Eternal food paradise

"Between Moon and Sky" venue, in the corridor filled with sunshine.

Ichiro Saiba, who was known as 'Shura', looked at the gradually disappearing figures and did not look back for a long time.

The middle-aged man with furrowed eyebrows, nicknamed Medicine Dad, obviously had too much confusion in his heart, even though he deliberately stayed behind to accompany Nakiri Senzaemon to explore the secrets of the dishes.

At this moment, one wall was an extremely bright corridor made of all glass. In Ichiro Saiba's field of vision, the road that the young man walked seemed to be filled with an unbreakable white mist.

"Dad?"

In the pocket, there was a faint sound coming from the mobile phone.

Saiba Joichiro took out the phone that had been hot for a long time. He glanced at the battery bar in the upper right corner and found that it had turned into an orange-yellow groove. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "Chaoyang, please keep the story short. Just be direct about what you want to ask."

"Of course it's the kind of ingredient that seems to be the alienated version of truffle!"

Faced with the problem of my adopted son gasping loudly.

Saiba Joichiro shook his head, "I can't understand——"

ah!

The phone made a sound that was both annoyed and a little angry.

"How could it be!" Caibo Chaoyang shouted at the other end of the voice line, "It was the same last time, that kind of 'incomprehensible' sword skill. To this day, I still can't understand it, and I tried to follow the video. Imitate and learn, and the more I imitate, the stupider I feel!”

Hearing this, Saiba Joichiro looked strange, "Did you get the videotape of that open class and then analyze and study it?"

"What a hell to analyze!"

There was a faint curse in anger.

"..." Saiba Joichiro didn't know what to say or how to evaluate his adopted son's behavior.

At least, if it were him, after he entered middle age and his hairline gradually increased, although his cooking skills had reached the peak of a certain period of his life, caution and stability also accounted for the vast majority of his personality and behavior, so he Ichiro Nami will not easily imitate anyone and try to control that kind of "understanding", because it is in the fanatical puzzle-solving action that he will sink deeper and deeper until the concept of cooking that he has finally created gradually falls apart. .

"If it were me when I was young, perhaps I would have embraced the unknown at all costs!"

Thinking of this, Ichiro Saiba couldn't help but turn around and stare at the portraits hanging high on the walls of the auditorium and stands from the entrance to the venue that had not yet been closed.

The portraits of the first seats in history are arranged here.

He looked at the most legendary one among them, that was the high-spirited Dojima Gin during his high school days.

Seeing the youthful but confident face of his good gay friend, Saiba Joichiro thought of himself inexplicably, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "Times have changed after all, adults..."

On the other end of the phone, the adopted son Caibo Chaoyang is still chattering:

"Dad, what about the others? What do they think? Nakiri Senzaemon is here, right? The mighty 'Demon King of Food' doesn't understand, right?"

Saiba Joichiro came back to his senses and shook his head in amusement, "It's not about watching, it's about eating."

"I think the commander-in-chief's mood at the moment is probably similar to that of your father and me... No, I think his feelings are probably deeper. After all, the changes and storms of change in the food industry are most likely to endanger the commander-in-chief's career in Neon Territory. 'Rule of Pillars'."

"New era, new crown..."

Saiba Joichiro whispered something, glanced at the battery level that dropped to the red warning, and cut off the real-time voice communication without saying hello.

…

The Nakiri family home.

After returning from "Moon and Sky", Senzaemon sat silently in the tea room, staring at the wide and open courtyard in front of him. After a long time, he made a phone call and prepared to issue the decision-making document unanimously approved by the board of directors:

"Si, come to my house."

In a certain cooking laboratory in the academy, Si Yingshi was full of doubts and put down the landline phone, "Hey, from the commander-in-chief's tone, it seems that there is something big going on? It's strange. In addition to the "residential training" for freshmen, the recent school affairs arrangements There's basically nothing for the commander-in-chief to worry about. "

Unable to understand, Si Yingshi shook his head and could only regretfully and unwillingly glance at the half-way recipe study on the kitchen table.

Main material - beef shank.

Accessories and spices - a personal recipe that emphasizes the spicy and ancient flavor.

Cooking tools - metal steamer.

"About the article "Beef Leg Stewed with Ancient Spices", my personal reproduction version has finally come to an end." Si Yingshi took off his cooking clothes and put on the boy's uniform of Yuanyue while reluctantly turning his head towards the kitchen counter. "The use of alienated beef is probably no problem. The key point is that the 'ancient flavor' of the formula is not enough, far from it!"

"Is my attainment in this area too shallow? It seems I need to ask Professor Shiomi Jun for help!"

boom!

After closing the door, Si Yingshi walked into the elevator thoughtfully.

…

On the shore of Lake Ashi, Yueyue Palace.

This is the place where this year's freshmen will undergo "residential training" hell training. It is about 2 and a half hours' drive from Totsuki Campus.

The freshmen departed by bus in the morning, so it happened to be noon when they arrived at the hotel.

Then, nearly a thousand freshmen were notified to gather in the hotel's grand banquet hall.

But an hour has passed, almost two hours, and still no faculty member has come out to preside over the work. The hall is noisy, and the freshmen are in groups, chatting about nothing.

Everyone gathered in Jixing Lao.

"strangeness!"

Yoshino Yuki, who was impatient to wait, puffed up her cheeks and said: "According to senior Isshiki's training experience, the first day's topics will be very tight! Busy!"

"But what's going on now-"

Listening to the girl talking loudly and venting her frustration, Jun Imusaki, a taciturn boy, glanced at her and said expressionlessly: "Wouldn't it be better to save your energy to deal with the issues?"

Yoshino Yuki was quiet for a while, but still couldn't rest. She quietly moved next to Tazoe and poked the girl's shoulder with her finger, "Hey, Xiaomei, there are almost a thousand people gathered in this hall, right? Do you know how many people can survive! I heard from Senior Isshiki that the elimination rate is terrible!"

As she spoke, Yoshino Yuki carefully observed Tazoe's facial expression, anticipating her reaction.

However.

Tadokoro treated her as if she were nothing, and it was true that sweat broke out on her forehead from time to time, but these tensions and emotions were obviously mismatched for the occasion, and were not nervous about the "residential training" that was currently going on at all!

"...Tatsugoro-dono ordered the 'teriyaki chicken cutlet'... Alphonse-dono ordered the 'curry rice'... Aldorius-sama ordered the 'fried tenderloin cutlet'..."

"Ma, be there soon!"

The girl with blue hair and double braids kept mumbling, "Oh, no, Miss Fardaniya actually wants to eat pure vegetarian fried rice? Why, why did the customized recipe manuscript given to me by the store manager be called "Comet" "Fried rice" is such a strange name..."

Yoshino Yuki and Sakaki Ryoko next to her looked at each other.

"She never stopped?"

Ryoko Sakaki nodded in an angry and funny tone.

So Yoshino Yuki's eyes contained sadness, and she held her forehead with her hand: "It's over! Xiaomei must still be dreaming and hasn't woken up!"