As the contestants from Totsuki Academy completed their works one after another, their scores increased significantly. The top batch even had the same score, and a small number of votes that obeyed the majority principle had to be used to determine the ranking. This made a chef with an extremely peaceful competition format The art competition presented an "intense" atmosphere.
The judges also enjoyed their job because of these high-scoring dishes (no insemination or hallucinations). The specific age is unknown but the comments of Mephisto and Lilith, who are experienced, are enough to prove the level of chefs in this world, at least. Feiton did not choose the wrong place to learn cooking.
"Is this little girl the owner of the 'God's Tongue'? What does the 'God's Tongue' mean?" Erina Nakiri, as a member of the Totsuki Ten Elites, received high scores as expected, but Di Ya's focus is not on the cooking scores.
"The tongue is very accurate in distinguishing tastes. For example, if you throw a few shellfish into the dragon bone soup to make it fresh, we can't taste it at all. She may even be able to tell the type of shellfish used." Feiton said in front of the client He continued, "The key point is that she was born in a family of cooks, and her family used their huge resources to create a standard for appreciating whether food is delicious or not."
"A much more boring answer than expected." Dia moved the plate to the side. Just like before, Belu, who was born from the original sin of gluttony among the Seven Sisters of Purgatory, suddenly appeared and took the plate away.
"The most profitable way to do business is not to be high-quality and low-price, but to set standards~" Feiton shrugged towards Nakiri Erina, "Of course, if Miss Nakiri has different opinions, you can put them forward on the spot. I also want to know." Does God's Tongue have hidden abilities?"
"...No." Nakiri Erina couldn't help but recall the transfer exam at the beginning of school. Feiton had mentioned the same point of view at that time, but her mood at this time was very different.
Feiton put the food in front of him into the storage space. He wanted to take it back to the continent of Samria for his lovers to enjoy. "By the way, can I ask two personal questions?"
Nakiri Erina glanced at the microphone, knowing that this 'private question' was destined to be listened to by everyone in the venue, but the situation was beyond her control, so she could only nod in agreement: "Of course."
Feiton looked up to the VIP room on the upper floor. The one-way perspective film glass could block the light, but it could not block his soul perception: "The food from another world I provided before can satisfy your mother who also has the 'Tongue of God'" ?"
Nakiri Erina didn't expect that Feiton would mention her mother. After a slight hesitation, she said truthfully: "Half and half."
"What she pursues is not 'food that has never been seen on earth', but 'extremely delicious food'. The novelty brought by ingredients from another world can satisfy the temporary hunger and thirst, but it cannot cure the problem?" Fei Dun tried.
"..." Nakiri Erina's silence was the answer.
"I'm not kidding, just put some chemicals on your tongue to destroy the taste buds." Feton glanced sideways at Mephisto, "This is not only good for your health, but it can also prevent some people who are focused on having too many **Mortal devil attacks."
"!" Nakiri Erina's expression changed dramatically.
Mephisto smiled and said: "Don't worry, as an invited guest, I will obediently follow the rules set by the organizer."
"In other words, he does whatever he wants outside of the rules." Feiton scientifically interpreted the devil's speech, "Next question, do you have any special feelings when you look at the scores of the muscle group?"
"Huh?" Nakiri Erina blinked inexplicably.
"It looks like there is none." Feiton deliberately made the question so vague, hoping to see this subconscious reaction, "Maybe in the eyes of you and the students represented by Xinghei Soma, the education reform advocated by your father has been wiped out. The creativity of students, but most cooks are like those muscle guys, copying recipes... They definitely can't compete with you, but the score difference is not as big as imagined, right?"
"!" Nakiri Erina remained silent.
Because she needed to fight against Nakiri Thistle, she completely overturned the education reform. As for whether there were any merits in Nakiri Thistle's education reform, she basically never thought about it.
After all, she is just a minor girl, and her talents are all in her tongue and cooking skills, not in administrative management.
"Well~ I'm not dictating the operating policies of Totsuki Academy, nor am I intervening in the strange internal relations of the Nakiri family. They are just some opinions that are uncomfortable if not expressed." Feiton said with a smile, "As a person in This is the opinion of a student who has been studying for a year and learned nothing from the teacher.”
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"There must be something wrong with these scores, okay!" the second seat shouted, pointing to the standings with great momentum.
Feiton tilted his head and said, "No, you have the highest score so far. Do you have any dissatisfaction?"
The second seat is an expert who is good at cooking with rare ingredients. He is also an adventurer. He has the experience of going to the tropical rainforest to obtain rare ingredients personally. Perhaps because of her long-term experience in handling rare ingredients, she was consciously or unintentionally one step ahead of others when handling dragon ingredients. She chose appropriate recipes and modified them, and finally received high scores.
If unlimited amounts of dragon ingredients are provided and the competition is set a week later to allow the contestants to fully test the dragon ingredients, then her advantage will not be obvious.
"I'm not referring to my score!" The second seat pointed to the first seat and said, "Why is his score so low! I just tasted his cooking, and it's obviously not inferior to mine!"
Feiton looked at the person who gave him a low score: "I won't take the blame, but I gave him 10 points."
“I don’t like dishes without delicious sauce~” by Emperor who gave it 5 points
"Uh, doesn't it mean that according to cooking theory, dishes with discontinuity are more delicious?" by Suzusen who gave 6 points
"The dragon meat is too tender and smooth, as if it is not yet cooked, and is a bit disgusting." by Kaguya who gave it 6 points
"It tastes good, but I like food with stronger flavors." by Dia who gave it 7 points
"...not chewy." by Lauda who gave it 7 points
Feiton concluded: "Didn't I say it half a year ago? The judges are not professionals."
"But this is too amateurish! Why would anyone suspect that the dishes of the chief Yueyue Ten Heroes are not cooked properly!" the second seater shouted.
Kaguya corrected her: "I said 'it seems not yet cooked', describing the taste."
"Isn't this the same!" In the eyes of professionals, there is indeed no difference.
"It doesn't matter." The first person came to comfort his girlfriend, "As long as the rules are the same, winning or losing is a fact that needs no doubt."
The key is that as early as the qualification review process of this competition, he had already found the true happiness of cooking and had already obtained the harvest.
"Well, these are the rational contestants." Feiton winked at the second seat, "However, I also feel a little sorry, and I will make up for it elsewhere, so stay tuned."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
It is almost impossible to clean away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
