Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

Subaru Misaku was far from the only one shocked by the girl's words.

"So, you... thought of all of this on the spot? Have you really not tried it before?"

A judge asked in surprise.

Although judging from her explanation, the fact is already very obvious——

The girl in front of her is relying on her own improvisation to make up for the lack of raw materials, and in a short period of time, she has created a recipe that surpasses her own in the past, with exquisite and exquisite dishes.The high degree of completion not only amazed the experienced judges, but even the gourmet devil and Nakiri Senzaemon had his clothes torn twice.

...But is this kind of thing really possible?

If so, what kind of overwhelming talent and talent does this girl possess?

The girl in focus nodded calmly.

After a brief moment of dumbfounded, the reviewers couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing.

A talent that is too powerful will cast a shadow behind others that envelops others.However, a person with such talent is a very messy child.

"In the food halberd where the future of the chef is bet, you actually challenged the challenge with the first cooking, how is this—"

President Oizumi glared at her.

Gan Cha raised his eyebrows.

——That’s because I believe.

She believed in everything she had learned, in all the failures she had experienced, and what she had learned from them.

It took her two years to construct a world based on someone's impression, and then project it into the cooking with all her heart, and finally touched the threshold of this matter.

In order to conquer Mr. Tiechang's strange taste, she also made many efforts.

If I have to say, Xuezhongmei is not untested—all previous attempts, including the white stone steps, can be counted as its prototypes.

All the experience gained from failures, all the collocations she tried... She believes in herself who has these, and also believes that she can surpass everything in the past.

However, the girl blinked and thought——

To win this time, I have to thank Mr. Tie Chang.

If she didn't happen to want to make desserts for him, under this theme, she didn't have any special dishes that she wanted to make for a while.

Another judge, actress Zhou Saotome suddenly thought of something, and said curiously:

"Is the person you see in the cooking mood the source of inspiration for your cooking?"

"Xue Zhongmei refers to him, right? That soldier who walks alone on the mountain path, like a snow-cold plum." He said with a smile, "When I heard this name, I thought there would be red accents in the dishes. — After all, contestant Misaku served a colorful rainbow cake.”

Hearing this, Gan Cha laughed helplessly.

"There is no way." She said, "Because whether it is the white stone steps or the plum in the snow, they are all made for the most troublesome and tasteless guest."

The purple-haired girl had a cute troubled expression on her face, and complained:

"That man—he thinks that things of the same color should be eaten together, so he adds sugar to white rice and pours soy sauce into coffee. He even eats boiled eggs with their shells on."

"Honestly, the first time I saw him squeeze mustard on my melon mousse cake, I almost passed out."

"But, of course, cooks can't be defeated by things like this—"

The girl stood on the stage with her hands behind her back, her wisteria eyes were shining with a smile, as if all the bright light had fallen into her eyes.

"Hai Laoze, does she call this kind of thing a mere district?"

In the auditorium, Ye Shanliang complained while holding his forehead.

"I made Pure Color Cuisine because of this kind of thing."

Gancha pointedly glanced at the Rainbow Opera House cake on the judging table, which was left aside in the cold:

"Adding other colors or something, I didn't think about it at the beginning."

Immediately afterwards, her light eyes fell on the silent Misaku Subaru beside her.

In her eyes, Misaku read this sentence:

How can you, who don't even understand the original intention of my cooking, imitate and even improve it correctly?

"——In order to satisfy his hobby of processing food, I also put my mind into it."

Gan Cha smiled, and continued to explain to the judges who showed surprise on their faces:

"The chocolate topping on the top of the white stone steps is served in saucepans. I want him to do the last step himself."

She spread her hands: "However, it was ignored at that time."

"—that gentleman, directly picked up the white pepper seasoning bottle on the table, and poured it on top of the cake."

"..."

The faces of the judges couldn't help showing the heartbroken expressions of reckless waste.

"Actually, I have left room for processing even the snow plum - then the jasmine foam mousse will be served in a sparkling bottle. I hope there will be no more failures."

To be honest, thinking about Suehiro's elusive brain circuit, she was still very nervous.

In the center of the packed venue, the girl who was all the attention lowered her eyes, speculating about someone who was thousands of miles away.

Nakiri Senzaemon looked at her slightly distressed sighing expression, and a little kindness appeared on her serious face.

- That's right.

