Food: I Am A Cartoonist In Totsuki

Chapter 300: Shishan Binggoro

Tong Yu took Shen Liangzi’s jade hand and came to the place where the first group was assessed.

|Other members of the group were already waiting at a tent at the gate, and a BLUE staff member came to Tong Yu and others with a content sheet.

At the beginning, “the rules are explained, and the criteria for judging whether the pass or fail is very simple. As long as you serve a dish that satisfies the examiner, even if you pass the test, you can pass the test of the first door.” The staff said.

“As for the examiner, you asked him to come out, our time is very precious.

Among the members of the first group, a male chef with dyed blond hair appeared impatient.

After the chef said this, he was quickly answered by other chefs.

“Yes, let’s get started, we don’t want to waste time on this kind of testing.”

“Hmph, to actually get the privilege of being exempt from testing, I’m a star chef!

It can be seen and heard from the words that some chefs are very disdainful of the assessment of the first door, otherwise they would not be so impatient.

Most of the people on the scene are participating in the BLUE competition for the first time and have no experience in this regard.

Under this circumstance, he is a star chef and a rising star in the cooking world, so the first door should start from the third door at least.

So far away!

It is very appropriate to use this idiom to describe these chefs who are more impatient and do not take the first door assessment in their eyes.

In the face of this group of anxious chefs, the staff of BLUE were not in a hurry, and their eyes fell on the tent behind them.

“Don’t be impatient, the inspector who is the first door of the first group is inconvenient to move and come slowly.”

About a minute later, Tong Yu and others heard the sound of wheelchair pushing.

crunch.

Everyone followed the sound and saw an elderly man walking out from behind the tent.

The old man had half-white hair and was a little old, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle’s. He was in a wheelchair and seemed to be pushed out from behind the tent by another staff member.

“This is the one who is the judge this time.”

It doesn’t matter whether you are old or sitting in a wheelchair, the key is that the old man is still squinting and hanging a bottle of IV in the wheelchair.

I can clearly see that the green dots are being input into his body bit by bit.

Candles in the wind.

It felt like a gust of wind could take the old man away.

Seeing this, a group of cooks exclaimed again.

“Ah, this is the censor? You’re not kidding us.”

“Are you sure this is a patient coming out of the intensive care unit?”

Seeing a group of people exclaiming and suspicious, the staff explained it calmly.

“Don’t look down on this old man with tinted glasses. Until a few years ago, he was a late-night cook.” He carried out activities based in Japan, and came here today from the hospital where he was admitted. If this old man can still cook with his hands and feet, I am afraid that none of you will be his opponent. But even so, he came to serve as a judge

, It is more than enough to taste your dishes. “After the staff finished speaking, they glanced at the group of cooks in front of them with disdain.

After hearing this explanation from the staff, the complaining cook stopped talking.

“The theme of this round of assessment is to cook a dish that will satisfy the old man, and the theme is the last supper.” The staff said again.

The Last Supper?

Everyone was at a loss, what does this mean.

“The Last Supper, what do you mean, can you explain?

“Also, to make a meal that satisfies him, we have nowhere to start with just this news.”

After hearing this, the staff began to say: “This old man is called Tokiyama Hyougoro. He joined the Empire’s army when he was young and participated in the Pacific War. After the war, he started selling rice and other substances and wandered in the black market. Among them. Because his superb cooking skills are expected by people, he gradually began to enter the profession of “late night cook.” Strong arms and keen eyes, whether on the battlefield or in the kitchen, swept the enemy in front of him, and was gradually feared by everyone in the name of the villain!”

This is the experience of Tokiyama Binggoro when he was young. He is well-known in the circle and is a (ccee) powerful and powerful cook.

I don’t know when Yamabe Goro slowly opened his eyes and let out a series of laughter.

“Wow wow wow, I thought the rest of my life would be ruined like this, but I didn’t expect to be able to serve as a major BLUE examiner now. I am really thankful to the special executive officer, thank you. Thank you very much!”

Saying that, Tokiyama Binggoro kept kowtowing to the lantern in front of him. “Thank you. He looks like an old man with dementia, no matter how you look at it, he doesn’t look like a late-night cook.

The staff wearing sunglasses continued to say to Tong Yu and other chefs: “You only have the chance to have one dish. The person who has completed the dish will come to the inspector’s place for inspection, which is in this tent. As for the ingredients and condiments, please visit Selected and used in the cold storage truck parked at the rear, and the ingredients that you bring yourself are prohibited on site! The time limit is 2 hours. . . .

After saying all that was said, the staff stepped aside.

Even though the staff said so much, the group of cooks were confused and didn’t understand what the theme of “The Last Supper” was.

So, several cooks came to the staff and asked.

“Wait a minute. The Last Supper, what the hell is this subject.”

“This also means that the theme is not just a pure competition for the deliciousness of the dishes?”

The staff wearing sunglasses glanced at the two cooks and said, “As I said before, as long as you can bring out dishes that satisfy the examiners, you can pass this test.”

“I can only tell you so much. If you have any questions, you might as well ask him directly.” The staff member said, pointing to Tokiyama Binggoro in the wheelchair.

After hearing this, a group of cooks gathered in front of Tokiyama Hyougoro.

“Can I ask you a question? What is your favorite dish?” a cook asked Tokiyama Binggoro.

Tokiyama Binggoro didn’t think much and replied directly: “Ah, this, my favorite is Japanese food, after all, I grew up in this land…

“Then, where is your hometown?”

“Hmmmmmm, let me think about it. When my squadron went to the Philippines

“Already, have you started to get confused?”

“No, we’re not asking you this, but your hometown. Do you understand, Grandpa?”

“What? My unit, didn’t I just say it? It’s famous in Japan… ah, I remember it! It’s in the countryside! I eat miso boiled udon with my family and friends. I miss it so much.”

When he finished speaking, Yamabegoro sat in a wheelchair and started the meeting, with deep memories in his eyes.

Such old people with candles in the wind, memories are their greatest wealth.

After asking these two topics, Tokiyama Binggoro answered all the questions he asked and not answered, and he began to get confused and fell into his own consciousness.

Everyone also knows that there is no point in continuing to ask.

Countryside, Japanese cuisine, Udon noodles.

Many cooks focus on these three points and develop cooking.

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