Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

When Keigo Atobe was led by a guide in a suit into the VIP room with plush carpets, the voice of the host happened to resound through the microphone:

"In the third round of the autumn selection, contestant Ebi Zegancha and contestant Misaku Subaru will compete in a duel!"

On the four-sided broadcast screen in the center of the venue, surrounded by the huge word "Food Halberd", blue flames were burning.

"Only in this competition, the five judges will decide the result through one-person-one-vote voting according to the rules of Shiji!"

This announcement immediately set off an uproar in the audience.

"What? Gancha actually eats halberds with people?"

In the early morning of that day, everyone who had seen the end of the sent halberd challenge book looked at each other in disbelief.

What happened?

The gray-purple-haired boy sat down on the red sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, crossed his slender legs, and looked down at the stadium below with great interest.

After the five judges headed by the head coach Nakiri Senzaemon took their seats, the two contestants walked out from the aisles on both sides of the venue, stood in front of the judges' seats, and waited for the signal to start the competition.

Spotlights shine from six sides, and the slender figure casts a shallow shadow on the bright marble floor.

The girl in the white chef's uniform seemed to be standing in the center of the starlight. She tied up her dreamy long hair, and her beautiful face had a calm expression, showing a bit of rare coldness.

——Is this Yukimura Seiichi's younger sister?

Atobe raised an eyebrow.

"The theme is dessert, and the cooking time is three hours."

On the gorgeous armchair in the middle of the stage, the old man with white beard and hair and energetic waved his hand and announced in a sonorous voice: "Cooking—start!"

The battle drum was officially sounded, and the two contestants walked to the two sets of cooking tables facing each other, and took out their respective materials from the incubators placed on them.

Then there was another commotion in the audience.

"Their materials—exactly the same?"

Looking at the ingredients on the operating table with no difference from type to brand, Ryoko Sakaki lost her voice in shock.

“White Opera Cake.”

In the venue, looking at the girl on the other side who was facing the materials on the table with a thoughtful expression, Subaru Misaku spoke again.

"The Vortex Café where you work part-time has launched this highly acclaimed new product near the end of the holiday. This is the inspiration you got from the famous French dessert, "Opera Cake"—"

It is composed of almond cake base soaked in coffee wine syrup, chocolate ganache, coffee butter frosting and chocolate glaze. It has a rich chocolate aroma and a mellow taste.

"——Created with hazelnut cake base, soy milk mousse, jasmine sake white chocolate ganache, and ice cream cream mixed with grapefruit sage, the taste is soft and fresh, pure white tone Opera cake."

"The coffee wine syrup in the original version has also been replaced by soy milk flavored with white miso and Parmesan cheese, which is used to increase the smoothness of the taste, and to bring out the sweetness and aroma of the dish with a touch of saltiness. I said right?"

Mei said with an expression that everything is under control.

His appearance brought back bad memories of the past, and the students who had lost their beloved kitchen knife in the food halberd clenched their fists angrily.

But the girl curled her lips and said indifferently, "You don't think I'm going to make this dessert, do you?"

"As a coffee shop open to the public, Vortex, I provide them with revised and reduced-cost recipes."

As if thinking of something, the girl lowered her eyelashes under the attention of everyone, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

The camera faithfully projected this lily-like smile swaying in the wind on the big screen of the broadcast.

She said: "Really, my dish is called white stone steps."

During the summer vacation, she finally decided to create a dessert that could make Suehiro Tiechang sincerely recognize its deliciousness.

Ashamed to say, this was her failed attempt.

——Although it has been well received by other people, the original intention of making dishes has not been achieved.

"Great!"

Hearing that Misaku didn't seem to get the real recipe, everyone who had been worried since knowing the content of the bet was greatly relieved.

But Subaru Misaku was not discouraged.

"Hmph—this kind of thing has happened before."

There is a bit of pride in his smile: "People who know my perfect tracking usually have two ways to deal with it. The first is to bluff. Bring out another one."

"You know that I'm going to track down the White Opera House, so I deliberately concealed the real cooking—but, of course, I can see that it's a simplified cooking, so I also speculate on the cooking you're going to do, and make a review of that. Improved!"

Accompanied by such a declaration, Misaku Subaru showed the girl on the opposite side the work that his subordinates were working on.

"You still use the whole egg to beat the cake, right? You pay attention to the moist and soft taste, but I divide the egg to make a cake base that can absorb more syrup and taste more delicious .”

"In the whipped cream for soy milk mousse and ice cream cream, I added mascarpone to make the taste richer, and replaced your soy milk syrup with richer goat's milk and sea salt."

