"Dongdongdong!"
The golden bell struck, the sound was rich and rippled.
Immediately, the door above the steps was opened, and a group of people standing behind the door finally hoped to see this place known as the holy land of Tozakura cuisine!
Shirinji Temple!
...
"ah!"
"Dad, big brother!"
“Brother Fuyu!
"
The sound of shouting started from the door, and a young man with red hair rushed towards where Zhao Fuyu and his group were.
In such a solemn venue, he is still so heartless, or in other words, there is not much awe and nervousness in his heart, and the only one left is Souma Yukihira.
When most people come to Shirin Temple, they are first shocked by the huge central tower, which literally soars above the clouds and mist and sinks into the sky.
Compared with the number of people in their early 400s, it looked like a vast lake-like square. It was as if a few pebbles had fallen in. It looked like a circle of ripples, but in fact it was not even a small square. None of the corners are occupied.
In Shirin Temple, you can feel that everything is huge, whether it is the heaven and earth, or the horizon, even the concentration of oxygen in the air seems to be a bit higher.
If you look around carefully, you can vaguely see something arranged around the four edges.
But because this square is so huge, even with the eyesight of these extraordinary beings, it is impossible to distinguish what the things in the distance are.
The last cook who was lucky enough to catch up with this wave was panting behind him and couldn't help but take a few more glances here. After all, as the holy place of Tozakura cuisine, the name of Shirinji Temple is still very useful and extremely important. Loud.
But soon, several figures appeared in front of them.
They no longer have the idea of looking at their surroundings.
In fact, if it weren't for the outstanding miracle of Hira Soma, it would be difficult for many people to have any other thoughts under the strong majesty of Shirin Temple itself, and they might just keep adjusting their state.
After he made such a fuss, the psychological pressure of many people was relieved a lot.
Xinghei Soma, who didn't have much idea about these things, squeezed on the left and rubbed on the right, and finally came to Zhao Fuyu and the others, looking at the dozen or so tall people around them.
Even though his mentality has been extremely good, he can't help but feel a little surprised.
It seemed that he had inadvertently entered an area that he should not have entered.
In fact, even among the later batch of cooks, there is a clear distinction between the strong and the weak.
Even those who were able to finally enter the Shirin Temple knew very well that they could never compare with the cooking skills of those before them.
It's just that now and then, they don't think they will always be like this.
It's just a matter of accumulating strength and then breaking through this level.
This tradition of down-and-out seems to have been imprinted in the hearts of everyone in Dongying.
This is true even in the culinary world.
"Welcome to Shirin Temple."
"I am the acting teacher, Xiu!"
Xiu, who is now on the verge of entering the realm of the Heavenly King, has become the de facto spokesperson of Shirin Temple.
As an old acquaintance, Zhao Fuyu was also very pleased with his straightforward way of doing things.
There are no unnecessary polite greetings. If the cooks want to communicate, they will naturally be judged by the food.
"In this imperial chef competition, the strongest ones will be selected. They will have the opportunity to be personally taught by the master of Shilin Temple and have the opportunity to try out a legendary artifact."
"And the rest will hopefully stay here and receive our teachings."
As he glanced around, the place where there was some low hustle and bustle suddenly became so quiet that only Xiu's voice remained.
"However, to become a student of Shirin Temple, you must prove your ability!"
Not meaning any more nonsense, he quickly laid out the request.
"Every dish has an appetizer."
"It doesn't matter what type, ingredients, or elements you use."
"Cook an appetizer that will satisfy you."
"As long as you can be recognized by the acting teachers, you will have the opportunity to stay in Shirin Temple for further study!"
"The above is all the content."
"Do you understand?"
Seeing everyone present nodding silently, Xiu pointed to a portal next to them that appeared at an unknown time with satisfaction.
Waves of cold air leaked out from there.
“That’s where you get to choose your ingredients.”
"Behind the cold room, there will be enough cooking stoves to supply you with food."
"I'll give you an hour and a half."
"Finish cooking this time."
Just after Xiu finished speaking, in just an instant, strong winds passed through the square, and everyone's figures were already rushing towards the door.
No one can guarantee that there will be enough ingredients for everyone to choose from.
Once you have the ingredients you want and have been selected by others, the next cooking process will be very difficult for the cook.
A skillful woman cannot make a meal without rice, which is the same thing for any cook.
Not to mention that they are learning Western cuisine. They have higher requirements for their ingredients and quality.
The topic selection this time was not difficult for them, but whether they could get the ingredients they wanted was the most troublesome thing.
So these Western-style cooks are really working hard for their lives.
He kept accelerating towards the door of the cold room.
Compared with those anxious cooks, those Dragon Chef giants seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll.
On the one hand, their cooking skills no longer care about the quality of ordinary ingredients.
Not to mention, with their status, they don't need to compete with the cooks.
If they can't pass such a simple threshold, they won't be qualified as seed players.
And the more precious ingredients are, the more disadvantageous they are when used in appetizers.
I don’t know how many of the cooks realize this.
...
'If it's just a competition of one dish, then the appetizers can naturally be used as you like, and it won't affect anything if something goes too far. '
'But since the people at Shirin Temple have arranged it this way, it already represents what the next exam questions will be. '
There was a trace of thinking in Zhao Fuyu's eyes, and he soon understood the core of this imperial chef competition.
'feast'!
Different from banquets, banquets can be large or small. It is a question that can be examined for special chefs, and it is also an extremely difficult test question for long chefs. Bayi Chinese website
It is just suitable for this imperial chef competition, where the levels of chefs are uneven.
'So, how should we choose the appetizer this time? '
Looking around, Zhao Fuyu soon saw an ingredient that seemed to have been ignored among a group of people rushing to grab it, and his eyes lit up!
"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.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
