I'm in Food Wars: The Establishment Of The Dark Cooking World at the Start

The game is still going on intensely.

Mo Yu, Tadokoro Megumi and Nao Sadazuka stood together and watched the two cooking on the stage.

Except for the members of the dark cooking club, the other audience members are cheering for the goddess they admire in their hearts.

One is Mito who dares to break through himself, and the other is Hōjō who dares to put down his body to learn from others.

Either Mo Yu felt relieved.

"Well, the quality of their rice selections are all top-notch, which is indistinguishable. That is to say, the key to the game is the matching with the auxiliary dishes."

Erina, who was sitting on the sofa in the special auditorium, looked at the ingredients of the two and said.

"But Mito Ikumi, who is known as a meat expert, has no advantage in meat quality, so Hōjō Miyoko's odds of winning should be better. 99

Hisako, who was standing on the side, thought about it carefully. In theory, fried rice should be a dish in Chinese cuisine.

For Hōjō Miyoko, who is good at Chinese cuisine, it should be more advantageous.

"Not necessarily, if Mito Ikumi was only limited to using fresh meat, then the direction of her fried rice has become narrow. Now she has done special treatment with aged meat, and the follow-up method has been skipped. Take it off and see how she plays. 99

"It turns out that the specially processed aged meat has become Mito's new weapon, worthy of being the eldest lady.

Erina stretched lazily and continued to look at the game.

"Well, as long as you observe Hisako carefully, you can definitely come to a conclusion, and Mito Ikumi's aged meat must be the top-quality meat before processing. This should also be a part of the weapon in the subsequent cooked dishes." "

The game is back on the scene.

Hōjō Miyoko first cooked the snow-white meat in a boiler, and then began to add various seasonings to the soup pot.

When everything was ready, she paused temporarily and looked at Mito Ikumi on the other side.

Here Mito competes with himself by forgoing higher-quality, fresher meats.

Although it is to be able to break through his own limits, but now he is just trying to break through.

To know that they have a total of time from drawing lots to preparing, it is only one day.

If you want to break your original practice on this day, it will be difficult.

The current Mito Ikumi is no less than walking on a tightrope. Once she can't maintain her balance, she will fall into the endless hell called innovation failure.

When a person fails at the first innovation, it is a new blow that destroys.

And it is still a temporary innovation failure in this kind of super regular competition, and it is very likely that they will never dare to step out of their own field.

Mito Ikumi will become a lifetime meat expert because of this competition.

It's a bit like an actor in the entertainment industry, if one of his roles impresses the audience too much.

Then it is very likely that his life as an actor will end here, and he will be marked with a fixed label until his death.

Soon in the eyes of Hōjō Miyoko, Mito has also reached the final stage of the process.

"Looks like you're almost done.

Mito Ikumi turned to look at Hōjō.

Both of them are entering the final closing stage at this time,

"I think no matter what the outcome, the two of us are still good friends."

"Of course. We are both members of the dark cooking club, this time it's just a little more formal than the usual sparring.

After speaking, the two of them smiled at each other.

Yes, they both learned a lot from each other after joining the dark cooking club.

Mito learned the innovative thinking of Chinese cuisine from Hōjō Miyoko's cooking.

Hōjō learned the stunts of a meat expert from Mito.

All in all, they have become mutual assistants since joining the Dark Cooking Society, and they all learn from each other's experiences to grow, as do other people in the society.

Hōjō Miyoko started to catch fire and the main dish rice was poured into the pot.

At the same time, a lot of ingredients were added to the fried rice in an orderly manner in her hands,

The fried rice in the pot began to churn in her hands, and its color became more and more golden.

After stirring for a few times, Hōjō directly turned off the heat and put the finished product into the plate.

`" Hōjō Miyoko did it first.

Hōjō walked towards the judges step by step with the plate in hand under the eyes of everyone (the money is good).

"Let me see what your fried rice looks like, please."

The referees lifted the cover on the plate one after another.

I saw the fried rice on the plate with distinct grains and golden vegetable oil flowing on it.

The snow-white chicken, plump and juicy pineapple slices and green chopped green onion set off each other, further enhancing the appearance of the whole fried rice.

"It looks like a work of art."

A referee couldn't help but said that he couldn't bear to say anything about such a beautiful "art".

"Yeah, in terms of how good it looks, this fried rice is definitely the best."

The referees all praised.