The tall and muscular Subaru Misaku, but every step of making desserts is astonishingly precise and delicate.And the improvements he described, which he will carry out, also sound extremely attractive.

Finally, he concluded complacently:

"The style of your dessert is soft. If you compare it together, the rich and impactful cake I want to make will definitely beat your cooking!"

In the stands, Ryo Hayama, who was standing in front of the railing, frowned deeply, and Ryo Kurokiba held back Alice Nakiri, who wanted to rush into the venue angrily.

On the other side, Xingping Chuangzhen's golden eyes locked tightly on the beautiful work with an extremely rampant expression, and there was a bit of coldness in his eyes.

The only thing that Misaku's words didn't affect was the girl who was the opponent.

Her unhurried voice came from the stereo.

"——My dessert is not just soft." After all, the target diner is Suehiro with a strange taste.

"The white stone steps are paved with seven different shades of white from top to bottom, and the taste also transitions from fresh and soft to mellow and fragrant."

"Mascarpone is also used, and sea salt goat's milk syrup would spoil the delicate style of the dish, so I made goat's milk Bavaria. What you call improvements are all in the scope of my recipe, which is completely It’s not an improvement, Misaku-san.”

"what?"

Meizuo's movements stopped.What froze together was the arrogant expression on his face.

"If it is served up with my white stone steps, people will definitely think that mine is the improved version."

There was a faint smile on the girl's face, but she spat out particularly mocking words between her pink lips.

"Don't you like this very much? Use other people's dishes and works that are more advanced to win over the other party."

"But what should we do now? Your own cooking is the one behind."

"When I was eating the halberd before, you were very happy watching your opponent think about how to improve his cooking on the spot? Now it's your turn."

Smiling and saying the last sentence, looking at the beauty who opened her eyes wide in disbelief, the girl felt a little pleasure, but suddenly a little absurdity and boredom welled up in her heart.

If you want to attack your opponent, it is the most effective way to return the same way.

—but you don't like it.

There was a voice speaking softly in my heart.

Gan Cha lowered his head slightly, looked at his hands, and thought—who told him to say such things.

"Ahaha, this kid is really interesting!"

Somewhere in the auditorium, a girl with red curly hair showed two pointed canine teeth and laughed heartily.

She patted the shoulder of the girl with short purple hair beside her: "How about it, Xiaotao? I think this junior is better than you—"

"Gentian is disgusting."

The short-haired girl——the fourth of the top ten who had sent out the challenge letter of eating halberds, Akakubo Momo moved a bit, and moved her petite body away from the second seat, Kobayashi Rindou, glanced at the girl in the field, silently He tightly hugged the bear doll in his arms.

"Xiaotao, I can do it too, the white stone steps."

In the arena, cold sweat gradually flowed from Mei Zuo's forehead.

Looking at the opponent who had been forced to the edge of the cliff, the girl thought for a moment, and opened her mouth calmly as if she had made a decision.

"However, there is good news - the food I want to cook is not white stone steps."

Her tone was light, but what she said was not hesitating to drop a bomb on the field: "To deal with your tracking, generally speaking, there is a second method, right?"

"That's - impromptu cooking."

"Wow!! What is Gancha doing?! She doesn't really want to improvise, does she?"

Yoshino Yuki hugged her head in pain: "Obviously, as long as she can make that white stone step, she will definitely win—!!"

"..."

Misaku paused, then sneered, "You don't want to use this method to convince me to lose, do you?"

"No one cares whether you are convinced or not."

The girl said bluntly: "I just want you to taste a complete failure without any reason or excuse."

"Not because of poor information, not because of poor tracking. It's because—"

"You don't have the ability to beat me."

After saying this, Gancha turned around and sent the hazelnut batter spread on the baking tray into the oven.

The person opposite was still talking, but she no longer planned to pay attention to him.

The purple-haired girl reached out to caress her heart.

The restless heartbeat after accepting the challenge of the food halberd, and the mood that was clouded when he fought back against Meizuo, have completely calmed down at this moment.

The white stone steps can indeed bring her victory, and she originally planned to use it to deal with this hidden game.But she shouldn't have done this in the first place—because it was a failure.

Even if you use it to win, so what?

What she wanted was a frank victory that her opponent had nothing to say.

The author has something to say: outrageous, it’s 10:30 another day, what’s going on

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 professional reminder (no wins);

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Longxia Huaxia; 5 bottles of Yehuo;

555, thank you, everyone! !