Food: I was a cartoonist in Totsuki

Later, Caibo Chaoyang passed the first door under the guidance of the staff.

Tong Yu didn't take Caibo Chaoyang seriously. In his eyes, Chaoyang was just a clown.

Even though Chaoyang's strength has improved in the past few months, he is still vulnerable to them.

"."Chuangzhen, don't take it too seriously and pass the trial properly. There will definitely be a chance to fight Chaoyang after entering the castle tower." Tong Yu comforted Chuangzhen.

Chuangzhen is not the kind of person who will always care, and he knows this.

"Hey, don't worry, Tong Yujun, I will definitely prove it to him this time... who is dad's sole heir!" Chuangzhen said with clenched fists.

"Very good, you just have to be spirited. As long as you don't underestimate the enemy, you can easily defeat Chaoyang with your current strength. Do you understand?"

"I understand, of course I understand."

Everyone at the scene didn't wait long before WGO staff came over and announced the official start of the competition.

"The BLUE competition will begin soon. The first is the trial of the first door. The content will begin to be announced!"

A man in a suit wearing sunglasses came to the crowd, holding a loudspeaker and began to announce: "Everyone who challenges the first door, due to censorship, will be divided into three groups for the trial."

"Well, divided into three groups?"

Everyone was startled.

"Divide the groups into groups according to the order of the registered numbers, start now!"

After about 5 minutes, the score is determined.

Tong Yu and other six people were assigned to different groups.

Dou Yu and Ryoko Sakaki are in the first group, Mimasaku Subaru and Takemi are in the second group, and Tadokoro E and Soma are in the third group.

The six people were evenly divided into three groups.

"Everyone, let's meet at the castle tower. Can we do it?" Tong Yu glanced at several people.

"No problem at all!"

"Then let's meet at the castle tower at the end~~"

After everyone said goodbye to each other and reunited with other members of the group, they began the test of the first door.

"Let's go Ryoko."

Tong Yu took Liangzi's hand and walked forward.

In the BLUE competition, the assessment of the first door has officially begun.

Chapter 301 The Last Supper

Tong Yu took Ryoko Sakaki's hand and came to the place where the first group was taking the assessment.

Other members of the group were already waiting at a tent at the gate. A BLUE staff member came to Tong Yu and others with a content sheet.

"Let's start by explaining the rules. The criteria for passing or failing are very simple. As long as you serve a dish that satisfies the examiner, you will pass the first door test," the staff member said.

"Where's the censor? You should ask him to come out. Our time is precious."

Among the members of the first group, there was a male chef with blond hair who looked a little impatient and said.

After the chef said this, he was quickly echoed by other chefs.

"Yes, come on, start quickly, we don't want to waste time on this kind of test."

"Hmph, I actually got the privilege of being exempted from the test. I'm a star chef!"

It can be seen and heard from the words that some chefs are very disdainful of the assessment at the first door, otherwise they would not be so impatient.

Most of the people present participated in the BLUE competition for the first time and had no experience in this area.

Under such circumstances, and he claims to be a star chef and a rising star in the culinary world, what is the 273 test for the first door? He should at least start from the third door.

So ambitious!

This idiom is very appropriate to describe these chefs who are impatient and do not pay attention to the first door assessment.

Facing this group of anxious chefs, the staff of BLUE were not anxious, and their eyes fell on the tent behind them.

"Be patient. The inspector who serves as the first door of the first group has limited mobility and is coming slowly."

About a minute later, Tong Yu and others heard the sound of a wheelchair being pushed.

crunch.

Everyone looked around and saw an old man walking out from behind the tent.

The old man's hair was half white and he looked a little older, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He was sitting in a wheelchair and appeared to be pushed out from behind the tent by another staff member.

"This is the one who will be the judge this time."

It doesn't matter whether he is old or in a wheelchair. The key is that this old man still has his eyes squinted and a bottle of intravenous drip hanging on his wheelchair.

You can clearly see the green drops entering his body bit by bit.

Candles in the wind.

It felt like a gust of wind could carry the old man away.

Seeing this, a group of cooks exclaimed again.

"Ah, is this the censor? Are you kidding us?"

"Are you sure this is a patient coming out of the intensive care unit?"

Seeing a group of people exclaiming and doubting, the staff member calmly explained.

"Don't look down on this old man through colored glasses. Until a few years ago, he was a 'late-night chef' who was based in Japan. Today he came here specially from the hospital where he was staying. If this old man can still move, When it comes to cooking with hands and feet, I'm afraid none of you can be his opponent. But even so, he will serve as a judge and it will be more than enough to taste your dishes." After the staff member finished speaking, he glanced at the group of cooks in front of him with disdain.

