Chapter 143: In the competition! "With a family flavor...
"An everyday bento with home-style flavor?" Mao Lilan repeated the question raised by Suzuki Sonoko.
"This question is quite favorable for Amuro-nii! Come on, Amuro-nii!" Yoshida Ayumi clenched her fists happily.
"Huh?" A question mark popped up in the head of the player sitting there watching.
"I forgot Chiyo-nee didn't know about this." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya shook a finger and said, "Amuro-nii is a waiter at the Poirot Café. He makes delicious sandwiches!"
"There's also eel rice!" Kojima Genta raised his hands and cheered!
"Hehe, when it comes to making everyday home-style bento, it's not as simple as you guys make it out to be!" Players with intermediate cooking skills have naturally already mastered some common cooking knowledge.
"Bento, the key is convenience." The player looked at the pairs of focused eyes in front of him and said, "And the family bento should build on this and use the rich variations in heat to create a rich taste."
“If you only pursue high-quality ingredients without integrating them with the most important elements of the bento, then no matter how exquisite the bento is, it will be a waste of time.”
"Chiyo-chan, what you mean is..." Ran Maori, who often cooks home-cooked meals, understood it immediately.
"Yes, the most important thing in a bento is rice."
The player nodded, and a small bowl suddenly appeared in his hand - it was filled with rice suitable for making traditional bento!
The black-haired, golden-eyed girl looked toward the field, her smile growing wider. "And...it seems someone has noticed this."
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After the first round of screening, there are still thirty chefs left.
In addition to the ten heirs of gourmet families standing in the front, there are also twenty food lovers - Toru Amuro is among them.
Toru Amuro, who originally wanted to take advantage of the Chiyo Company's cooking competition to enter Yokohama, unexpectedly entered the second round of the cooking competition. What's more, during a break, his phone received a secret message from Gin.
【Gin: You must pass the competition and enter the top three. 】
Amuro Toru instantly understood what Gin was referring to: "..."
He immediately called to question her.
"Hey, Gin, are you kidding me?" Amuro Toru sneered, spewing venom at the man on the other end of the line. "Do you want to see what kind of competition this is? I'm good at intelligence, not cooking!"
"I don't care what you're good at." Gin's cold voice rang in Amuro Toru's ears from the other end of the phone, "I just want results."
"I want you to be in the top three of this competition. As for how to do that, you figure it out yourself."
"...Why do I have to do this?" Amuro Toru was silent for a moment after listening to Gin's undeniable answer, and then continued, "If you don't give me a reason that can convince me, then I will not cooperate with your work, Gin."
"Don't be too arrogant. You can't have the final say in this organization."
"Reason?" Gin held a cigarette in his hand and knocked heavily on the wooden armrest beside him, making a regular sound.
He took a deep drag on his cigarette, a hint of mockery in his dark green eyes. "As for the reason, shouldn't you be the one who knows it best?"
"Bourbon—"
Toru Amuro's expression froze, and the coldness all over his body even drove away several food lovers who wanted to come and chat and make friends with him during the break.
But he quickly reacted, smiled sheepishly at the stunned food lovers, then walked to a deserted corner in the distance and asked coldly, "What do you mean by that?"
"Hmph, since you're in charge of all sorts of intelligence, you should know why our organization came to Yokohama."
"The director of Chiyo Corporation will be presenting the awards at this Master Chef competition," Gin said, stopping short. "Anyway...it's up to you."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Toru Amuro shook his head, putting the memories that came to his mind behind his ears, and looked at the question in front of him intently.
At this point, there was no other way except to work hard to improve my ranking. As for the rest, I would leave it to Gin to worry about. I didn't get along with him anyway.
As Toru Amuro looked at the question he had drawn, various combinations of ingredients flashed through his mind, but he always felt that something was missing until he remembered what his friend had said when he was teaching him how to make a sandwich.
This is what his friend, Morobushi Kagemitsu, once said when he was teaching him how to make a sandwich.
"Make sure the flavors of each layer blend together beautifully, Toru," Zhufu Jingguang said to his blond, blue-eyed friend, holding up a nearly finished sandwich. "Only then can this sandwich truly be considered a work of art imbued with emotion."
"If the flavors feel disconnected, the texture of the sandwich will be greatly compromised. Remember that, Tou?"
Jingguang, my dearest friend...
Amuro Toru closed his eyes.
Fusion, fusion, and ingenious fusion together...
Bento, everyday bento, everyday bento full of home-style flavor...
