People are eating halberds, I am a chef in the dark cooking world!

"Since Mr. Gao Shan doesn't taste it."

"Then I'll taste it first."

Nakiri Senzaemon picked up the knife and fork, gently cut off a piece of steak, put it in his mouth and tasted it carefully.

The steak he cut was not big, just the size of a thumb.

And it was such a small piece of meat that Nakiri Senzaemon cut very smoothly, without feeling any resistance at all.

In the feeling of Nakiri Senzaemon, it was as if he was cutting a piece of tofu.

"This kind of beef..."

Seeing the pieces of meat that he had cut with such ease, Nakiri Senzaemon slightly opened his eyes.

This is the first time he has seen a steak so smooth and tender.

Next, Nakiri Senzaemon held the knife and gently patted on the steak.

Every time he slapped, he could feel a force pushing the knife back.

And this power belongs to the elasticity of beef!

"This……"

"It's already half-ripe, but it still has such elasticity..."

"You can actually make such beef, you are really amazing!"

Nakiri Senzaemon directly inserted a fork into the beef, held it in front of his eyes, observed it for a while, and opened his mouth to admire.

"hey-hey……"

"If I don't have strong strength, then I wouldn't dare to stand in front of you!"

Hearing Nakiri Senzaemon's praise, Markanta patted his head and said with a smile.

"Confidence is a good thing."

After Nakiri Senzaemon finished speaking, he put the beef on the fork into his mouth and began to chew.

Just entered.

His teeth lightly bit on the beef, and Nakiri Senzaemon felt the elasticity of the beef pushing his teeth up again.

Feeling the resistance from the beef, Nakiri Senzaemon exerted a little force and bit down directly.

And this one.

Thick beef juice oozed out from the meat, filling the entire mouth of Nakiri Senzaemon.

this moment.

The taste of cheese, black pepper and sea salt erupted in Nakiri Senzaemon's mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Nakiri Senzaemon bit the beef.

He felt that the beef that was still struggling with him just now became extremely smooth at this moment, without any firewood.

slip!Tender!soft!bomb!

This is what Nakiri Senzaemon feels when he tastes beef.

"Well!"

Suddenly, Nakiri Senzaemon suddenly opened his eyes.

I saw the clothes on his body exploded suddenly, and spread out around him with himself as the center.

"The clothes... the skirts are torn!"

Seeing the sudden situation on Nakiri Senzaemon, the late-night cook on the fence said loudly.

Although they are late-night cooks, they have heard of Nakiri Senzaemon's name.

Even Nakiri Senzaemon is the idol of some late-night cooks.

Therefore, someone immediately explained what happened to Nakiri Senzaemon.

"That clown..."

"I didn't expect to be able to blow up all the clothes on Nakiri-sama!"

"It seems that the food made by that clown is very delicious!"

Seeing this, the other late-night cooks said slowly.

"Ah."

"I didn't expect this clown to cook such a dish, and I don't know what kind of dishes that man in a suit can make."

"Even if you can't compare with him, it's not much worse."

Some late-night cooks heard the words and said slowly.

"The placket is cracked!"

At this time, Markanta, who was standing in front of Nakiri Senzaemon, looked at Nakiri Senzaemon, who was naked from the upper body, and his eyes couldn't help but shine.

The situation of Nakiri Senzaemon undoubtedly proved his strength greatly.

After all, as long as anyone in the culinary world knows the rules of Nakiri Senzaemon's lapel ripping.

When Nakiri Senzaemon tastes something delicious, he releases a powerful aura that bursts through his clothes.

And the strength of this breath depends on the delicious food tasted by Senzaemon Nakiri.

In other words, the more delicious the food Nakiri Senzaemon tasted, the stronger his clothes would be torn apart.

Now the clothes on Nakiri Senzaemon's upper body have turned into rags and are scattered around. It can be seen that Malkanta's cuisine is indeed very delicious.

"Mr. Gao Shan."

"Do you have any clothes here?"

