The Beauty of Eating Halberd Collectors

In less than a month, it can even be said that it took only a week. What happened to Lin Feng, the swordsmanship would have such an earth-shaking change, which made Dojima Yin very surprised, but at the moment, they still have more important things to do Do.

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The next moment, under the expectation of everyone, Dojima Gin picked up the chopsticks, probed towards the dragon carving, tore off a small piece of 'dragon meat' and put it in his mouth, and began to chew slowly.

"Well"

As if being shaken by lightning, Dojima Gin's eyes lit up, and his body trembled a few times.

It was not only Dojima Gin who had such a change, but the rest of the people, even Nakiri Senzaemon, who had never shown any expression, turned ruddy after tasting Lin Feng's cooking.

"This is" Nakiri Senzaemon softly/murmured: "Dragon Yin?!"

The sky was covered with dark clouds, the thick electric light of a bucket pierced the sky, the mountains across the sky were quietly broken, and there was the sound of a tsunami hitting the stone shore in the distance. Nakiri Senzaemon, who was in the midst of the storm, faced despair, The eyes suddenly lit up, and the five-clawed golden dragon radiating light soared up to [-] miles. With a dragon roar, it was a sign of the end of the world.

“Simply delicious!”

"Tear"

With the sound of praise, Nakiri Senzaemon's shirt cracked instantly under everyone's shocked expressions. .

Body 257. Then take it as I said it!

"Look, the commander-in-chief's clothes are torn to pieces!"

"Ignorance, it's the Demon King's unique stunt 'clothing torn'."

"The only thing that can make the commander-in-chief's clothes fall apart is the incomparable food!"

"Can that kid really do it?"

In the field, many people were talking about it, and Nakiri Senzaemon's shirt suddenly cracked, causing a sensation.

Chunfang's star chef Abe Sanjin has never had this honor, and even Chunguotei, who is known as a star chef, Kikuchienko, has not moved Nakiri Senzaemon in the slightest.

Now, all this has changed dramatically in the blink of an eye. A teenager who was once criticized for coming in through the back door actually cooked food that made Nakiri Xianzaemon's clothes torn apart. This is simply incredible.

"This guy," Dojima Gin said with relief.

After witnessing everything, he turned his eyes to the dishes in front of him again, and his face that was always calm finally moved.

Cabbage and eggs are used as the 14 main ingredients of this dish. After the former is sculpted, it is smeared by the liquid/body smear of Lin Feng and eggs, and the juice is fully integrated into the cabbage. After the ear is heated in the oven, the overall taste of the cabbage becomes The rou is tender, especially after adding egg white liquid, the original sweetness is even better.

Fading the original crisp taste, retaining and improving and innovating a new taste, this is a thing that can be said in the mouth, but it is very difficult to act.

It's just that inexplicable sweetness, what's going on?

Dojima Yin frowned. When tasting the dishes cooked by Lin Feng, when the leaf flesh touched the tip of his tongue, it would cause numbness, as if being electrocuted. This strange feeling made him unable to understand for a while.

"How is it possible, how could this happen, it shouldn't, absolutely shouldn't!" Abe Sanjin shivered.

As a person in the cooking world, how could Abe Sankin not understand what happened to Nakiri Senzaemon's clothes torn apart, but it was because he understood that he was nervous and panicked.

You bastard, the omurice I cooked so well didn't break the commander-in-chief's shirt. How could that kid's trash dishes have such an honor? !

Abe Sanjin turned around abruptly and looked at Lin Feng. The calm smile on the latter's face made him grit his teeth angrily.

"Don't think you're going to win, this competition is judged by five people, and" Abe Sanjin clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "I haven't lost yet!"

"It's so boring," Lin Feng shook his head and smiled.

"What did you say?!" Abe Sanjin stared into Lin Feng's eyes, and he had a tendency to punch people when he disagreed.

"I said you were too boring." Lin Feng continued without hesitation of the many people present: "After only a few minutes, Chef Abe was already panicking. It was really boring."

"you"

Abe Sankin glared at the other party, turned around and ignored the other party.

Behind the crowd, Hojo Renzhi had a gratified smile on his face. He clenched the hands of the people next to him excitedly, ignoring the resentful eyes of the other party, and said to himself: "How many years, how many years, after Chinese cooking, I will be hopeful."

Anyone with discerning eyes can see clearly that Lin Feng uses Chinese cooking techniques, which is also typical of Chinese food. If Hojo Renzhi is not wrong, this dish cooked by Lin Feng is not much worse than the 'You Feng Lai Yi' in the Manchu and Han banquets. , it can even be said to completely surpass each other.

On the jury's seat, Saotome star Zhou, who had never spoken much, put down her chopsticks and looked at Lin Feng, asking, "I'll still call you Chef Lin, Chef Lin, I'm very curious why the leaf flesh feels like a tremor on the tip of the tongue. ."

"Yeah, I thought I was the only one who had this illusion." Ms. Kimura replied, "That feeling is like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, which makes people shiver and feel very pleasantly surprised! "

"Although I don't admit it, I have the same opinion as Kimura Hime," said the middle-aged man who had bickered with Kimura before over cooking.

Thunderbolt?

Tongue tremors?

The people present who did not taste Lin Feng's cuisine were all monks who were confused.

Tongue tremors can be understood as numbness, and there are many reasons for numbness, such as spicy, hot and sour, but how can we achieve the thunderbolt that Ms. Kimura said?

"It seems to have made a very good dish?" Nakiri Alice slapped her lips, looking like she wanted to taste it.

"kindness."

Nakiri Erina gave a rare nod, and replied, "If grandpa's clothes are torn apart, this dish is definitely not bad."

"Yeah," Nakiri Alice said, and suddenly stopped, as if thinking of something, Meimei stared at Nakiri Erina, surprised: "Erina, did I hear it right? You actually praise Lin Feng for cooking good dishes?!"

"Did I tell you?" Erina Nakiri asked, turning her head to look at Alice Nakiri.

"Yes. 473" Ellie Nakiri replied without hesitation.