After hearing this explanation from the staff, the complaining chef stopped talking.

"The theme of this round of assessment is to cook a dish that satisfies the old man. The theme is 'The Last Supper'." The staff member added.

The Last Supper?

Everyone was confused as to what this meant.

"The Last Supper, what does it mean? Can you explain it?"

"Also, if we want to cook something that satisfies him, we have nowhere to start with this little information."

After hearing this, the staff began to say: "This old man is called Tokiyama Hyogoro. He joined the Imperial Army when he was young and participated in the Pacific War. After the war, he started selling rice and other substances and wandered in the black market. Among them. Because his superb cooking skills were expected by people, he gradually began to enter the profession of 'late night chef'. With his strong arms and keen eyesight, he swept away the enemies in front of him, whether on the battlefield or in the kitchen. There are countless things that people gradually fear in the name of villains!”

This was Tokiyama Hyogoro's experience when he was young. He was well-known in the circle and was a powerful and courageous cook.

At some point, Tokiyama Hyogoro slowly opened his eyes and let out a series of laughter.

"Uh-huh-huh, I thought that the rest of my life would be like this. I didn't expect that I would be able to serve as a reviewer of BLUE now. I'm really grateful to you, Mr. Special Executive Officer. Thank you... Thank you so much!"

As he spoke, Tokiyama Hyogoro kept "kowtowing" to the lantern in front of him to thank him.He looked exactly like an old man with Alzheimer's disease, and he didn't look like a late-night cook.

The staff wearing sunglasses continued to say to Tong Yu and other cooks: "You only have one chance to make one dish. Those who have completed the dish will come to the inspector's place for review, which is in this tent. As for the ingredients and condiments, please You can choose and use it in the refrigerated truck parked at the back. It is forbidden to bring your own ingredients on site! The time limit is 2 hours..."

After saying everything that needed to be said, the staff stepped aside.

Even though the staff said so much, a group of cooks were still confused and didn't understand what the theme of "The Last Supper" was.

So, several cooking staff came to the staff and asked.

"Wait...wait a minute. The Last Supper, what does this theme mean?"

"This means that this theme is not just about competing for the deliciousness of the dishes, right?"

The staff member wearing sunglasses glanced at the two cooks and said, "As I said before, as long as you can serve dishes that satisfy the examiners, you can pass this test."

"Wait……"

"I can only tell you so much. If you have any questions, you might as well ask him directly." The staff member pointed at Tokiyama Hyogoro in the wheelchair and said.

After hearing this, a group of cooks gathered in front of Tokiyama Hyogoro.

"Can I ask you a question? What is your favorite dish." A cook asked Tokiyama Hyogoro.

Tokiyama Hyogoro didn't think much and answered directly: "Ah, this, my favorite is Japanese food. After all, I grew up in this land..."

"Then may I ask, where is your hometown?"

"Hmm, let me think about it. When my squadron went to the Philippines..."

"Already... starting to get confused?"

"No... we are not asking you this, we are asking about your hometown. Do you understand, grandpa?"

"What? I'm in the army, didn't I just say that? It's famous in Japan... Ah, I remembered! It was in the countryside! I ate miso-cooked udon with my family and friends, and I still feel... It’s nostalgia.”

After finishing speaking, Yamahyogoro sat in the wheelchair and started the meeting, with strong memories in his eyes.

For such old people who are dying in the wind, their memories have become their greatest wealth.

After asking about these two topics, Tokiyama Hyogoro answered questions that were all wrong, and his mind began to be confused and he fell into his own consciousness.

Everyone also knew that there was no point in continuing to ask.

Rural areas, Japanese cuisine, udon noodles.

Many cooks grasp these three key points and carry out cooking production.

Chapter 302: The chefs

A group of cooks learned from Tokiyama Hyogoro his basic preferences for cooking, and couldn't help but feel ecstatic in their hearts.

However, Dou Yu and Ryoko Sakaki remained unmoved, quietly observing and watching Tokiyama Hyogoro who was sitting in a wheelchair and receiving an intravenous drip.

"Tong Yujun, why don't we go over and ask for some useful information? For example, what does this old gentleman like to eat..."

Seeing Tong Yu standing there without moving, Sakaki Ryoko couldn't help but ask.

Almost most of the table chefs went to Tokiyama Hyogoro to ask for information they thought was useful.

Tong Yu and all the late-night cooks were on the spot - observing.

"Liangzi, it would be too simple if this assessment only asked about the old man's favorite flavors and he could pass." Tong Yu said.

Ryoko Sakaki thought for a moment and realized something: "It seems like this. Could it be that..."