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

A few more people brought the dishes to Nakiri Senzaemon one after another for Nakiri Senzaemon to taste.

I don't know if it's because Marcanta's cooking is too good.

It was still because of the sequelae of the man in the suit using contraband.

Nakiri Senzaemon always felt that the following dishes were not very delicious, and they were not as amazing as Malkanta's dishes.

"Mr. Gao Shan..."

After Nakiri Senzaemon tasted a dish, he slowly put down the knife, turned his head to look at Fumi Takayama beside him, and shouted softly.

"Ok?"

Hearing Nakiri Senzaemon's call, Fumiya Takayama turned his head and looked at him.

"Mr. Gao Shan..."

"Why do I feel that these dishes are not so delicious?"

Nakiri Senzaemon took a deep breath and said softly.

And when Nakiri Senzaemon's voice fell, several late-night cooking chefs standing in front of Nakiri Senzaemon became nervous when they heard the words.

They were afraid that Gao Shanwen's next words would throw them all into Tokyo Bay.

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Something happened today, I can't add more, I'm very sorry.

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Listening to Nakiri Senzaemon's words, Fumiya Takayama glanced at everyone in front of him.

"Because their cooking is not good."

"It has nothing to do with that contraband."

Gao Shanwen explained.

"Is their cooking not good?"

Listening to Takayama Fumi's answer, Nakiri Senzaemon stared at everyone for a while, and then sighed.

Compared with the amazing cooking of Malkanta, the cooking of these guys can only be regarded as mediocre!

When he first tasted Markanta's cuisine, Nakiri Senzaemon thought that the late-night cuisine world had become so strong, even though one person could cook extremely delicious cuisine.

But now it seems.

Marcanta is just an example!

Most of the late-night cooks are relatively average in strength.

of course.

If the culinary skills of every late-night chef are as terrifying as Marcanta, then the culinary world in this world has long been ruled by late-night chefs, and it's their turn?

"Then these guys..."

Nakiri Senzaemon took a deep breath and looked at Fumi Takayama.

"Whatever is on your mind, just say it."

"Even if we eliminate them all, that's fine!"

Feeling the gaze from Nakiri Senzaemon, Fumi Takayama spoke directly.

"In that case..."

When Nakiri Senzaemon heard this, he immediately raised his voice.

And the late-night cooks standing in front of Nakiri Senzaemon immediately raised their hearts to their throats.

After all, Nakiri Senzaemon is now deciding their future fate!

"Your cooking is not good!"

"So this time, none of you passed the competition!"

Under the gaze of everyone, Nakiri Senzaemon spoke directly.

"Ok?"

"All failed?"

Hearing Nakiri Senzaemon's words, the late night chef standing in front of him suddenly widened his eyes, and looked at Nakiri Senzaemon in disbelief.

"how can that be!"

"My cooking is obviously delicious, why do you say I failed!"

At this time, the late-night chef who was leading quickly questioned Nakiri Senzaemon loudly, wanting to ask for an explanation from Nakiri Senzaemon.

Facing the man's questioning, Nakiri Senzaemon just glanced at him, and then waved to the ace beside him.

Feeling Nakiri Senzaemon's gaze, Ace hurried over and took all these late-night cooks away.

For Nakiri Senzaemon.

If these guys are Yuanyue's students, then he still has the mind to explain to them some of their cooking problems.

But these guys are all late-night cooks!

Although Nakiri Senzaemon is now serving as their judge, it does not mean that Nakiri Senzaemon has recognized the idea of ​​late night chef.

So facing the inquiries from those guys, Nakiri Senzaemon didn't have the heart to answer them at all.

Soon, under the coercion of Ace, the group of late-night cooks had no choice but to return to their seats, and gave up their previous stove to the next late-night cooks.

"Looking at the expression of that Demon Eater, he should be dissatisfied with those dishes!"

At this time, those late-night cooks standing on the stage looked at the expression on Nakiri Senzaemon's face, and said slowly.

"should be……"

"But judging from what I smell, the food of those guys should be delicious, but why isn't he satisfied?"

"very strange!"

The other late-night cooks heard the words and slowly expressed their thoughts.

"Hey!"

"Can you figure it out?"

"If you could figure it out, then you would have been a judge a long time ago, and you can still stand here and watch other people cook with me?"

Hearing his companion's doubts, the late-night cook who spoke first was immediately amused and spoke.

"Too."

"After all, he is the Demon Eater!"

"It must be better than us in terms of taste, and it can also taste some places that we can't taste."

Hearing the words, the late-night cook nodded his head and agreed.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Nakiri Senzaemon's previous experience has already left enough impressions in the culinary world.

So even though they were very puzzled about the decision made by Nakiri Senzaemon in their hearts, they did not open their mouths to contradict Nakiri Senzaemon.

After all, their culinary skills are not up to the level of Nakiri Senzaemon, so they are naturally embarrassed to speak.

Next.

Nakiri Senzaemon sat in the judges' seat and kept tasting the dishes of those late-night cooks.

"this is not bad."

"This dish is a little flawed...but it's not a big problem."

"This dish is not good!"

"Next!"

Accompanied by the continuous tasting of Nakiri Senzaemon.

He also found that several of the late-night cooks had good cooking skills. Although they couldn't reach the level of Malkanta, they were almost the same.

Therefore, those powerful late-night cooks were recognized by Nakiri Senzaemon and sat beside Markanta.

As for the rest of the late-night cooks, they were blocked by Nakiri Senzaemon.

After all, everyone has two chances. Now that the first chance has failed, they must continue to work hard to make more delicious dishes.

As time goes by.

In this afternoon, Nakiri Senzaemon has tasted more than 50 dishes.

Nakiri Senzaemon's muscular body was also bulging at the moment.

From a distance, it looks like Nakiri Senzaemon is pregnant.

"call……"

"Mr. Gao Shan..."

"I can't eat anymore!"

Nakiri Senzaemon touched his stomach, looked at the late-night cooks who were still making dishes in the audience, and said to Takayama Fumi with a bitter face.

He never thought that one day, he would feel like vomiting when he came to be a judge.

But it's not Nakiri Senzaemon's fault either.

After all, whoever tastes more than 50 dishes one after another will feel sick to his stomach.

"In that case."

"Then after tasting this round, you can take a rest."

Listening to Nakiri Senzaemon's complaint, Takayama Fumi said with a smile.

"Rest awhile?"

"Isn't it the end?"

When Nakiri Senzaemon heard this, his eyes widened immediately, and he looked at Fumi Takayama in disbelief.

He thought he was just a judge for this round.

But I didn't expect to be the judge of this day!

Do not!

It is also possible that in the next few days, I will be a judge!

Thinking of this, Nakiri Senzaemon couldn't help covering his stomach, with a distressed expression on his face.

Although the dishes of these late-night chefs are much more delicious than ordinary chefs.

But I can't stand it. Some late-night cooks will put contraband in the seasonings and ingredients!

In this afternoon alone, he had already tasted the taste of contraband in those dishes five or six times.

Two or three of them were caught by myself, and people threw them into Tokyo Bay.

For the remaining few times, it was only after Gao Shanwen reminded me that I had eaten contraband.

Thinking of this, Nakiri Senzaemon suddenly said that if he continued to be the judge, he would definitely lose several years of life!

"Just take a break."

"After all... you are the only one who is qualified to be a judge here."

Listening to Nakiri Senzaemon's words, Fumi Takayama said with a smile.

"This……"

Nakiri Senzaemon wanted to say something else.