Shiji: taste bud reversal

346. What kind of food are you?!

"Ladies and gentlemen in front of the TV!" Rei Kawashima said, holding up the microphone and holding her fingers high to the judges' seat, "Before the official start of the competition, please allow me to introduce the staff of the Halberd Tournament of the United Wing!"

As her words fell, a man dressed as a waitress streamed out of the passage and spread out to different positions on the jury.

"That's right! Because this halberd has recruited an unprecedented 2,000 judges, these staff will be responsible for serving the food! Rest assured, they are all highly trained staff from the Far Moon Resort!"

"Considering the best tasting period of the ingredients, these staff will serve the dishes to the contestants in real time!"

"So now, the five-hour countdown has officially begun!"

As soon as Kawashima finished speaking, the entire audience erupted into an uproar.

There is no other reason, but simply because the late-night cooks sent by the central party took out their own kitchen utensils.

"W-What is that?!"

"Can that stuff be used for cooking?!"

"Guillotine?!syringes?!And what other strange equipment?!Even the circus juggling balls were brought out?!"

"Is that guy who cooks with poison claws serious?!"

"Is this a late-night cook?!These 990 guys are definitely not normal, right?"

Except for the rebels who have already dealt with these late-night cooks, it is almost the first time for everyone to see these chefs cooking live, and it has to be said that not everyone can accept those curious kitchen utensils.

For a while, the scene continued to exclaim.

"What kind of food are they going to cook?" The Polestar Liao people in the audience were paying close attention to the situation in the ring at the moment, because they had been eliminated by these late-night cooks once before, and they knew each other's strength very well.

"Looks like she's preparing for sashimi," said Ibuzaki Jun as he looked at Banibel by the guillotine and the ingredients placed in front of her, and muttered, "... Quite a clever choice, if it's sashimi, with the ability of those guys, it is true that two thousand servings can be made in a short time. "

"However, in this case, the quality of the dipping sauce and the ingredients themselves will determine the victory. Yoshino Yuhime frowned, "That's too tricky, isn't it?"

"This time, the United Halberd did not have a limited dish owner (BHBA) question, and this game was played at the level of Brawl from the beginning. Marui Zenji shook his head, "So, even if the other party brings out five types of sashimi, it is in line with the rules... Of course, I don't think they're going to choose to serve out five types of sashimi. "

"In contrast, Shiraki-kun and them..."Ryoko Sakaki looked at the sidelines with some concern, and sure enough, at this time, the audience had already begun to exclaim.

I saw that a group of men in black suits carrying buckets were rushing in from the sidelines, and the contestants on the far moon side, except for Bai Mu, were all gathered in front of machines that looked like drink machines, preparing something in full swing.

After connecting the machines together, the people connected the pipes into a large vessel, and the men in suits who carried buckets to the stage poured the drinking water directly into the large vessel.

"What is this doing?"

The audience in the audience was full of discussions, on the one hand, they were dissatisfied with the fact that the central side was preparing to make sashimi, and on the other hand, the operation on the side of the far moon was completely incomprehensible.

"Are they going to let the judges drink pure water?"

Some viewers had their brains open, and then they felt that it was impossible.

This is a halberd, but it's not an informal offline competition, so that the judges and boiled water, even people with a hole in their brains don't dare to think so, right?

"Lord, come on!"

At this time, suddenly the students in one area began to shout in unison, and the sound that erupted, even Rei Kawashima, who was far away in the ring, was startled.

"Zhong-Huayan! Will win! The main general! Will win!"

It wasn't until the slogan was shouted that Rei Kawashima realized what this group of people was about. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

I almost forgot that Shiraki was a representative of the research society that was in the limelight throughout the far moon.

Although under the forcible interference of the center, all the research societies and laboratories have been greatly inferior to before, but now that the central gastronomic institutions are about to be completely expelled by Yuanyue, these research societies have also begun to recover again.

"The one on the stage is the main general of the Zhonghua Research Institute... The chef who is rumored to have taken the first seat of the Ten Masterpieces?"

The judges on stage were also whispering.

Although they were all found by Nagi Thistle, they have nothing to do with the center, they are all new celebrities who have a lot of assets and blindly chase well-known chefs.

What Nagi Cut Thistle likes is that this group of people obviously don't know how to taste real food, and they only rely on the style of nouveau riche to try to enter the real upper circle through food.

For true cooks, this group of guys is undoubtedly a cancer in the world of food connoisseurship.

Sure enough, some people immediately questioned the strange approach of the Far Moon side.

"Are they going to actually let us drink pure water?"

"The guillotine sashimi on the other side is also weird..."

The judges in the same row were talking to each other, and few of the people sitting here had ever been in contact with late-night cooks, and with their financial and social status, they could only choose to admire those well-known star restaurants, so when they saw the exaggerated guillotine in front of Barnibel, these judges felt a lot of anxiety in their hearts, and they couldn't imagine what the food made with that thing would taste like.

And while they were discussing, the countdown to the scene passed minute by minute.

In about twenty minutes, everyone on the side of the Far Moon School Park has already cooperated with the man in the black suit to fill all the pure water.

At this time, the large mixed vessel was filled with transparent and clear pure water.

Bai Mu, the only one standing in front of the cooking table, held a cup with a visual capacity of about 500 milliliters in his hand, and slowly walked towards the large mixed utensils.

"What is this going to do?"

The audience looked at each other, although they saw what Bai Mu had stewed in front of the cooking table just now, but the movement was too small, and the audience in the front row didn't even smell the taste, what could that small cup, the whole soup estimated to be less than 500 ml do? .