Fantasy System Chapter 210: Happy time never ends

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"It turned out to be mild milk neutralization, combined with the secret Longjing tea rice, and fused together to make a mellow curry rice that can awaken people's inner emotions!"

Eating the food bit by bit, the mellow taste hits the soul again and again like the waves. Shinomiya Kojirō and Dōjima Gin can't help but remember the warmth of the family once, but the years have hurried and the parents have already passed away.

But Mu Fan ’s dish reminded them of their dead parents: “This kind of dish contains a lot of emotion and heart, and the jury ’s full score is not excessive ...”

"20, 20, 20 points!"

Thinking of this, Sendawara Natsume, Dōjima Gin, and Shinomiya Kojirō all pressed their respective scores.

Seeing the beating scores on the judging table, the Kawashima Urara on the stage could not help but exclaimed: "Oh my god, there are three judges who all gave out 20 points full marks, then the next two judges will give What kind of score did you get? "

Seeing the total score on the big screen become 60 points, all the audience on the stage looked at the two judges of the American Cuisine Academy.

Looking at both Griwa and James who have no action, Dōjima Gin finished the rest of the egg wrap curry rice and ridiculed: "Greehua, you, the arrogant just now, how can you not score? Is it possible that Mu Fan has defeated the first Siegno of your American cooking school? Or maybe everything you have planned carefully was defeated by an ordinary chef, and you feel uncomfortable with this kind of ending in the end? "

"If you do n’t intend to admit it, then we will ask the Food Judging Board to make another substitution and give this dish a proper score."

A cold light flashed in Shinomiya Kojirō's eyes, and he urged faintly.

Looking at the curry rice in front of her, Griwa ’s lips tremble slightly, and the resistance comes from the emotion in the cooking:

"I do n’t want to admit ... I really do n’t want to admit that a chef from a common small restaurant can make this kind of cuisine that contains endless deep emotions. This is the only one who is called The cooking that can be made for the men of "Sura", now he is such an ordinary cook, has actually reached ... "

"However, as a cook, in any case, you can't give such dishes a low score."

Oran James clenched his fists unwillingly, staring at the Mu Fan standing on the stage in horror.

Now they ca n’t turn back even if they score low, because once the Shinomiya Kojirō trio feels that their judging is selfish, they will be replaced by the judge, and because the selfish judging has been exposed, they will no longer be able to cook Identity set foot in the cooking world.

Clenching your teeth, the two chefs at the American Cuisine Academy finally pressed two points with a touch of selfishness: "19, 19 points!"

"Mu Fan, 98 points total!"

At the moment the total score was announced, a sound of Hatsune sounded in the mind of Mu Fan:

"Ding-S + grade recipe creation is completed, [sublimation of golden fried rice, curry made of seven kinds of spices and pork, plus Longjing tea and mild milk neutralization, to make dishes that can glow and awaken inner emotions] ... please name your brother. "

"Just call it Golden Egg Curry Rice!"

Mu Fan made a random name, secretly surprised.

I did n’t expect that I was just immersed in the memories of my mother ’s cooking for him. I was able to create a recipe that can only be redeemed by the five Fantasy Point(s) in System. After I finished the name, there was another curry rice recipe in my mind. .

"Brother, you just inadvertently entered into the emotion of making dishes. This kind of cuisine is not successful every time. You can raise yourself to level 10 and become an S-level chef by adding oil. Success rate. "Hatsune smiled and said:" Brother will continue to work hard. "

"I understand."

Mu Fan nodded, but this time he spent too much attention on the food festival. From the last dish he made, he can also see that making dishes is not a simple matter.

"I am not willing, I am not willing!"

At this moment, a heartbreaking roar pulled Mu Fan back to reality, and Mu Fan turned back, but saw that Jeno came to him with his hair in his hair, his eyes were covered with blood, and his fierce anger stared at him. :: "Why, I made a New Orleans-style high-class beef burger, but I would lose to a low-level cook like you, I am not reconciled!"

"Chef? When you say this again, don't you think you are a cook too? Really, it seems that you haven't reflected at all."

Mu Fan just glanced at the almost mad Jeno, and then brought up the remaining curry and egg wrap on the table and gave it to Jeno with a spoon.

"This is prepared for you, then you can taste it yourself. Is my food delicious or so-called dark!"

"You ..."

Jeno bit her lip tightly, glaring with annoyance at Mu Fan, tremblingly cut the egg-curry rice, and then scooped a spoonful of eggs and curry into the mouth.

Eating two bites in a row, his eyes turned red, and a burst of crystal tears poured:

"The mellow flavored soup and the fried egg are integrated, and the body is almost melted. Even the aftertaste ca n’t be dissipated in the mouth ... This is the breath of the family, which is full of irritation The outbreak of cooking, it is more like the embrace of my mother when I was a child. This taste ... It seems that I lost. "

Speaking of which, Jeno lost his former demeanor, and shook his body, kneeling on the ground almost decadently and desperately, with no look in his eyes.

He could n’t imagine that even though the college specially made so many calculations on the day of the food festival, he eventually lost to Mu Fan to make a simple dish.

Looking down and standing in front of Jeno, Mu Fan said coldly, "This is why you have never been able to break through, because you will only use some means and only make some gorgeous dishes according to the steps. But I did not expect that although it looks ordinary, it blends all kinds of emotions. This kind of deliberate cuisine is the most delicious cuisine in the world ... "

"Huh, Tōtsuki Academy, we will fight you again next time!"

Seeing this scene, the two chefs of the American Cuisine Academy glanced at Shinomiya Kojirō and Dōjima Gin, quickly stepped down, and helped Jeno, who was almost hit by the shock, turn around without hesitation and walk away.

"Since it's here, why should you leave so anxiously?"

At this moment, a figure was standing in front of them, and raised his head. I saw Mu Fan who was just standing on the stage enjoying the honor. I don't know when, he came to them.

This scene also immediately attracted the attention of the audience on the field, and the whole scene was silent, looking at the three parties facing each other.

"Do you want what are you doing? We still have something to do when we return to our country. There is no time to delay here."

Greehua looked at Mu Fan and said coldly. Seeing that Mu Fan was unmoved, he could only squeeze out a smile on his face. He moved forward and whispered in Mu Fan's ear to persuade, "Let us go, we Can give you money, 500 million, no, 1 billion. As long as you are willing to let us go. "

"It is too late."

Mu Fan shook his head, turned his head and glanced at the Eriri that had gone from the audience to the stage, and Eriri held a mobile phone in his hand. When he saw this mobile phone, Grihua's face suddenly turned pale.

Is this Jason ’s phone?

Next, Eriri took the phone and placed it on the microphone handed over to her by Kawashima Urara.

Turn on the recording button: "My name is Jason, I was the fifth seat of the American Cuisine Academy, and Jeno is my younger brother. They are going to get the first place of the food festival here, so that Tōtsuki Academy will be defeated, so American cuisine The college can surpass Tōtsuki as the most famous cooking holy place in the world ... "

After hearing this, the audience was silent, and the teenager who was originally covered with scars on his face, after releasing this voice, finally showed a relieved smile.

"The shame of you cooking world, since you come, don't go back ..."