Gourmets in the Heavens

No matter how high the previous evaluation is, when the word 'but' appears, everything becomes a foreshadowing.

"She shouldn't be the first to serve!"

"Even if she wants to build a delicious barrier, she has to consider one thing, what kind of cooking the opponent is going to prepare..."

At this moment, a hot smell occupied the air of the shop, like a bomb about to explode, destroying the elegant spring color created by Erina.

It's like a hot summer after spring!

"Activating the taste buds of the judges may turn out to be... an assist for the opponent!"

Yukihira Seiichiro's words fell, and Zhao Yougan brought his own dishes to the table while taking advantage of the rolling heat wave and in the white mist-like steam.

Putting the steamer away, Zhao Yougan looked at the diners in front of him with a confident smile.

"Since you've had the soup, you should be hungry too."

"Come and taste my... Journey to the West of the Flame Mountain!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Youqian had already opened the cage and learned the lesson of the last competition. Although he couldn't restrain all the smells, he could take advantage of the perfect time to let all the smells erupt. It was already something he could do.

Immediately, the temperature in the entire small shop suddenly exploded, like a burning lotus flower appeared in front of several people.

"Hu, hu, hu!"

Nakiri Senzaemon was already gasping for breath at a glance.

"What a taste of domineering!"

And Miss Erina is already pale.

'This overbearing taste...'

Just relying on her sense of smell, she has already noticed the horror of Zhao Yougan's dish, and just as Yukihira Seiichiro said, it is suppressing the taste of her previous soup!

Among the sour, sweet, bitter and salty, it actually belongs to the pain... spicy taste!

Chapter 19 will come to the second eater of the heavens

"Journey to the West of the Flame Mountain?"

Nakiri Senzaemon's eyes lit up with the dishes that seemed to be burning in flames.

The fiery smell made the taste buds in his mouth stimulated by the last soup, more and more eager for strong stimulation.

He didn't care if the dish was really ignited, the chopsticks just stretched out.

The slightly blurred and twisted air was quickly picked up by him with a round belly of pasta.

Looking closely, Nakiri Senzaemon was a little surprised.

"This is... a snack from Yaozhou Huhai side, fried buns?"

Yukihira Soma, who was still shocked at how easily Zhao Yougan imitated his father's dishes yesterday, looked carefully at this time and found a difference.

Yesterday, Seiichiro Seiichiro Seiichiro made simmered wheat. The skin is completely thin and light-transmitting, and you can see the faint pink indentation inside.

But Zhao Youqian's dish is different. It uses fermented noodles instead of hot noodles, which are full of toughness and tighter. The slightly swollen white noodles also show a slight burnt yellow on the bottom.

Apparently it wasn't completely steamed, and the skill of frying was also used.

And Seiichiro Yukihira, the creator of the recipe, was also amazed at the great changes Zhao Yougan made, almost completely changing his recipe.

"But why serve it in the form of steaming? The crispy bottom of the fried buns should be instantly softened by the steam, which can't achieve the most perfect effect!"

With just a glance, Erina could see the weakness of this dish, and pointed at the hand of her grandfather, which was clearly curved, rather than attacking the fried bun with a crispy hard bottom.

"Who told me the crispiness of this dish was where the bottom was fried?"

Zhao Youqian shook his head slowly and looked at the three people who had already picked up the fried dumplings.

"Try it..."

Then he pushed the remaining three fried buns in the steamer to Nakiri Erina.

"Don't you have the title of 'God's Tongue'? Come and try the flaws of my dish!"

Not caring at all that the other party was an opponent, Zhao Yougan placed a pair of chopsticks in front of Erina, dragged it with the chopstick pillow, and treated Nakiri Erina as a diners.

Then Zhao Youqian turned around and went to the kitchen, took out a few small porcelain plates, and placed a little red vinegar in front of everyone.

However, at this time, several people were already attracted by the raw fry in front of them, and did not pay more attention to his actions.

Not only does it look like a raging flame, but it smells like a fire.

When the chopsticks pick up the soft dough, it seems to sink in, and the elastic dough wraps the chopsticks directly, as if a piece of chopsticks disappeared into the dough.

After hesitating for a moment, he chose to taste the dishes of this proud and stinky owner. Erina was also shocked by the softness and elasticity of the dough.

Even in the most famous Xiangjiang dim sum shop in Kyoto Imperial, she has never seen such a soft dough.

But when I picked up this fried bun, the strong spicy taste at the beginning did not know when it was relieved, but it became a refreshing aroma.

Yukihira Seiichiro shrugged his nose.

'Is this a green pepper?No... it's tiger skin green peppers! ! '

By his side, the Demon King of Food, whose appetite had been awakened, had already bitten off half of a fried bun.