People are eating halberds, I am a chef in the dark cooking world!

"The winner of the competition must be that person."

The wife thought for a while, then spoke.

Although she is also 60 years old, she is also very aware of the gold content of WGO.

That's why she thought it was the WGO chef who won.

"of course not."

"The winner is the other guy."

"The crab fight made by that guy...is really delicious!"

"I'd like to taste it again now, if I can."

Kohiko Yamamoto recalled the feeling when he tasted the crab bucket yesterday, and kept admiring.

To be honest, although Yamamoto Kohiko doesn't like Gao Shanwen very much, he has to admit that the crab fights made by Gao Shanwen are delicious!

It can even be said that he has firmly conquered his appetite!

"At first, I didn't like that guy."

"But after I criticized him, he actually let me taste his new cuisine."

"This shows that he can still listen to what others say."

"As long as he has a better attitude in the future, maybe I will teach him two hands."

Kouhiko Yamamoto stroked his beard and said confidently.

As a Tempura Immortal, he naturally possessed such confidence.

But if Gao Shanwen knew what he was thinking, he would definitely scoff at it.

Tempura?

It is called tempura at a good level, but at a bad level, it is just fried vegetables with batter.

Not to mention in the dark cooking world, even in Yangquan Restaurant, or when the chrysanthemum is downstairs, it is the most basic fire skill.

That is what people here will call Tempura Immortal.

In the eyes of Gao Shanwen, bullshit is not.

"It is his honor to be able to teach him!"

When the wife heard this, she smiled and agreed.

"Father!"

"Mother!"

While Kosuke Yamamoto was talking with his wife, Kosuke Yamamoto came in with three rice balls and three bowls of miso soup.

"Finally done."

"Come and let father taste your craft."

Seeing Kosuke Yamamoto's actions, his wife quickly greeted him with a smile.

"Ah."

Kosuke Yamamoto nodded his head, and respectfully brought the rice balls and miso soup to Kosuke Yamamoto, waiting for his tasting.

"It smells so good!"

"It seems that Kosuke's culinary skills have improved a bit."

Smelling the scent from the rice balls, the wife smiled and kept admiring.

Listening to his mother's admiration, Yamamoto Kosuke showed a joyful expression on his simple and honest face.

Although he is now in his 40s, being praised by his mother and father is still the best reward for him.

Listening to his wife's praise, Yamamoto Kohiko frowned tightly, folded his hands on his chest, and didn't say a word.

"Father?"

Seeing Kosuke Yamamoto who was sitting in the seat without any movement, Kosuke Yamamoto suddenly felt a little bad.

The joy that was very joyful just now disappeared in an instant, leaving only worry.

The wife who was sitting on the side also showed a puzzled expression.

Obviously Kosuke's rice balls smell very good, and the surface looks perfect.

The three things of color, smell and fragrance have already achieved two things.

But why is my husband still a little unhappy?

What exactly is going on?

"Cough cough..."

"Would you like to taste it first?"

Feeling the low pressure coming from her husband beside her, the wife carefully organized her words and suggested.

"Ah."

"I'll try it first."

Listening to his wife's words, Kouhiko Yamamoto nodded his head, then picked up a rice ball and put it in his mouth.

Seeing Kosuke Yamamoto's actions, both his wife and Kosuke Yamamoto heaved a sigh of relief.

Kosuke Yamamoto is very confident about his cooking skills.

Although I don't know why my father suddenly became angry.

But he believes that as long as his father tastes his own dishes, he will definitely become happier.

"Father... how do you feel..."

Looking at Kosuke Yamamoto who was chewing rice balls constantly, Kosuke Yamamoto asked cautiously.

But before he finished speaking, a rice ball hit him directly in the face.

"Pooh!"

"What are you doing!"

"Rice balls like fodder! Is this pig food?"

"Just like rice balls, you actually want me to eat them!"

"Are you going to kill me?"

"How on earth do you make rice balls like this!"

Spitting out all the rice balls in his mouth, Kosuke Yamamoto blew his beard and stared at Kosuke Yamamoto.

"what?"

Kosuke Yamamoto fell to the ground when he was hit by Kosuke Yamamoto's rice ball.

And he had an expression of disbelief on his face.

Even the wife on the side widened her eyes.

Rice balls like pig food?

how can that be!

Even if Kosuke Yamamoto tried to do it, he would not make rice balls like pig food!

What's going on!

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040 Lost Taste

040 Lost Taste

"Soft, sticky, and tasteless."

"Eating it in your mouth is like chewing tasteless dough."

"No! The taste of this thing is worse than dough!"

"I just said why I can't smell the slightest fragrance."

"What's the use of just looking good! Food without texture and taste can't be called food at all!"

"How dare you bring such a thing in front of me!"

"How dare you!"

Kosuke Yamamoto stood up directly, grabbed Kosuke Yamamoto by the collar, and questioned him word by word.

"how can that be……"

"Before serving the rice balls, I tasted them one by one..."

Listening to Kosuke Yamamoto's questioning, Kosuke Yamamoto subconsciously defended himself.

After all, I had only tasted rice balls not long ago, and it was nothing like what he said!

"You mean I was wrong?"

"Am I wronging you?"

Hearing this, Yamamoto Kohiko became even more angry.

He firmly grasped Kosuke Yamamoto's collar and kept tearing towards him.

If it wasn't for him being older now.

If this were placed ten years ago.

Do not!

If Kosuke Yamamoto dared to talk back to him like this five years ago, he would have slapped him long ago.

"Gang Yan, don't be angry."

"Don't be angry, it might just be that one rice ball made a mistake."

The wife sitting on the side quickly reached out and took Yamamoto Kosuke's arm, so that Yamamoto Kosuke could break free from Yamamoto Kosuke's hand.

But Kosuke Yamamoto held onto Kosuke Yamamoto's collar tightly, no matter how much his wife pulled, he did not let go.

"I'll give you one more chance."

"Say it first, have you made the remaining two rice balls successfully?"

Kosuke Yamamoto pointed to the two rice balls on the plate and questioned Kosuke Yamamoto.

"It worked!"

Listening to his father's question, Kosuke Yamamoto responded directly without any hesitation.

For his own cooking, Kosuke Yamamoto has sufficient self-confidence.

Although he didn't know why Yamamoto Kohiko said that the rice ball tasted like pig food, it was obvious that the rice ball smelled so fragrant and delicious.

"I'll taste it first."

At this time, the wife on the side quickly picked up a rice ball and put it into her mouth.

all of a sudden.

The sourness of dried plums, the saltiness of bonito, and the freshness of myoga.

Several different flavors erupted in the mouth together.

Although there are many flavors, under the careful collocation of Kosuke Yamamoto, these different flavors do not conflict with each other, but perfectly blend together, there is me in you, and you in me.

Feeling the wonderful feeling coming from the mouth, his wife suddenly opened her eyes, and quickly handed the rice ball to Yamamoto Kohiko.

"I feel very delicious!"