Shokugeki no Sora: Obtain Lan Feihong's inheritance at the beginning!

"We specially invited this person here from the hospital."

Ranta spoke rather calmly, and seemed to have some knowledge of the old man.

“In fact, he was one of the earliest late-night cooks.”

Lantabi said this calmly, but Lin Han was stunned. He didn't expect that this old man was also a late-night cook.

"It is said that this person started out in the black market after the war, and gradually took that detour."

Rantabi continued to introduce the origin of the old man.

"And he is also responsible for hosting banquets for underground organizations all year round."

"Whether it's the kitchen or subduing the enemy, we have all the means."

"So 553, he will be your next judge. Please prepare a last dinner for him."

His food days were numbered, and he wanted to have a hearty meal at the end.

"Of course, there is no limit to the theme this time, and I hope you will prepare well."

Rantabi slowly completed all the trial contents.

But at this moment, the former late-night chef Goro, whose originally crying face was full of brilliance in his eyes, seemed to be the last ray of light.

I only heard a glimmer of golden light from the old man, and then a somewhat old voice came out of him.

"I originally thought that I would just be a silent prisoner from now on, but I never thought that I would be a judge here. I am so grateful to you for taking on this important responsibility."

Thank you so much. Because the old man wanted to bow, but he came to a lighthouse and bowed directly to it. It seemed that he was so dazzled that he couldn't see anything clearly.

Rantabi was also speechless.

"Hey, it's just a lighthouse, okay?"

Rantabi roared, making everyone feel helpless.

Rantabi was so confused that he forgot what he was talking about. Was he also thinking? But later he remembered.

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"You only have one chance to cook, so you must seize it."

"It's in his tent. When you finish your dishes, line up and serve him the food."

"Of course, all the ingredients and items needed are in a trailer, which can be kept cold, so there is no need to worry about the food spoiling."

"You can choose from what is there. But you are not allowed to use the materials you bring. The time limit is two hours."

"Then proceed with your performance!"

However, just as Rantabi finished his speech, four chefs came to Rantabi and seemed dissatisfied with the content of this competition.

"What exactly do you mean by this so-called last supper?" asked a blue-haired chef puzzledly.

The white-haired man also asked, "Isn't this the theme of the taste competition?"

But in response to their questions, Rantabi frowned, with an obvious look of displeasure on his face.

"Didn't I make myself clear just now? I only said it once, you should remember it, right?"

"As long as I can make a diet therapy that satisfies him, I'll be qualified, that's all."

"But this theme is too vague. Don't you know what kind of delicacy we should make?"

The black chef also asked.

The blue-haired woman with her eyes closed was also a little confused.

"There are so many things to taste at the end that I don't know what to make, and there is only one chance."

It's really difficult to see these guys, said Rantabi.

"By the way, you will have five minutes to interview the old man. Is that ok? You can ask any questions you want."

After hearing this, the four people who were originally dissatisfied also smiled, and all the chefs were shocked at this moment.

At the same time, in an instant, the old man was surrounded by people. There was no one around Rantabi, after all, there was no way to ask him about such things.

Since there was only five minutes, everyone in front and behind was asking the late-night cook questions about his favorite ingredients.

No one is thinking about anything else, they seem to only pay attention to this.

The sound was deafening, and everyone, even those at the back, were asking him the same question.

It was really like interviewing this old man.

And the blue-haired woman with her eyes closed also asked.

"When were you sent there?"

"Tell me what you like to eat, where are you from?" and other questions are all taken into consideration of the last supper the elderly would like to eat.

The old man had a smile on his face, and the golden light just now seemed to have disappeared.

An old voice slowly sounded here.

"I remember that I beat up a very greedy guy in the dark black market of cuisine."

He seemed to be asking where he came from?

But the one who asks where he comes from is also asking.

"I'm not asking you that. I'm asking you, where are you from?"

But the old man said.

"When I was just born, I was so lively and always cried loudly..."

The old man actually started telling his own story, which surprised everyone.

But they still listened patiently. After all, if there was any news they could get, it would be extremely important.

And three dark chefs are also here.

One of the rabbits looked like a woman, and one of them was actually a clown? However, this clown looked extremely bloated.

The last one has green hair and wears black clothes. He looks cool and handsome.

