Chapter 1412

Regarding this phenomenon, Wang Xiaoming is happy to see it happen. After all, he doesn't like the feeling of being focused on himself. He is like a night-blooming night flower in the dead of night, only blooming quietly, like this in full view of the public. Cooking is a stressful thing for him.

"The way Kabuto Shoko holds the kitchen knife is so strange..."

"Well, it's very weird, this way of holding it crosswise..."

The guests were talking a lot, and Yang Ming also had to chat a few words. Erina frowned, "This kind of attitude..."

At the focus of the line of sight, the middle finger, little finger and ring finger of the girl wearing a baseball cap hold the C part of the kitchen knife with her left hand, and the tiger's mouth is close to the blade. In addition, her knees are slightly bent like a cheetah ready to attack. Her standing posture exudes a certain high-spirited momentum, and when she swings the knife, it seems slow, but in fact it is fast and fast, and the fish meat is almost turned into tuna under her sharp knife.

"Is it some secret sword skill?" Yang Ming pinched his chin and leaned forward to taste it carefully.

"That's clearly a tennis stance, okay..." Erina glanced at Yang Ming angrily, "As far as I know, Kabuto Shoko's uncle is the famous domestic former tennis professional Nanjiro Echizen."

Even though she has not been among the top ten for a long time, Erina has a full understanding of the information about Shoko Kabuto due to her knowledge of past channels.

"Echizen Nanjiro? That's it." Yang Ming, who had heard a little bit about this, nodded, "Then why doesn't she go play tennis and come here to learn how to cook?"

Even the way she holds a kitchen knife is exactly the same as holding a tennis racket. This attitude must have been imprinted in her bones, so why bother coming to Totsuki Academy to become the Sixteenth Hero?

"I'm not sure about this...but I've heard that she played five games with her cousin who had been learning tennis for a few years, and then she didn't win a single game, so she gave up on tennis... …”

"It's so miserable..." Yang Ming nodded sympathetically.

It must be an unforgettable experience to be beaten all over the floor by a child who is several years younger than you.

"However, she seems to be planning to become the exclusive chef of the Japanese national tennis team in the future." Erina continued.

"Is it going to save the country?" Yang Ming twitched the corner of his mouth and sighed: "I'm really worried that her cousin will be given laxatives by her when he joins the national team in the future."

"No way?"

"Huh?" Erina seemed to smell some subtle smell. She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Yang Ming, "Have you ever done something similar?"

"Ah hahaha, how could it be possible..." Yang Ming laughed and tried to fool him.

"You've really done it!" Erina said in shock.

"How is that possible!" Yang Ming argued, "Am I that kind of person?"

Erina nodded vigorously. This operation was no different from revealing the wolf in the first round of Werewolf.

"Okay, okay, let's look at the Shoji, let's look at the Shoji..." Yang Ming diverted Erina's attention to the kitchen.

"Okay, okay, Wang Xiaoming seems to be finished."

"The same goes for Kabuto Shoko."

"Oh? Are these two people's cooking ready?" Erina looked over quickly, "Where is it? Where is it?"

And where she could see it, Shoko Kabuto was putting away the ladle and putting food into the dish, just like a warrior who sheathed his sword and returned victoriously from the battlefield.

"Come on boss!"

"Ahhhhh, boss is the best!"

"Kill that arrogant black-haired boy!"

Next to them, the shouts of the Sicilian restaurant employees fell in the ears of Yang Ming and others. They were just like pebbles falling into a deep pool without even the slightest ripple. They would be angry at first when they heard this, but after hearing it, After a while, I can face it calmly, and even want to ridicule them for saying the same words back and forth, which is simply uncreative.

"These guys...are they shouting cheers so hard to avoid being fired by the boss?" Yang Ming complained in his heart.

"How is Wang Xiaoming's cooking skills?" Erina suddenly asked.

Miss Erina's problems have always been wrong. She has many opinions about Wang Xiaoming, who was born in poverty, but doesn't know much about him. Now, the first battle of their gymnasium tour is entrusted to Wang Xiaoming, which makes Erina a little worried.

"Huh?" Yang Ming curled up his fingers and thought for a moment, "I don't know either."

"Huh?" Erina suddenly turned her head to look at him, "Isn't he your apprentice?"

"Although he is my apprentice, this is his first show in Japan." Yang Ming explained.

In a small county in southern China, although Wang Xiaoming's restaurant has begun to make a splash, in Yang Ming's opinion, it is not dazzling. The most profound impression left on people is probably the success of the restaurant's operation.

But today, the name is destined to shine.

"Then, get ready to start tasting now!"

Wang Xiaoming brought his dishes to the living room and in front of each guest.

"Please taste my dish - smoked mackerel!" The black-haired boy bowed slightly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Smoked mackerel has neither a gorgeous prefix nor a special name. Mackerel is mackerel, and smoke is smoke. Just like Wang Xiaoming himself, even the name of this dish is so unpretentious.

"Oh, it's smoked cuisine..." The guests nodded slightly.

"Mackerel with smoked food is not bad."

"This scent..."

A female guest moved the tip of her small nose and said happily: "It's such a reassuring breath."

Most of the things in the world are made of a mixture. When iron is tempered, it becomes steel. When burning fruit wood, it becomes ashes. However, the drifting smoke adheres to the surface of the mackerel, making it appear golden yellow like uncut jade. The rich aroma that gradually spreads in the air directly hits the sense of sight and smell without any modification.

"Then let's get started!"

As the guests at the table said this, they moved their knives and forks under the spotlight.

"Well...you have a good grasp of the heat."

The mackerel, which had been wrapped in tinfoil before as if sleeping in the oven, had already been awakened by Wang Xiaoming to its deliciousness. At this moment, it was showing its own charm to them.

The fish body between the lips and teeth looks soft, but in fact it is tight. You can even feel the strength of the fish meat that does not succumb to the pressure and resists, but the plump fish fat is fully exposed like this. This is exactly what happens in the Seto Inland Sea. The Bungo Strait, where it meets the Pacific Ocean, offers the most delicious gift to mankind.

"This smoking technique..."

Even if the taste of the food varies from person to person, the chefs can still distinguish themselves. The criterion for this judgment lies in the chef's control of the entire dish.