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

"Hu, hu, hu."

The referee scooped out a spoonful of the fried rice on the plate with a spoon, and then began to blow the air conditioner on the slightly hot fried rice.

Eat the fried rice with a spoon.

In an instant, the taste buds of several judges felt that a young girl danced a ballet on it.

Because the girl was dancing gracefully at this time, several referees felt their tongues cheering and jumping.

With the infiltration of the taste of fried rice, the feeling of youthful youth, greenness, etc. all began to pour into the heart from the tongue.

The taste of this moment made them seem to return to the era of junior high school and high school.

At that time, they were doing the homework assigned by the teacher, and after class, they discussed the object they liked with their classmates at the same table.

From time to time, I feel extremely shy in my heart because of the closeness of my crush.

After school, I went to play basketball and football with my best buddies, swaying the sweat of youth to my heart's content.

"Ah, youth is so beautiful. 35

The bald referee couldn't help but sighed that if he stood nearby, he could still see a little tear in the corner of his eye.

Whether these tears are nostalgic for the satisfaction of youth or regret, no one knows.

The memories of youth are over, and the taste of fried rice still lingers on the tongue.

"Toyota why are you crying.

A referee next to him looked at the bald referee and found that he was crying.

"Is it so delicious? You are exaggerating too much."

He didn't believe it, the food was delicious, but it wasn't enough to cry.

After he finished speaking, he also began to taste it and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully and savoring the taste of this super-looking fried rice.

Ah, a flash of youthful memories springing up from the memory depths of the brain.

He still remembered that on the night of his senior year, he personally confessed to the girl he liked.

At that time, the goddess in his mind promised to be his girlfriend, and his heart was filled with the sweet and sour taste like fried rice.

It's a pity that such a kind and excellent girl was lost by herself in the later years because she didn't cherish her.

After the sweet and sour fried rice swallowed his throat, a sense of sadness poured into his heart unconsciously.

Looking at the performance on the referee stage, the audience was also puzzled.

"Why, why did the referee cry for two people?"

"Is this fried rice added with some special mood pills. 39

"Is there a medicine that makes you cry?"

"There should be. Anyway, there are drugs that can make people excited, so there are drugs that make people sad."5

"It seems to make sense.

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. . . . . . .

Mo Yu, who was standing in the audience, watched the referee's performance.

It is indeed a bit exaggerated to show this, but it can also explain the problem.

Hōjō Miyoko's work is a work of heart to impress others.

It was precisely because this fried rice was filled with her heart that the two referees recalled the green years of their youth.

This can't be done without truly moving work.

This fried rice is perhaps the pinnacle of Hōjō Miyoko's past (afg) creations.

"Hōjō's work this time has finally surpassed the previous cuisine. She has finally made a work that can move people's hearts. 35

Mo Yu stood in front and said.

"That's the kind of work that moves people.

Nao Sadazuka muttered softly behind him.

So far, she has not had a work that can achieve the effect of Hōjō Miyoko.

Although her craftsmanship has made many students and teachers enjoy the deliciousness, they all praise her works highly.

But if there is anything that can really move people's hearts, she has never had it.

Mo Yu looked back and seemed to see Nao Sadazuka's doubts.

"A piece of work that touches people's hearts is not something that can be done if you want to. The mood is very important. When Hōjō comes back, you can ask her how she felt when she made this dish. 99

The point of view returns to the referee stand again.

Following the gaffes of the two referees, the others still performed well, all looking like they were enjoying fried rice.

"Nice, excellent work."

Zaemon's eyes flashed, and he spoke directly. , and the shirt on his body has disappeared at some point,

"After the chicken is seasoned with special condiments, it also maintains its refreshing and full elasticity in fried rice, and the rice grains of fried rice are distinct. The taste is not inferior to the deliciousness."5

Zaemon is a heartfelt compliment for bringing the little fried rice to this level.

And works that can move people's hearts are rare even on such a stage.

"Thank you for the compliment from the commander-in-chief."

Hōjō Miyoko bowed slightly to thank Zaemon Chen Zan.

There are not many works that can be praised by the commander-in-chief of Zaemon.

Today is another one, Hōjō Miyoko's Golden Pineapple Fried Rice.

Just finished tasting Hōjō's fried rice here, the sound of Mito Ikumi's footsteps came over.

At this point Mito's fried rice is also finished.

"Want a second bomb?!

Several judges were also curious and excited about Mito's fried rice.