Seeing so many chefs asking about the old man's origins, the woman with rabbit ears also grinned as if she was looking at these stupid people.

"These guys in the surface world are really hardworking."

Some sarcastic words were spoken slowly, and the clown sneered.

"It's really hard work. After all, this is a game."

When the green-haired man saw that Lin Han was standing at the back and did not show any sign of going forward to ask questions, he became confused.

"Why don't you go and ask him? Maybe you can find out what his favorite food is?"

Lin Han watched this scene calmly. He was not moved at all by what the green-haired man said.

Seeing that Lin Han ignored him, the green-haired man waved his hand indifferently.

"If there is one thing I want to eat before I die, it would probably be the taste of my hometown."

"Actually, I've wanted to eat the food my mother cooks for a long time."

Listening to the words of this dark chef, Lin Han just said in agreement.

"¨' Of course I understand what you said, but I always feel very uncomfortable to arrange such a trial."

During the questioning, the old man was still telling his story, and everyone became a little impatient.

I saw the black chef yelling and asking questions.

"I've already said it. I'm asking you about the place where you were born. Is it a good place?"

The old man then spoke slowly.

"I was born in a small rural village in Donghai."

Upon hearing this, everyone smiled. Since this was the last dinner here, maybe they knew what to cook.

And the old man spoke again.

"I can still recall eating udon noodles and flatbread with everyone."

When the black man heard this, he was also tempted, thinking that it was indeed a dish that would test the customer's appetite (Li Li Hao). But this dish was too simple for him.

Of course, not only do they feel that this is a test of their cooking experience to cater to the guests, but it is also a test of their ability to improvise on the spot to create that perfect dish.

This taste from my hometown is indeed the most suitable for the last supper.

"Okay, old man, I understand. Please wait a moment. I will prepare the meal for you in a moment."

The five minutes had not yet arrived, but everyone had already returned to their stoves, with flames rising on the cooking table. They were preparing to make the dishes that the old man had mentioned that they would eat every day.

The originally noisy environment suddenly disappeared at this moment, and the old man was stopped and slowly pushed into the tent.

"Okay, then let's just wait for the production to be completed."

Rantabi also spoke slowly.

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And within two hours, many people have to complete their own production.

But they forgot that this was just a test with only one chance, so this test tested how well they cooked. If the cooking was not good, they would be eliminated directly.

Of course, they also completely underestimated the topic of this competition. Many people were still making dishes about the old man’s hometown.

They thought about this topic too simply and too lightly.

Sure enough, when many people heard what the old man said about udon noodles, they all started making udon noodles, and no one thought about breaking this routine.

Soon, a chef came up. This was the black chef.

What he made was udon noodles.

At the same time, he narcissistically praised the bowl of udon noodles he made, bringing out the seasonal atmosphere to the fullest and stimulating the freshness of the flavor.

At the same time, the old man was slurping the ingredients of the udon noodles.

The old man's way of eating gave the black chef a look of confidence.

He personally cooked the noodles a little longer, so that the noodles would be easier to bite and more suitable for the characteristics of the elderly.

At the same time, he cut the ordinary ingredients into smaller pieces so that the elderly could eat them more easily.

Of course, his production plan is indeed no problem for an ordinary old man, but this is an old man from a late-night cook, and it seems that these are not what he wants to eat.

Sure enough, after the old man finished speaking, an angry look suddenly appeared on his face, and he looked extremely angry, as if he had turned into a devil.

A piece of unqualified paper was slapped directly on the black man's face.

The old man yelled, "Not qualified!"

Before the black man could react, he walked out in a daze.

Next, chef after chef was simply labeled as unqualified, but they didn't know what happened.

But some chefs didn't even taste the noodles and directly judged them as unqualified, and all the noodles they made were udon noodles.

As an old person, they felt that it was indeed a very normal thing.

But to the old man, he seemed to be humiliating himself.

"What on earth is this trial all about?" the black chef asked solemnly.

But at this moment, a series of qualified voices were heard in the tent?

When everyone looked, they saw those dark chefs slowly walking out.

Looking at the certificate in the hand of the dark chef clown, the clown also smiled wryly and laughed at everyone.

"Isn't this too easy? We'll go first."

The rabbit chef also said this.

Seeing that two people had passed the test in succession, several people became a little solemn.