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No matter which one it is, it is a prosperous world that is extremely attractive.

There are many interviewers from cooking magazines and TV stations for live reports.

Under such circumstances, Su Ming entered this academy with a letter of recommendation signed by his father Su Lin's name.

Temporarily inserted. Enter the junior high school and participate in the senior high school promotion examination.

Originally, this was not allowed, but who made Father Surin famous as a time traveler in this world.

Father Su Lin, who has the name of God of Cooking, wants to recommend someone to join Yuanyue, it is too simple.

Even if the old man from Zaemon is known as the gourmet mafia, he has to give him a face.

Even if Dad has disappeared for a while...

With this in mind, Su Ming came to the reporting office here.

The staff glanced at him and took the admission notice in Su Ming's hand.

"Okay." The staff member wearing glasses said: "In addition, the assessment for promotion to the high school has begun, and you are arranged to appear in the last batch, um... There are still about [-] minutes, and the location is three kilometers. outside."

"..."

Su Ming took the procedure sheet and the simple map, and glanced at the general plan above.

There is only one thought in my mind - what a luxurious school.

The three-kilometer journey is not difficult for him.

Along the way, we took a look at the beautiful scenery around us.

Then, just as he was about to arrive, a slightly noisy and boisterous voice came from Su Ming's ear.

Turning his head, his eyes followed the road and looked inside.

Crowds of people...

It's as spectacular as a Uranus concert on TV.

Countless reporters around.

There were flashes of light everywhere.

Su Ming opened his mouth slightly, looking at the scene in front of him.

For the first time, he realized how important cooking is in a world where food is above everything else.

There is a very attractive aroma in the nose.

The soul of the foodie hidden in the young man's body began to move.

"Have you heard? It's the tongue of God."

"Ah? Is Miss Erina going to appear?"

"Oh my god, it's a worthwhile trip to actually see the cooking made by the eldest lady."

"..."

There was such an exclamation in front of him.

Su Ming was stunned for a moment, and the image of a certain blond young lady appeared in his mind.

Oh~ the tongue of God?

interesting. ..

Chapter [-] Son of God of Cooking

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Erina Nakiri.

A talented cooking girl with the name of God's Tongue.

She is also the chairman of the school and the granddaughter of Nakiri Senzaemon.

A veritable lady.

The whole body exudes a dazzling light.

……

"Zhong Lingyuxiu, a genius who combines the love of the world with one body."

Su Ming stood aside, looking at the beautiful blonde girl who slowly appeared, with a look of admiration flashing in his eyes.

Excellent women are always loved by men.

Nakiri Erina is undoubtedly a very good girl.

"Hey, are you a reporter here to interview?"

While Su Ming was watching Erina's cooking carefully, someone noticed him standing at the door.

Su Ming turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in a chef's robe.

The other party's xiong mouth has a teacher's certificate.

Should be a teacher at the college.

The boy took out the permission certificate he had just obtained from his pocket and handed it to him.

The middle-aged teacher took it over and looked at it carefully for a while, then suddenly realized that he looked at Su Ming with a hint of surprise: "Are you the son of Su Lin, the God of Cooking?"

This sentence was a little louder.

The reporters nearby who were carefully filming the preparation of Erina cuisine heard it in their ears.

Then suddenly it seemed like a torrent broke out.

All eyes were on Su Ming.

"It's me..." Su Ming frowned.

He doesn't like this kind of address - you are XXX's son?

This statement is as if he exists only because of his father.

Even though Su Ming really respected his father, he didn't like this happening - he Su Ming was Su Ming, not anyone's vassal.

What Dad can do, he can also do, and what Dad can't do, he can still do.

"Humph."

He snorted softly, ignoring the reporters who had become extremely gossip and frenzied around him.

Su Ming followed behind the middle-aged teacher and walked towards the backstage.

A different look fell on him.

Seemingly sensing something, Su Ming turned to look over there.

Just met the eyes of the eldest lady in the middle.

Glancing at each other.

Then the eldest lady continued to cook, and Su Ming followed the teacher into the backstage.

"This time the topic is - tofu."

The teacher took the chef's uniform from the side and handed it to Su Ming, then put an assessment sheet with detailed information in his hand.Lazy people listen to the book www.lanren9.com

"Although time is a little tight, I believe that you are Su Lin's son. This trivial matter should be nothing to you."

"..."

It's that tone again.

Su Ming now thinks that this is also part of Dad's calculation.

Take advantage of his natural inability to admit defeat to arouse his competitive spirit.

"Oh~ I see."

Su Ming responded, took off his coat, and put on a white chef's uniform.

God of Cooking?It's a really big name.

Dad, if that's what you mean...then just watch, I will definitely make the world tremble for me.

With a flash of light in his eyes, the boy picked up the kitchen knife on the side.

then……

then……

Then he remembered.

I don't know how to cook at all! ! !

It's over, with the biggest problem ever.

Sweat dripped from the boy's forehead immediately.

"Nakiri Erina - 100 points!"

At this time, such a voice came from outside, indicating the end of this batch of assessments.

Miss Erina, unsurprisingly, got the highest score so far.

"As expected of the tongue of God, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid she will get a position of the top ten as soon as she enters the high school?"

"What an amazing talent."