Toru Amuro: "..."
The man's deep blue eyes suddenly lit up and he started to act instantly!
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"Wow! Brother Amuro is taking action!" exclaimed Genta Kojima.
Toru Amuro, who had been standing still, suddenly raised his head, quickly wrote the ingredients for the poem he needed, and handed them to the staff waiting on the side.
"Pork, cherry tomatoes, eggs, breadcrumbs, cabbage, large barrel of vegetable oil..." The player moved a little closer, squinted his eyes, and saw the ingredients listed by Amuro Toru on the list.
These are all very common ingredients. Are you trying to make a pork bento?
"Pork? Are you planning to make a pork cutlet bento?" Mao Lilan also joined the discussion. "If it's a pork cutlet bento, it's indeed a very common home bento."
"Since he chose eggs and breadcrumbs, then that dark-skinned guy is probably preparing to make a pork chop bento, just like Xiaolan said."
Fried pork chops have a best-time of consumption. If you miss it, the flavor of the food will be greatly reduced. Now it depends on how this black-skinned guy chooses.
The player cast his gaze elsewhere and stopped at a girl with red curly hair.
This dish is…
Players are eager to try it.
Time passed by bit by bit as the judges and the audience waited anxiously. Aromas, big or small, strong or light, enveloped the entire venue. The contestants finished their dishes one after another and began to present them to the judges for tasting in an orderly manner.
There are seven judges in the second round, namely Elena from Chiyo Company, Suzuki Sonoko from the investor Suzuki family, Maori Kogoro from Maori Office, Zhong Aishi from the Food Association of Flower Country, Kiho Kazuyuki from the Food Association of Neon Country, and two lucky audience members randomly selected from the venue.
"This match is drawing to a close. Next, let's move on to something everyone loves to see—"
Yoko Okino rolled out a giant box with a constantly rotating interior and said with a sweet smile, "That's it—the audience draw!"
"This time, we will draw two lucky audience members from the venue. They can taste the dishes created by the thirty contestants along with the five judges present here!"
"Oh——!!!" The audience in the venue burst into enthusiastic shouts.
"So, the first one is..." Okino Yoko reached into the transparent box in front of her and randomly took out two balls from the constantly rolling balls. "The third one in the second row! And the fifteenth one in the tenth row!"
"Let's welcome these two lucky viewers!"
The third person in the second row, that's...
"Hey, it seems to be me...?" Mao Lilan looked at the seat number and pointed at herself in a daze.
"Wow! Xiaolan, you are so lucky." The player gave a thumbs up!
"Yes, Sister Xiaolan! You are so lucky!" Edogawa Conan also came over and said, "You can taste so many delicacies that you can't taste normally!"
"Does Conan think this is a good idea too?" Mao Lilan looked at Edogawa Conan's rare expression and said with a smile, "How about I give this opportunity to Conan, and then you can..."
Before she could finish her words, Edogawa Conan solemnly rejected her, "No!"
Mao Lilan was stunned.
"No, uh..., I mean people should be honest. It's not that I was not picked, haha..." Seeing this, Edogawa Conan waved his hands and hurriedly explained, "So, I won't go, Xiaolan. I want to set an example for Genta and the others!"
"Is that so...that makes sense. Then I'll go." Ran Mouri changed her mind and felt that what Conan said made sense, so she no longer insisted on letting Conan go in her place.
After Mao Lilan left with the staff, Kojima Genta immediately came over with his two friends in a rage, "Conan! What do you mean by this? You want to be a role model for me? Am I really that bad?"
"That's right, Conan! You're really pretentious!" Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya quickly approached, and the suddenly enlarged face scared Conan Edogawa so much that his head jerked back, forcing out a double chin. "You actually look down on the three of us so much, don't we know what you mean?"
"Listen to my explanation..." Edogawa Conan said, "I just spoke too quickly. It's not what you think..."
"That's what I'm saying, Conan, you only know how to show off in front of Sister Xiaolan!" Ignoring Edogawa Conan's sophistry, Yoshida Ayumi pointed this out very dissatisfiedly.
"That's not true..." Edogawa Conan said with obvious lack of confidence.
The player watched the fake child being besieged by three real children, and sat beside him, laughing happily.
This kind of scene where people can't speak out their suffering is really something I never get tired of watching.
"Alright, alright." Dr. Agasa tried to smooth things over, diverting the children's attention. "Look inside, Xiaolan and another lucky audience member have already reached the judges' table."
"The judges' comments are about to begin."
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