"The dishes we tasted before, but the dishes made by experienced experts, according to your level, are not bad among students, but outside, they are ordinary.
"But Ke" Naoki Ito wanted to continue to say something, but saw a judge next to him waving his hand impatiently, "The result has been decided, let's go down quickly." ” "Okay, who's next?"
Naoki Ito walked down with a grim face, the gap between psychology and reality was too big, making him feel like he was being played.
Looking at the pale back of the forerunner who was about to burn out, the players in the audience couldn't help but get nervous.
"These judges are too demanding."
"I thought that Qianyu Zhijiang gave a low score, compared to the black-bellied uncle, the score he gave was actually quite high."
"One point higher is considered high."
"Forget it, everyone is on the same starting line anyway, and it would be nice to be in the top four in the end" Some students take the score very lightly, like being chased by a grizzly bear in the forest, it doesn't matter if you can outrun the grizzly bear or not, you can run with the people next to you.
It's just that as the players came on stage one by one, and one by one seemed to come out with blood-colored scores, the atmosphere of the venue slowly changed, the sound of nervous heartbeats, and even breathing, in the quiet and treacherous atmosphere, was extremely clear.
Naoki Ito, who had a bitter face in the audience and was comforted by his friends, even felt that his twenty-three points seemed to have the potential to hit the top four No way, just look at the next score.
"Twelve points" A girl with a curry fish head almost cried when she saw this score, and Yishihui, who was standing next to the judges, hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her and took the girl off the court.
"Eighteen points" is a big man, and after seeing such a score, his eyes are dark.
The "seven" even a single-digit rating came out "Twenty points" The completion of each dish is very high, but no one exceeds forty points, so much so that Chitatsu Ori on the stage complained to Isusei, "Shouldn't there be even fifty points in the end?"
"Ah, please wait."
Yishihui's gaze, looking at the figure below who was still carefully cooking, The severe, almost harsh grading process is still ongoing.
Chimatari Oie was lying on the table bored before serving the next dish, this time she didn't talk to Isshiki, but chatted with several judges next to her, "You say, what is the highest score here?"
"Hmm," the chubby uncle judge thought for a moment, "Those students who have performed very well haven't come up yet, I think, it should be about ninety points." ” The bespectacled food writer next to him chuckled, "The highest score in previous years was just over eighty." ” "Is it" Uncle Judge was surprised, this is the first time he has been invited to be a judge of the autumn selection of Yuanyue Academy, "Then I don't know." ” The audience was naturally inaudible to the chatter between the judges, and they could only see the students who were sincerely frightened going up and walking down with a pitiful score.
Sitting in the audience, I felt sorry for those players.
Even some students on the fringes of the fall selection list are glad they weren't selected.
If you go up and get toyed with like these people on stage, it's better to sit down and watch the jokes In this way, after tasting the dishes of more than a dozen students, the highest score on the field was actually Naoki Ito's pitiful twenty-three points "It's finally done."
Putting the finished curry dish on a plate and then covering it with an insulated lid, Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was the last one in the audience.
Due to the fact that most of the dishes were completed earlier and the judges' scoring time was advanced, Yang Ming had to speed up in the end, but when he finished it, he found that there were still more than ten minutes away from the three-hour time limit Instead of hurriedly walking up to get a low to explosive score, it is better to carefully ponder the steps below and strive for excellence, so that the score will be a little higher.
A bunch of people in their teens and twenties, don't you feel ashamed of Yuanyue After finishing his own cooking, Yang Ming beckoned a referee and received a number plate, which was the order of scoring, he looked at it, and as expected, it was the last one.
It was still early for him to go up, so he was not in a hurry, and he did the same as Alice Nagi over there, crossed his hands, and quietly watched the other players go up to die It's a pity that the distance between him and Nagi Alice is too far, and he doesn't know the students around him, so he has to complain silently below.
"Tut-tut, can this potato and beef curry get 20 points, 15 points will be up to the sky?"
"Hey, this fried rice looks pretty good, but it seems to be a little too hot, very oops, it's only eight points, it seems that I'm too kind."
Putting himself in the role of a judge, Yang Ming complained happily below.
If anyone could hear him, they might be tempted to beat him up "Well, the next dish is" The host on the stage was holding the order card prepared by the staff, and was about to read the name when a foul smell suddenly hit him, choking him and coughing.
"It doesn't stink" "Mmmmmm "It's as stinky as a stinking drain that's ten times more concentrated."
The lethality of the smell reached the audience, and everyone covered their noses to see what caused the smell, but they soon found that it was impossible to do it Because it stinks so badly that it spicy eyes "I'll take it" Yang Ming also pinched his nose, his face was not very good, "Fortunately, I have already closed the lid, if this smell is attached to my food, it will be really a big pollution" She glanced at Alice, but she didn't expect that the other party was also looking at her, the two looked at each other, Yang Ming looked at each other's smug eyes, and really wanted to punch her.
"Why does this idiot cook and wear a gas mask" Nagi Alice's mouth and nose were blocked by professional gas masks, and when everyone was mourning, she looked triumphantly.
On the judges' bench, the girl named Nao Sadazuka didn't seem to hear the audience's call for her to get down, and she smiled grimly and introduced to the judges, "This is my special 'Black Lasa Curry'." ”: