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Mr. Mano and others ate Fujii Momoka's dessert, and then did not comment.

But in the face of Fujii Momoka's expectant eyes, the last few judges still choked out a few words.

Delicious, but...

It has a very special taste.

I don't know why, I ate this dessert...

It felt like something was being pressed against my face.

It's a steamroller. It's not a weight I can bear. Mr. Mano concluded.

Fujii Momoka:? ? ?

Not surprisingly, Fujii Momoka is hopeless.

Fujii Momoka came back disappointed.

Then there is Bailiyuan's cuisine.

Many people have already prepared their own dishes, and then brought them over, standing behind the queue.

Mr. Mano and the others drank two sips of water, rinsed their mouths well, and then opened the plate that Bailiyuan brought.

In fact, Bailiyuan didn't want to participate, but Mr. Miyamoto had great expectations for Bailiyuan.

And Bailiyuan also had some insights after communicating with Obike.

Senior Baili, it's definitely possible. Fujii Momoka said.

I also believe in Brother Baili. Mr. Miyamoto said, although there is no basis, but at this time he can't say anything else.

The lid opens.

No sky-high golden light, just a bowl of soba noodles, but the noodles are black.

This is my dish, Soba Noodles: The Disappearing Village! Baili Yuan said.

The disappearing village? A strange name. Mr. Mano became interested.

Each of the five judges took some, put them on a plate, and tasted them.

Chi Liu~

Chew Chew Chew...

The five judges closed their eyes.

No comments were posted.

At this time, Mr. Mano suddenly picked up the chopsticks again, brought the soba noodles in front of him, and began to eat with big mouthfuls.

This made the other four judges a little dazed, and even the other people who were about to present the dishes didn't understand why.

However, they all knew that if Mr. Mano ate like this, something would happen!

A full stomach will reduce the sense of taste, especially the stimulation of food. When the appetite is satisfied, it will be difficult to bring amazing feeling to the food afterwards, and the evaluation will naturally drop. Human beings are quite good at this aspect. reality.

So many people want to be the first to present their own food, and generally speaking, the judges will not eat other people's food like this, but will taste it a little bit, try to ensure that they will not be full, and at the same time, pay attention to rinsing their mouths, In order to be able to taste the most authentic taste.

But now, Mr. Mano didn't care so much. After he finished the whole bowl of soba noodles, he started to drink the soup in big gulps. Finally, he stopped after drinking all the soup in the bowl, and then let out a mouthful of hot air.

Mr. Mano, this... A judge was a little surprised.

But Mr. Mano shook his head, and then closed his eyes again, as if he was appreciating something.

Baili Yuan seemed to be watching all this as expected.

After a while, Mr. Mano spoke slowly.

I really want to eat another bowl. Mr. Mano said.

Following Mano-san's words, those who were waiting to serve the food felt their hearts were broken.

Unfortunately, I only made one bowl. Baili Yuan said.

Can I make another bowl? Mr. Mano asked.

No, because it has disappeared. Baili Yuan said.

Disappeared? Mr. Mano muttered about the legacy, and then looked at the empty bowl in his hand.

Is the soba noodles stained with squid ink? But there is still a familiar and special taste, as if I felt it when I was young. This taste is very sweet and nostalgic, but it makes people feel lost... Is it soup? Added to the soup What? Mano asked.

It's the smell of lotus root. I added some lotus root powder when making the soup. Baili Yuan explained.

Lotus root? Why is it lotus root? Mr. Mano didn't know why lotus root gave him such a special feeling, and he always felt that the smell was not just the smell of lotus root.

Others don't have such a special feeling as Mr. Mano, they just think it's delicious, but at the same time, they also have a sense of disobedience. They closed their eyes and tasted it to think about what this disobedience is.

Baili Yuan hugged her chest and looked out the window.

In that direction, there used to be a pond of lotus roots...

It seems that Bailiyuan said an explanation that is not an explanation, and the others didn't feel much, but Mr. Mano also looked out the window at the same time, feeling a lot.

Yes, there used to be a lotus root pond there. When I was young, I often went there to play with my friends. It's a pity, it's a pity...

Mr. Mano sighed, then shook his head with a smile.

I really didn't expect to be able to taste such a taste. The inexplicable taste is cooked with superb methods to create a special taste. Is this specially made for me? The taste of my hometown.

Bailiyuan shook his head.

It's for the village.

That's why it's called a disappeared village? So that's what it is. Mr. Mano seemed to understand something.

However, I can't give you a letter of recommendation. Mr. Mano said, Although this bowl of noodles satisfies me, it is not qualified as a cuisine, and... this should not be a cuisine.

Not cooking?

Everyone was taken aback.

But Bailiyuan was still smiling.

Who knows.

Why do you make such food?

I met an old man who was left behind by the times in the city, ate him a bowl of soba noodles, and listened to him talk about his memories all night.

So that's how it is... Mr. Mano smiled, and then nodded slightly to Bailiyuan.

thanks for treatment.

Poor hospitality.

Bailiyuan turned and left.

Mr. Mano looked at Baili Yuan's back, and then at the empty bowl in his hand, thoughtfully.

It turns out that cooking can be done like this. This young man's cooking skills may have...

Bailiyuan returned to Mr. Miyamoto and Fujii Momoka's side.

Brother Baili, what a pity. Mr. Miyamoto sighed, although some words of Bailiyuan and Mr. Mano were confusing, but one can still know that Bailiyuan did not pass.

So many people breathed a sigh of relief.

I never thought it would be useless to please Mr. Mano. Fujii Momoka said.

Baili Yuan noticed that some people's faces changed.

Obviously, they all came here with the purpose of currying favor with Mr. Mano.

It's okay, it's just a game. Baili Yuan smiled and shook his head.

Bailiyuan looked out the window again.

That dish is indeed not a serious dish, at least not in this world.

Because the key to that dish is not lotus root powder, but... soil!

That's right, Bailiyuan sprinkled a handful of soil in the soba noodles.

Of course, it is the soil that has been prepared in a special way.

And that handful of soil was dug out by Bailiyuan from the bottom of the original pond in Yanye Town.

What smell is more impressive than the taste of the soil of the hometown?