Food: I Am A Cartoonist In Totsuki

Chapter 18: The gap, I bowed my head according to the discipline

When Tong Yu put the mapo tofu from the iron pot onto the plate, Teruki Kuga and others suddenly saw a golden light lingering around the plate.

Glow?

No, it’s blinding.

How can cooking shine.

“I thought I would make some kind of peculiar mapo tofu, but I just replaced the beef with soybeans to make ground meat according to the comics. The other production methods are almost the same as the mapo tofu we make!”

“Sure enough, it’s just a kid who can play tricks. After a long time, my commander, I don’t think I need to eat his food, just throw him out.”

“Commander, commander?”

Several bald heads called out for a long time, but he didn’t respond at all.

However, seeing Jiu I Zhaoji’s eyes fixed on Tong Yu’s finished cooking, his expression trembled slightly.

“Impossible, how could a first grader reach that level and cook like that? I must have misunderstood just now.” Jiuga murmured.

At this time, Tong Yu also sent the finished dishes to Teruki Jiuga and Hōjō Miyoko: “Senior Jiuga, Hōjō, let’s try it, this is the ‘Magic Mapo Tofu’ made according to the method of “Zhonghua Ian”. ”

Each of the two will have one share. As for the subordinates who have been taking care of me for a long time, just let him watch it.

Tong Yu first handed the spoon to Hōjō Miyoko.

Hōjō Miyoko took the spoon, his eyes fell on Tong Yu and he said, “So you were pretending in class before!”

“What, what are you talking about, classmate Hōjō, I don’t quite understand.” Tong Yu pretended to be stupid.

Hōjō Miyoko glared at Tong Yu fiercely, and did not pay attention to Tong Yu at this time. She set her eyes on the Mapo tofu that was out of the pot in front of her.

From the appearance alone, this mapo tofu is really no different from what I have just made by my subordinates for a long time.

However, in terms of fragrance, Tong Yu’s is better.

“Long time my senior, don’t be in a daze and eat while it’s hot.” Tong Yu shouted.

It took a long time for me to follow the discipline and then I regained my senses, with a somewhat unnatural look and picked up the spoon.

Soon, Teruki Kuga and Hōjō Miyoko put a spoonful of tofu mixed with sauce and a little “minced meat” into their mouths.

The first bite was still hot.

Followed by the spicy and numb taste lingering throughout the mouth.

Hot, spicy and numb complement each other. The three kinds of tastes are integrated and layered, and the wonderful taste is lingering in the mouth.

Gollum.

After swallowing, both Teruki Kuga and Hōjō Miyoko were startled.

Then, Jiu I scooped up the second and third spoons according to Ji.

Hōjō Miyoko was about the same, completely unable to stop after the first bite.

The two did not stop until the tofu on the plate was eaten clean.

Seeing this, Jiu I Zhaoji’s subordinates were also surprised.

Snapped.

After a long time, the spoon in my hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Tong Yu raised the corners of his mouth when he saw this: “Long time my senior, did you find something?”

“I didn’t expect that the taste of beef with ground soybeans is so different. The ‘crisp’ taste of ground soybeans enhances the taste of the whole dish. Is this the ‘magic mapo tofu’ with six flavors in one?”

Jiuga Teruji’s voice was hoarse, his right hand clenched into a fist and trembled: “This Mapo Tofu is indeed much more delicious than ‘Jiuwo Mapo Tofu’.”

Saying this, Jiuga Teruki still has a look of unwillingness on his face.

Despite wanting to deny Tong Yu’s cooking, as a chef he knows he can’t trick his tongue.

It is unacceptable that there are still a few subordinates who have spent a lot of time learning the recipes, but they will actually lose to the recipes of a food comic?

This is ridiculous too!

After a long time, I looked up according to the discipline and looked at Tong Yu again: “First grader, what’s your name?”

“Tong Yu.”

After a long time, I heard Tong Yu’s name, and my face changed slightly.

“So you are Tong Yu!”

“Well, senior has heard of me before?”

Jiuga Teruji did not explain this issue, and said: “Tong Yu, from now on you are the chief general of the Chinese Cuisine Research Association, and I am the deputy chief. I will announce this news to everyone in the research institute immediately.”

After hearing for a long time that I was really going to give up the position of the chief general of the Chinese Cuisine Research Association, a few bald heads panicked and objected.

“The leader can’t, how can we make a mere first-year leader of our research club!”

“He must have made this Mapo tofu by mistake. He is not qualified to lead our research group.”

“Several idiots shut up, don’t you understand that this kid’s cooking skills are better than mine?” Jiu I reprimanded according to the rules.

After hearing what I Zhaoji said for a long time, a few bald heads were startled again.

“His cooking skills are better than those of my general?”

“How is this possible, Master, you are the eighth seat of the Elite Ten.”

Tong Yu didn’t say a word from beginning to end, and looked at Teruki Kuga and his subordinates with a smile on his face.

“For a long time, my senior, why are you so sure that my cooking skills are better than yours? If it is really the same as what these bald-headed brothers said, I just made a good meal by mistake.” Tong Yu laughed said.

Jiu I Zhaoji shook his head and said: “The difference in the taste of the cooking will be directly reflected in the cooking skills, and the cooking you just cooked…”

When I said this for a long time, I stopped according to the rules, and after hesitating for a while, it seemed that I had made up my mind.

“If you can, please teach me the essence of Chinese cuisine.” Jiuga Teruji said, bending down to Tong Yu.

This once again made several of Kuga Teruki’s subordinates stunned.

He is so arrogant on weekdays that even the other Elite Tens don’t look down on him, but he bowed his head to a first-year student.

Also surprised is Hōjō Miyoko, the eighth seat of Chinese cuisine, Jiuga Zhaoji, just voluntarily admit defeat?

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed it to be true.

After a long time, I bowed my head suddenly, which Tong Yu did not expect.

Tong Yu touched his chin and thought for a while, then said, “I’m a senior, I think we should talk alone. I guess you also want to know something.”

After a long time, I Zhaoji bent down and nodded.

…

Ten minutes later, in the dedicated office of the chairman of the Chinese Cuisine Research Association

“It turns out that, I didn’t expect my senior to know for a long time that I am the author of “China One”.”

Tong Yu nodded and understood why I was so surprised when I heard his name just now.

“I have been paying attention to your comics for a long time. Every recipe described in the comics is very well-founded and it is entirely possible to make them in reality. Therefore, it is speculated that the author of this comic must be a top chef who is proficient in Chinese cuisine. , and the dishes in the comics are his own recipes.

I didn’t know until later that the author of this manga was actually a first-year Tōtsuki. I thought I was inferring wrong, or that the comic book author of this grade was just borrowing a recipe from a certain chef. It now appears that my conjecture was completely correct. It’s just that people can’t believe that at your age, you have mastered the highest level of Chinese cuisine, “luminous cuisine”. ”

When I said this, Teruki had a bit of bitterness on his face. Before he came to Tōtsuki, he thought that his culinary talent had few rivals. However, after he came to Tōtsuki, he realized the truth of “there are people who are outside the world.”

Until today, when he met the freak Tong Yu, his pride was shattered.

Tong Yu became puzzled when he heard Jiu I Zhaoji’s words. *