Eternal food paradise

When the cooking melody of "嗗嗗嗗"" sounded again in the research institute, in the corridor next to the door, Dojima Gin was reading a document with the commander-in-chief's seal in astonishment.

When Shinomiya Kojiro heard the words "New treasure-grade ingredients are on the way" said by the daughter of the Nakiri family, his eyebrows suddenly condensed, and he moved half a step quietly to the side and behind Dojima Gin, looking past this burly guy. The torso is also considering the contents of the document word for word.

"Hey, it's not fresh water."

"The 'treasure level' of vegetables? A sprout grown incorrectly."

"Place of Discovery: China."

Nakiri Erina was only responsible for conveying the message. Moreover, the ingredients were still on the way and would arrive in two days. She glanced at the locked door of the research room, and she was more concerned about a doubt.

Starting this morning, in the world of "Zhonghua Ichiban", in Guangzhou City, the person with the same name who is talked about as "a dark horse has emerged"...

Is it him?

Is it the same person? !

In fact, a while ago, I heard about those "incomprehensible" cooking skills from the nameless person on the forum, and their roots were in "Chongka Ichiban". Nakiri Erina's inner thoughts tended to be that this was in Totsuki In the school, the new top ten members who have left a strong shadow of the Demon King are probably that type of very hard-core players.

How hardcore is it? Anyway, so far, Nakiri Erina has never heard of anyone who has mastered similar cooking skills.

Even some guys who are determined to join the dark cooking world regardless of the consequences.

They are still too far away from the level of advanced advanced cooking skills.

Suddenly, Nakiri Erina let out a secret sigh.

She figured it out.

I won’t make it clear for now.

If you were an ordinary person and met a hardcore game boss in the real world, your subconscious mind would be to hug him and ask for help.

Nakiri Erina was afraid that after clarifying each other's [player] identities and positions, Xia Yan would use this thinking angle to speculate on her behavior. Anyway, just thinking about it, the girl's arrogance and self-esteem are on the verge of bursting.

"I'm not one of those 'high-end bitches'!" Erina thought.

This new vocabulary was brought up by other players in the open and unrestricted forum. Of course, the root cause is that in the past half month, dozens of novices have suddenly been added to the park. Some newcomers have just arrived, and they have not even become familiar with the newbies. Village, just post a message asking for help and asking friends.

For this reason, the forum also broke out several conflicting and scolding wars. From the scolding wars, the new Chinese word that Nakiri Erina often saw was "yexin".

Boom!

Dojima Gin was surprised when he saw that the daughter of the Nakiri family didn't knock on the door immediately. After taking a quick look, he just went up and knocked on the door himself.

"I'm coming."

It took a long time for a voice to respond.

Click, the door opened a crack, the room was obviously busy, and they just hurriedly unlocked it, and the footsteps retraced their steps.

Dojima Gin was very interested, "What kind of 'killing weapon' is he studying again, and who is he dealing with?"

As he said that, he put his hand on the door handle, but suddenly, Dojima Gin's face turned solemn. A complex and wonderful smell, mixed with a strong smell of seafood, came from the crack of the door. Like a rising tide.

This moment.

There is a kind of Dojima Gin. Behind the portal, there is a scene of rocks, coast and moonlight.

On the beach, a bonfire is roasting red lobster shells.

Inside is a mixture of shrimp paste and shrimp meat.

The figure of the beach camper with his back turned to him was dragged very long by the firelight, and reflected on the rocks, it was like a trembling branch, as if countless tentacles would sprout out at the next moment.

This style of painting made Dojima Gin's hair stand on end.

"boom--"

It was Shinomiya who pushed the door open completely.

When several people saw that the source of the smell was actually a plate of freshly cooked 'fried noodles', they looked at each other.

Xia Yan's eyes suddenly lit up when he found that among the visitors outside the door was a familiar girl with a magical tongue:

"Come on, come on."

"My latest specialty dish, can you help me try it?"

Nakiri Erina, who was locked by his gaze, had evasive eyes and hesitation was clearly written on her face.

Erina had obviously seen what Dojima Gin saw and heard just now, the strange cooking scene, so at this moment her eyes couldn't help but glance behind Xia Yan, for fear of his shadow, she suddenly stretched out her wet tentacles.

While the girl was still suspicious, a plate of very hot 'fried noodles' appeared in her hand. Her eyes immediately turned to the plate, her nose twitched, and she quickly took a bite.

As a result, the first thing she ate from her 'God's Tongue' was not any taste information, but a complete picture!

Toss.

Sinking to the bottom of the ocean.

…

Compared to the suffocated girl, Dojima Gin and Shinomiya Kojiro looked at each other as if to confirm something after taking the first bite and waking up.

"Is that the one?" Dojima Gin asked.

"That's right!"

Shinomiya lowered his head to look at the dinner plate, looking at the fried noodles, and then remembered the image of staring at the giant shrimp shadow for a long time in the deep sea.

This feeling is similar to when I ate "Sashimi Nine Levels".

However, compared with that time, Shinomiya found that the "first bite" at this moment was much more powerful than the nine different fresh ingredients used in the nine-level recipe. cut!

In other words.

With just one stroke, a bloody piece can be torn off the heart and soul of the diners.

Such power, such weapons.

It can only be...

【Broken painting】!

Special grade!

Shinomiya and Dojima Gin looked at each other, then continued to eat.

With each bite, the surprise in my heart became less and less, and the emotion was replaced by a kind of shock.

After a while, Dojima Gincai wiped his lips and suddenly said: "Shinomiya, you are a graduate of the 79th class, and you graduated with the first seat..."

Shinomiya Kojiro pushed up the frames of his glasses and answered helplessly:

"Dojima-senpai, I know what you want to say."

"It was only in the first two years that I was promoted to the special level, and then I won the Prussian Medal..."

Dojima Gin interrupted with a wave of his hand: "So, it took you seven or eight years after graduation to become a special chef?"

Although he really didn't want to admit it, especially when there was a case in front of him for comparison, and his "achievements" seemed very embarrassing, Shinomiya Kojiro was still stubborn and nodded: "That's right."

"There are only a very small number of Yuanyue graduates who will be officially promoted to special chefs within ten years, super elites."

What he added was more like protecting face.

Dojima Gin couldn't deny this: "Well, in comparison, have the super elites fallen to the level of ordinary people?"

"Totsuki, there haven't been any examples of [special grade] students at school in the past, right?"

"This is an extremely significant event in the history of the school!"

As he spoke, Dojima Gin suddenly remembered something and cast a fiery and expectant look at the student who had long been known as the "Demon King". Then he strode outside, stood in the corridor, and called the school president. Handsome personal phone number.

this matter.

In the current changing situation, the world is changing.

Disclosure is very necessary!

It seemed that it was foreseeable that the thunder in the food world would be stirred up. There was a slight tremor in the tone of Dojima Gin's explanation to the 'Demon King of Food'.