Food Wars: Life Cookbook

Two days later, Dojima Yasushi and Hayama Ryo were ready to go.

At this time, Nakiri Managi, who was in North America, also reached the finals.

She was finally going to appear. Tasting the dishes made by those untalented cooks. It really made Nakiri Managi feel uncomfortable, but she had no choice but to agree.

But even if she agreed, Nakiri Managi would not hold back. She needed to vent some of her inner anger.

Nakiri Managi was on the stage with an IV drip, leaning on the cushion at the back. Looking at the many contestants who had gone through layers of selection to successfully come to her, Nakiri Managi's mind had already drifted to Totsuki.

At the invitation of Nakiri Senzaemon, Nakiri Managi decided to return home. The purpose of going back was not to see Nakiri Erina but to see Dojima Yasushi.

She became more and more curious about Dojima Yasushi. By the way, she also wanted to see what was good about this kid who was eating her own cabbage. No, she hadn't told Nakiri Tsuki yet. I don't know if this idiot knew about Erina Nakiri and An Dojima.

Just thinking about it. My thoughts were disrupted. The first contestant served his dish.

Nakiri Managi took a look and thought, hey, it looks good! It looks quite appetizing.

After taking a bite, Nakiri Managi began to imagine a beautiful pasture, running cows, and a river made up of the aroma of fat and black pepper. Just when Nakiri Managi was surprised and wanted to recognize the chef's strength, she tasted something discordant. The texture of the beef changed between the previous bite and the next bite. If the previous bite was a perfect 100 points, then this bite was only 95 points.

It seemed very close. Even if the world's top judges came, they might not be able to tell. But she was different. She was Nakiri Managi. With the blessing of the "God's Tongue", all the seemingly difficult-to-find mistakes were revealed.

In the eyes of Nakiri Masanagi, this kind of cooking with fluctuating cooking levels is not as good as cooking with uniform levels.

That is, the impact of the comprehensive 95 points on Nakiri Masanagi is much stronger than the fluctuation of 90-100 points.

So much so that Nakiri Masanagi now completely cannot understand. A trace of disgust flashed in her eyes. Her good mood was completely ruined.

At this time, Nakiri Masanagi began to output. Originally, she was only going to say that it was not delicious and then let the chef in front of her go away. But thinking of the purpose of coming, she still made a few comments. How many more seconds to bake, how many grams of seasoning are all details that normal chefs cannot grasp, and Nakiri Masanagi said one by one.

In this way, Nakiri Masanagi spent a boring period of time. More and more impatient. Even had the urge to vomit. She understood that it was her body resisting these "second-rate" things in her eyes.

Just when she was getting more and more impatient, a simple [Caprese salad] appeared in front of her. Instead, it attracted her attention.

Arugula was the base, and cherry tomatoes, black olives, and Parma ham were placed on top.

The cherry tomatoes were soaked in oil and sprinkled with sea salt, black pepper, garlic powder, and rosemary. They were roasted in advance, and the color level would not be too low.

She took a look at the sauce on the side. Nakiri Masaki took a little dip and tasted it. The aroma of basking rice vinegar mixed with the taste of olive oil. The overall feeling was harmonious.

In the middle was a ball of buffalo cheese, and the color combination was very pleasing.

Nakiri Masaki was rarely interested. She sprinkled the sauce in and mixed it, and then took a small bite tentatively. At least the freshness was well controlled. Nakiri Masaki was amused by her own thoughts. After all, it's the finals. Freshness of the dishes is the most basic level.

Thinking of this, he took another bite.

The eyes of another W.G.O. first-level commentator standing on the side widened. What's going on? Lady Nakiri Masagi actually took two more bites of the same dish. This hasn't happened for a long time.

He couldn't help but look at the boy standing on the other side of the table. Black hair, Asian face. Big, bright eyes. Full of confidence.

As an old man following Nakiri Masagi, he always felt as if he had seen this child somewhere.

Nakiri Masagi looked very happy after tasting the food. She hasn't eaten such a harmonious dish for a long time. The flavor is prominent but very soft. Although there is room for improvement, it is barely edible.

The most important thing is the age of the boy in front of him. Really young! Nakiri Masagi thought to herself. By the way, why does this person look more and more familiar?

Nakiri Masagi fell into deep thought. He felt like he had seen this face somewhere before. For a moment, the scene fell into silence.

Even as a bunch of chefs who were criticized by Nakiri Masagi watched with gloating eyes, the boy remained calm.Nakiri Masagi spoke slowly at this time. She thought of a terrible result. Her face became ugly for the first time. "What's your name?"

Nakiri Masagi stared at the black-haired boy in front of her fiercely. She had a bad premonition. If it was the same as what she thought, Nakiri Masagi, you bastard, would be dead!

At this moment, the black-haired boy finally spoke. "Saiba, my name is Saiba Chaoyang."

The words that Nakiri Masagi was about to ask for punishment were stuck in her mouth and she didn't know what to say.

Her eyes also turned into small eyes. What's going on, Saiba? Why is it Saiba?

Nakiri Masagi was confused for a while. She sorted out her thoughts. Nakiri Masagi said to Saiba Chaoyang: "Saiba... Chaoyang. I remember it." Then she began to scold Saiba Chaoyang with the same sharp words.

A bearded man in the audience said, "What? You were scolded all the same. I thought there was something different."

Just after he finished this sentence, Nakiri Masagi gave the first praise of the day. "However, the whole dish is quite soft. I don't know how to adjust the ratio. The upper limit of the dish may be here."

It's not easy for Nakiri Masagi to say such a passing remark. Now the venue is really quiet.

Although there is no championship. But everyone knows that Saiba Chaoyang won. Moreover, he should be famous.

After finishing her work, Nakiri Masagi did not show any relaxed expression. On the contrary, her mind is full of that boy. The more she thinks about it, the more she feels something is wrong. What's the situation? How can it be so coincidental? It happens to be related to two people she knows.

Saiba, or Nakamura. Nakiri Masagi decided to check it out first.

"You'd better pray, don't you! Nakiri Tsuji." Nakiri Managi said viciously. If it really happened as she thought, the Nakiri family would be disgraced. And she herself would definitely become a laughing stock. This was something she could not accept after being strong for half her life.