Glancing at the remaining steak on the table, Nakiri Senzaemon asked Takayama Fumi.

Although he was tempted to eat all the steak on the plate.

But in order to be able to taste the dishes of other chefs later, Nakiri Senzaemon could only suppress this idea forcibly.

"It's already been prepared for you."

Wen Takayama nodded his head, and then instructed Ace to take Nakiri Senzaemon to change clothes.

"Master Gao Shan..."

"If there are any deficiencies in my dish, please comment."

Seeing Nakiri Senzaemon leaving, Markanta hastily asked Takayama Fumi for instructions.

"The meat is smooth and tender, and the taste is good."

"This dish of yours is well-controlled."

"The quality of the ingredients cannot be improved, so if you want to make this dish more delicious, you have to change some seasonings."

"First you add cheese to the steak is a good idea."

"But after you add the cheese, you put a little oil on top."

"This can make the dish feel a bit oily by the end."

"So if you want to make this dish more delicious, you can start from this aspect."

Listening to Malkanta's inquiry, Gao Shanwen said slowly.

Although he did not taste this dish of Marcanta.

But what does this steak taste like and how does it taste.

Gao Shanwen has long understood the taste and texture of this dish through super vision and super smell.

"Change the seasoning?"

Listening to Gao Shanwen's words, Malkanta immediately thought about the possibility of implementation in his mind.

Although Gao Shanwen didn't taste his food, but through what Gao Shanwen said, he knew that what Gao Shanwen said was true.

While Malkanta was thinking, the man in the suit walked up to Gao Shanwen with his own dishes.

"Master Gao Shan..."

"This is my cooking."

The man in the suit put the dishes in his hands in front of Gao Shanwen, and said slowly.

Compared with Malkanta, who was very confident at the beginning, the man in the suit spoke in a much softer voice.

And his action, in the eyes of Gao Shanwen, is completely an expression of lack of confidence.

Glancing at the man in the suit's cooking, Gao Shanwen turned his head and cast his gaze on the other people who were still competing.

"Someone is here again."

"What's your cuisine?"

At this time, Nakiri Senzaemon, who had changed his clothes, returned to the judges' seat, glanced at the newly placed plates on the table, and asked.

"It's also steak..."

Hearing Nakiri Senzaemon's question, the man in the suit answered quickly.

"Steak too?"

"open to take a look."

Nakiri Senzaemon heard this and said directly.

With the example of Markanta, Nakiri Senzaemon at this time is looking forward to the steak of the man in the suit.

After all, Marcanta, who looks like a clown, can cook such amazing dishes.

So what kind of cooking can this man in a suit who looks like a successful person cook?

"Yes!"

Hearing Nakiri Senzaemon's instructions, the man in the suit nodded his head quickly, and reached out to pick up the lid.

The moment the lid was lifted, a burst of white mist diffused from the lid.

When the white mist dissipated, the steak on the plate was completely displayed in front of Nakiri Senzaemon.

The difference with the steak at Marcanta is.

The steak of the man in the suit was burnt red and smelled of butter.

Smell carefully.

There was also a hint of rosemary coming from the steak.

Although the smell of this steak from the man in the suit is very rich, the aroma is not enough.

"This steak..."

Looking at the steak in front of him, Nakiri Senzaemon felt a little disappointed in his heart.

Compared with the steak of Malkantha, the steak of the man in the suit is not as good as the steak of Malkantha in terms of appearance and taste.

But even so, Nakiri Senzaemon didn't immediately reject the man in the suit's steak.

Because he knows.

There are many dishes that look ugly, smell bad, but taste delicious.

So Nakiri Senzaemon was going to wait until he tasted the man in the suit's steak before commenting.

Looking at the steak on the plate, Nakiri Senzaemon picked up another set knife and patted it lightly.

And this time.

Nakiri Senzaemon felt that his table knife was like a mud cow falling into the sea, and he didn't feel any pull back at all.

obviously.

The steak of the man in the suit has no elasticity.

"If there is no elasticity..."