[Comprehensive] I run a prison in Xiongying

"Once upon a time, there was a person who was called God of Cooking by everyone. He didn't have much interest in this name. In his heart, as long as he could cook for his beloved every day." Fujiwara Shun learned what he learned Things came out slowly, "In order to make the people he likes happy, he eats different delicious meals every day, and devotes himself to the study of food every day. And this dish is his most beloved work .”

"This dish is divided into two parts. The first part is the first seven dishes, which represent his seven moods, and the most essence of this dish is the eighth dish. At that time, he used these seven dishes every day. Cooking for his lover, the lover asked him, how many dishes are there in this series? He replied, there are seven dishes in total. In his heart, he kept the eighth dish as a secret and a promise to give to his lover, just waiting Tomorrow, when the eighth dish is presented, it will be named by the lover himself, but on that night, everything changes, the person he loves takes away the recipes of the first seven dishes, and frame him, what he got before The reputation of being a chef is nothing more than stealing another person's recipe!"

When Fujiwara Shun said this, many people had vaguely felt something. They looked at Fujiwara Shun in disbelief, and there was a voice in their hearts telling them that today's things are likely to overturn what they knew before.

When Yamamura Masumi heard this, she was sure that Fujiwara Shun and Ito Chiri were definitely related.

He stood up suddenly: "Are you saying these messy stories are interesting? Do you want to use these stories to influence the final comments of the judges?"

Fujiwara raised his eyes for a moment, looked at Yamamura Machun quietly, and smiled faintly: "What? Don't let me finish, are you afraid?"

"Am I scared? Are you kidding me! There are wins and wins in the game, and I have never been afraid of anything." Yamamura Masumi sneered: "Even if I lose a little in this game, I am a chef, and I will still not waver , you want to replace it, it's too early!"

When he said the latter sentence, he used a voice that only Fujiwara Shun could hear, and his words were full of warning.

"Oh..." Fujiwara's blinking smile was harmless to humans and animals: "But I'm sorry, I just like to tell stories."

Shancun Zhenchun: "..."

He felt that listening to Fujiwara Shun's words made him a little angry.

"By the way, I suddenly thought of something." Fujiwara Shun looked suddenly enlightened, and said to Yamamura Masumi: "Well, I didn't say that this dish has not been named yet, since you are here today, by the way Call out your sister who has been treasured for many years, and ask her for a favor."

Fujiwara smiled and said: "After all, when this dish was created, that person was waiting for your sister to help name it. It's just a pity, he never thought that this beloved woman who has been with him for three years , turned out to be his biggest competitor's sister."

"Young man, what do you mean by these words! The person you are talking about is Chisato Ito!" In the referee's seat, a person suddenly stood up and asked loudly.

At the beginning, what happened to Chiri Ito gave them a great shock. The idol they admired the most turned out to be in this position by stealing other people's recipes. For them, it was like a sudden collapse of their beliefs.

Unbelievable, unwilling to believe, they have been waiting for Chisato Ito to give them an explanation, or stand up and say that all this was framed by others.

But they never waited. Instead, after being pointed out that they had stolen other people's recipes, Chiri Ito never appeared in everyone's sight again.

This seems to be an acquiescence to what I have done. This acquiescence made those who supported Chiri Ito completely despair.

But now, they seem to see another theory, another hope.

They all looked at Fujiwara Shun with burning eyes, waiting for Fujiwara Shun to give them a definite answer.

Fujiwara stood straight for a moment, and said loudly: "That's right. It's Chisato Ito."

As soon as a word fell, the audience was in an uproar.

Whether it was the referee on the stage or the audience watching below, they couldn't help discussing the authenticity of this matter.

On the stage, some referees who were Chiri Ito's fans also slowly closed their eyes, leaving a tear in the corner of their eyes.

They waited for so many years for an explanation, an answer, and today they finally arrived!

Although Yamamura Masumi didn't admit it, and Ito Chiri didn't come out to defend himself, but after eating the dish just now, they already had the answer in their hearts.

What Fujiwara Shun said is the truth!

All Might sat on the stage, staring at Fujiwara Shun quietly with his eyes, with a bit of thought, but a satisfied smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

No matter what kind of coincidence Fujiwara Shun knew about these things, and what happened in the middle, let him come back to participate in today's Chef King Competition, but the sense of justice reflected in Fujiwara Shun is what he most wants to see did you arrive?

That being the case...

All Might stood up and said, "Young man, since you told such a story, how can you prove that the story you told is true?"

"Proof? The best proof is that Shancun Zhenchun asked his sister to come out and prove it himself, but it depends on Shancun Zhenchun's choice."

After Fujiwara Shun's voice fell, faint disappointment appeared in some people's eyes, let Yamamura Makoto's younger sister come out, how could he allow his sister to come out?

It seems that there is no hard evidence for this matter.

As soon as this idea came out, Fujiwara Shun continued: "However, I also suddenly thought of one thing, since it is necessary to prove that whoever has the most authentic recipe should probably be able to prove who the founder of the recipe is. "

Fujiwara glanced at Yamamura Masumi, and said with an innocent face: "I'm so sorry, the recipe you got before actually lacked one thing, although Chiri Ito would put it every time, but it's because I’m familiar with it, so I didn’t write this item up.”

"What is it?" Someone asked directly.