In the artistic conception of cooking, the nostalgic and gentle fragrance of plum blossoms lingering on the fingertips seems to float in the surrounding air again, making the noisy arena quiet and gentle.

Eight years ago, I used the tears in my heart to condense into ice and snow, and built a shell with spikes all over my body——

That resolute and stubborn little girl has also grown up.

……

"The result of the judgment! The third competition of the autumn selection and food halberd, judges, please vote!"

The conversation on the stage came to an end, and the game came to an end.The excited voice of the host echoed in the arena: "The whole audience is unanimous!"

"Hai Lao Ze Gan Cha contestant, with five votes, won the Shi Ji!"

Although the result was expected, Gan Cha still raised the corners of his lips when he heard it.

In the auditorium, her friends and students who had been defeated by Meizuo also cheered.

"Through this halberd eating, Subaru Misaku lost ownership of these tools—according to Hai Laoze's wishes, these will be returned to their original owners."

Wearing an exaggerated spade-patterned suit, Jing Pu Jiushang, the director of the Food Halberd Administration, opened the huge iron box, adjusted his black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and announced so.

Looking at the girl who ran away with her mother's relic kitchen knife after bowing to thank her, Gan Cha stood on the sidelines with her head down, slightly lost in thought.

In fact, the bet she paid in this game was not as much as others thought.

Everyone thought that she was betting on her promising future as a cook and her mother's kitchen knife, which represented the past.But she didn't intend to become a professional cook, and the kitchen knife she used was not what they thought was her mother's relic.

The set of kitchen knives used by her mother and the scenes of their life drawn by her father are now stored in her bedroom in Yokohama.In the depths of that locked box, there is also the gray phantom that was taken from the ruins of Gide's death.

Of course, she must win this battle, but she has always had this idea - something that a person really cherishes cannot be used as a bargaining chip.They are ends, not means to something.

And she accepted the purpose of this halberd eating——

The girl's eyes suddenly turned cold.

At this moment, an unwilling question came from beside him: "Why?"

Misaku Subaru's voice sounded like a cry from the bottom of his heart:

"In this kind of food halberd that gambles on the future, you give up the method you are already sure about, and instead choose impromptu cooking-you will make this kind of decision now, the first to teach you cooking, your parents, must have been very supportive in the past you?"

"I agree with your approach and tolerate your choices. I will definitely not deny your beliefs and exile you to a place other than home just because you have improved someone's dish——"

After the verdict was pronounced, Subaru Misaku sat down on the ground slumped. He didn't pay attention to those past defeats who cast contemptuous glances at him. Instead, he glared at the girl more fiercely than ever before:

"With such a past, why can't you focus on being a cook for them?"

——It was a jealous look.

Misaku Subaru provoked her not just because of Eizan's order and his bad habit of playing with the food halberd system.

The painful emotions covered up by the superficial insidiousness are clearly revealed in front of the girl at this moment:

"When I told you about my parents, you weren't angry—why weren't you angry?" Misaku asked, "But you are willing to accept my food halberd for the sake of your current family."

"You don't care about your parents at all!"

"..."

Feelings of resentment and bewilderment came over her face, but she felt the other party's voice rumbling in her ears even though she was separated by a certain distance.

The students who took back their beloved things laughed with their friends and said words of thanks and celebration.The people passing through the aisles were attracted by the movement here, and cast puzzled and concerned eyes.

It seemed that someone was running towards here eagerly, calling her name.

All the noisy sounds in the venue were vaguely transmitted to her ears through an invisible film, and she almost had the illusion that it was happening in a very distant place and had nothing to do with her.

Gancha took a quick breath.

His heart seemed to be clenched by something, and even his throat hurt.She thought her voice should be hoarse, but what she heard in the end was still clear and gentle.

"...Let me tell you something."

She stood in front of Meizuo, but her eyes looked towards the entrance of the passage not far away. Erina stood with her hands folded and her face tense.

"Don't dwell on your past."

The girl's vine-purple eyes seemed to contain monstrous waves.She was pale, but her expression was almost pitiful.

Gancha stared at the blond girl whose eyes widened suddenly as if stung, and said clearly and slowly:

"If you hold on to your past, your life will fall into the quagmire of self-pity and self-sorrow."

Who hasn't experienced a few sharp and heavy rains?

Scars will always be there, but you have to move on from them.

——and then look at other people in this world whose wounds are still bleeding.

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