the opponent next. Unexpectedly, in the end, Yang Ming won in an unimaginable way, which made her feel incredible!

"Mikushiengo, after all, you are from Totsuki, so you should set your sights higher. How can such an ordinary chef compare with Totsuki?"

Mizuhara Fuyumi patted Mikushienka on the shoulder and advised her with "kindness".