"Ahem." Fujiwara Shun smiled shyly: "This kind of thing is actually very common in China, it is...Sichuan Pixian Doubanjiang."

"..."

"Sichuan Pixian Doubanjiang? What the hell?"

"I don't know, none of the recipes I read before have it?"

"Yeah, I haven't used it either, but to be honest, when this little brother told me, I suddenly remembered that since Chiri Ito left, the taste of the food we ate was indeed different from before." Shochu Matsukawa An intern from the government said weakly.

"Yeah, it's a little different. I've always had this question in my heart. I always thought it wasn't very authentic. Before, I thought it was me thinking too much."

……

Everyone was whispering below, but Fujiwara Shun reached out and touched in his arms to prevent them from discovering what appeared out of thin air in his hands.

"That's it, it's Chiri Ito who adds it every time." Fujiwara Shun handed over a pack of poorly packaged Sichuan Pixian Doubanjiang.

This is what he just asked Tutu to redeem from the system mall. Of course, he only knew about this thing after hearing Ito Chiri's explanation.

Those people on the stage held the bean paste that Fujiwara Shun handed over one by one, speechless.

Just this thing?Is that the key thing?

With a skeptical attitude, they cooked again according to the recipe given by Shancun Zhenchun, and added bean paste to it after it was done.

Suddenly, tears flowed.

Of course it's not spicy, they finally found the most familiar taste!The smell that makes them unforgettable!

It turned out that it wasn't that they misremembered the taste, but the problem with the recipe. Masumi Yamamura was not the original author of the recipe at all!

Suddenly, everyone looked at Shancun Zhenchun with different expressions.

Yamamura Masumi gritted his teeth with hatred, glared at Fujiwara Shun, and was about to say something when suddenly, a woman ran out from one side.

"Needless to say, brother, don't explain." The woman stopped while crying.

Yamamura Masumi looked at her, his face changed suddenly, "What are you doing here!"

"Brother, we don't want the reputation of being a chef. I made a mistake at the beginning. I shouldn't have helped you do those things." The woman said while crying.

She usually doesn't go out very much, but this time she just watched the broadcast here at home. When Fujiwara Shun said those things, memories of the past flooded out, and regrets swept over.

So, she came, and if she didn't come, she would feel uneasy if she didn't come. Moreover, the matter had reached this point, and she didn't want her brother to continue making mistakes like this.

There was an uproar.

The appearance of the woman completely confirmed the correctness of what Fujiwara Shun said, he was not lying!

But at this time, in the wicked prison, the live broadcast by Tutu completely fell into the eyes of Chiri Ito.

The moment the woman appeared, he burst into tears.

The grievances of many years were finally washed away today. All kinds of emotions filled his mind in an instant, and he lost control of his emotions. It was an extreme release.

Tutu also knew that after being wronged for so many years, being misunderstood and scolded for so many years, Chisato Ito's heart was full of pain.

Being betrayed by his lover made him completely disappointed in this world, and he was completely heartbroken, but this time, he "lived" again!

At the scene of the Chef King Competition, the appearance of the woman completely confirmed the correctness of Fujiwara Shun's words.

Chiri Ito is the God of Cooking. Yamamura Masumi not only framed the former God of Cooking, but also gained everyone's love through such dirty means.

The people who admired the pureness of the mountain village before, now they can't wait to slap their own ears, why would they worship him when they were blind in the first place!

The wind turned one-sided, and Shancun Zhenchun was publicly announced that he was deprived of the title of God of Cooking.

The God of Cooking is still Ito Zhiri, and countless people silently apologized to Ito Zhiri who had been scolded by them in their hearts.

After all the dust settled, Fujiwara Shun stepped onto the winner's podium of this year's Chef King Competition.

"Mr. Fujiwara, congratulations on winning the championship of this Chef King Competition." The organizer stood up and congratulated.

"Thank you." Fujiwara Shun smiled and thanked.

"Our Songchuan Restaurant sincerely welcomes you to work here. We will definitely give you a top salary and will not let you down." The person from Songchuan Restaurant came out and invited.

After they knew the truth, they regretted it very much.

At the beginning, they believed the rumors in the society and kicked Chisato Ito out of the restaurant. Now, they really regretted it, but fortunately, Shun Fujiwara is obviously a seedling. If he can be invited, that's okay.

"No, no, no need, I'm not that material." Fujiwara Shun quickly refused.

Just kidding, he was able to cheat to win this championship because of Chisato Ito. No matter how high the salary was, wouldn't he be exposed as soon as he went?

People from Songchuan Restaurant: "..."

It was the first time he saw someone avoiding Songchuan Restaurant.

"Then I would like to ask, your recipe is from Chisato Ito, I wonder if you can help me and invite him again. After he comes back, he will still be the number one cook in Matsukawa!"

"Sorry, I need to ask him what he means."

The people from Songchuan Restaurant nodded: "This is natural."

Next came the awards ceremony. After the coronation process, the last exquisite trophy was delivered to Shun Fujiwara.

"Congratulations, you will be the new chef king from now on!"

"King of the kitchen!"

"King of the kitchen! King of the kitchen! Shun Fujiwara!"

……

Everyone shouted Fujiwara Shun's name, happy for the birth of the new chef king, but the organizers obviously saw Fujiwara Shun's eyes looking around, as if they had something on their minds, and asked quickly: "It's just not Do you know what else Fujiwara-san has to do?"