The Beauty of Eating Halberd Collectors

"what?!"

Hiizako Shinto didn't expect that she would complain softly, but Nakiri Erina heard it, and hurriedly lowered her head and said, "Miss Erina, I'm just"

"From the original Crystal Shrimp Dumpling Emperor to the noodle cakes that remind people of the past, he is this kind of person who does not stick to the rules. I think, he is also"

Xinto Feishazi, who was waiting on the side, gradually opened her mouth wide, and a shocked expression appeared on her pretty face.

This, is this still Erina-san?Wasn't Lin Feng always the object of Erina's hatred?how come

However, what Hiishako Shinto didn't expect was that Erina Nakiri suddenly changed the subject and asked again, "Hissako, do you remember what Grandpa said to me before?"

Before Hirano Shinto could speak, Erina Nakiri continued, "I think I should understand what I have been missing in my cooking."

Hishako Shinto, who was standing behind her, hesitated for a long time, and finally did not ask what it was. For her, it was a good thing that Miss Erina's cooking skills could improve.

Similarly, Nakiri Erina, who was sitting on the chair, looked at Lin Feng who had already reached the last step, her beautiful eyes were blurred, and she didn't know what she was thinking. .

Body 155. Spicy praise (first update)

Time passed quickly, and the cooking of the two also reached the last step.

Start the pot, turn off the heat, and pour the Mapo Tofu into the plate. After a long time, I Zhaoji glanced at Lin Feng, who was still busy, and the look of contempt on his face became stronger and stronger.

That fellow Isshiki would lose to such an unwise person, he really stayed on the seventh seat for a long time, and his cooking skills went backwards!

Thinking in my heart, Jiu I took up the plate and walked towards the jury table.

Putting the mapo tofu plate in front of the three judges one by one, Jiuga Teruki clapped both hands and said with a smile, "Please try our original mapo tofu!"

In the white porcelain plate, bright red juice wraps the tofu, and red peppers pop out from time to time, and the faint spicy taste from it stimulates the senses of Dojima Gin and others. Po Tofu.

Roland Chapelle glanced at the Mapo tofu on the plate, and said slowly, "I shouldn't have tasted the dishes I made for a long time."

As a teacher, he didn't want his two students to collide.However, as a teacher, he understands that if he wants to grow up in Totsuki Academy, where the strong survive, he must eat 14 halberds.Only by constantly initiating challenges and meeting challenges, will culinary skills grow rapidly and climb to the top of the moon.

After a long time, Dojima Gin, who was sitting on the left, picked up the spoon on the side, poked at the mapo tofu on the plate, took a sip, and chewed it in his mouth.

"Well!"

Just after taking a bite, Dojima Gin's face turned red.If it weren't for the long-term maintenance of food, I'm afraid he would have called out directly.

At the moment of the entrance, the pungency like a volcanic eruption swept through the mouth in an instant, like a huge wave hitting the reefs, hitting Dojima Gin's taste buds.

However, what was unexpected was that Dojima Gin, who seemed to be enduring pain, would stick out his spoon again, scoop up a spoonful of Mapo Tofu and put it in his mouth to chew.

The same scene also happened to Roland Chapelle and Nakiri Senzaemon, and the two also tasted spoon after spoon.

"It's obviously very uncomfortable, why do you continue to taste it?"

“Just looking at it makes me feel so spicy”

"No, I feel like I want to drink water!"

The voices of the students next to her came to her ears, and Alice Nakiri frowned and explained, "This is addiction."

"Addictive?" Kurokiba beside him asked lazily.

"Yeah, it's not one of the physiological categories, nor is it spicy or taste, it's pain," Alice Nakiri continued: "The physiological definition of taste is sweet, bitter, sour, salty, and delicious. These five but spicy flavors are not the same as the organs that can sense taste, but are sensed by vanilla-based receptors. In addition, the strong spicy flavor will stimulate the secretion of adrenaline beta endorphins in the brain. This is The so-called addiction is also known as the phenomenon of using the pain to feel the spiciness.”

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Although she already knew that Alice Nakiri would use her molecular knowledge to explain to herself, but after hearing the other party's explanation, Kurokiba Ryo was still in a circle, which was incomprehensible.

Nakiri Alice asked in an unfinished mood, "Do you understand?"

"no"

"You" Nakiri Alice pouted and stared at Kurokiba Ryo, and said with hatred: "It seems that it is necessary for you to learn from the secretary beside Erina."

After a long time, Dojima Gin and the others put down their chopsticks one after another. What is surprising is that Nakiri Senzaemon did not know when his clothes burst again.

Just relying on a spicy taste can make the old man's clothes burst, and my cooking skills have improved a lot after a long time.

Thinking in his heart, Nakiri Senzaemon's eyes lit up, and he saw that Lin Feng was already walking towards the three with a plate.

"I just gave away one spicy, and another one is welcome. I feel like I want to drink water and have a good time." Dojima Yin joked.

Placing the sealed plates in front of the three of them in turn, Lin Feng took a step back and said, "Please taste this dish called Spicy Praise."

Spicy compliments? !

With a curious thought, Dojima Gin slowly lifted the lid of the sealed plate while Lin Feng watched.

In an instant, the rich fragrance swept over the hall as if it had found an escape, and instantly filled the entire venue.

smell good!

All the people present had such thoughts in their minds, and the sense of smell was completely paralyzed by the fragrance at this moment.

"This is Holy Basil!"

In the audience, a silver-haired boy with a ponytail said in surprise, "And it's still used in a fresh state!"

The next second, the silver-haired boy turned around and asked the woman with eyes beside him, "Run, did you give him the spices?"

The woman called Run blinked, shook her head and said, "No, he has never been to the research institute."

Hearing what the woman said, the silver-haired boy turned his head to look at Lin Feng, who was carrying his hands behind his back, with a curious look on his face.