Food Wars: Taste Reversal

In contrast to the exterior of Polar star Dorm , the kitchen here is very tidy, with all kinds of utensils and seasonings, as well as some vegetables that haven't had time to be used.

" I've tasted a lot of student dishes so far, and you don't have any ingredients with you, so don't think that those improvised dishes can meet the standards." Mrs. Fumio glanced at Shiraki and saw that he didn't even have a suitcase behind him, and he didn't look like he was prepared.

"You can use the things in the kitchen as you like, as long as you can make dishes that satisfy me, you will be qualified."

Shiraki scanned the entire kitchen, and in addition to the half-used vegetables he had just seen, there were also flour, eggs, and seafood that he had brought from Erina's kitchen, which was enough to make a meal.

Shiraki glanced back at Fumio, who was sitting at the door, and another question was in front of him.

Erina's reaction after tasting his own food before, is it real or acting?

If it's true, does that mean that those dark dishes that are extremely disgusting in your own eyes are actually very delicious to others?

If it's fake, the problem is even more complicated, although Shiraki prefers the former, because Erina's God's Tongue has decided that she can no longer taste the cuisine, and the dish that is systematically rated as K-grade is an absolute disaster for the human tongue.

"What's the matter, boy, can't you do it?".

Seeing that Shiraki saw that he hadn't started cooking for a long time, Mrs. Fumio asked.

Being reminded by her like this, Shiraki immediately came back to his senses, no matter what the truth of the matter was, the most important thing at the moment was to make a dish.

"Mrs. Fumio, the kitchen... Hey, anyone?".

Just as Shiraki was selecting the ingredients, a girl's voice sounded at the kitchen door, Fumio glanced back at Megumi Tadokoro, who was wearing pajamas and had a confused expression, Fumio smiled and said.

"He is a transfer student who just came today, and he will enter the high school with you after the school starts, by the way, the opportunity is rare, do you want to see this kid's skill test?"

"Huh, is he going to join Polar star Dorm?" Megumi Tadokoro, who looked at Shiraki in the kitchen cleaning potatoes with wide eyes, had spent three months trying to get into this dormitory, and she didn't know what would happen to this new boy.

Obviously it wasn't her testing, Megumi Tadokoro was still subconsciously nervous, and even forgot that he came down to get water to drink, and stood next to Mrs. Fumio and watched the process of Shiraki cleaning vegetables seriously.

There were only a few ingredients left in the kitchen, so Shiraki simply took two eggs, a potato, and half a tomato, and to be honest, he still hadn't figured out what to do, but it should be no problem to cut all the ingredients and put them in the pot and cook them together.

Thinking so, Shiraki opened the cabinet under the cooking table to find a kitchen knife inside, but when he opened it, he saw that behind a row of sharpened knives, there was a small hammer that was very out of tune.

This small hammer is about the size of two fists, and if Shiraki knows French cuisine, he will understand what it is used for, but apparently Shiraki does not have this knowledge, so after staring at the hammer for two seconds, out of curiosity, Shiraki decisively picked up the hammer.

"Hmm, that's?".

Noticing his movements, Mrs. Fumio and Megumi Tadokoro at the door let out a soft sigh at the same time, although there are many uses for the hammer, but those vegetables on the white wooden board don't seem to need to use the hammer, seeing that Shiraki picked up the hammer and began to gesture against the board, both of them had doubts in their hearts.

Shiraki took the hammer in his hand and weighed it twice, in the puzzled eyes of Fumio and Megumi, the hammer in his hand suddenly smashed down, the target was directly aimed at the egg in the bowl, only to hear the sound, mixed with a slight 'click' sound, when the hammer was raised again, there was only a lump of smashed eggshells and egg liquid mixed together in the bowl in front of Shiraki, the scene was comparable to the scene of a car accident.

Of course, the eggs had just been washed, looking at the lump of egg yolk and egg white in the bowl that had been mixed together, Shiraki suddenly felt a light in his eyes, and put in the only half of the tomato left on the side, and smashed it again, when there was a bang, the red juice splashed, and the poor tomato followed in the footsteps of the egg, and was successfully smashed into a pool of dry stuff by Shiraki.

"It's very convenient. "

Feel the hammer down, all the ingredients are smashed into meatloaf Shiraki was satisfied and took a few washed lettuce from the side, hammered it down, and a crisp and pleasant clatter sounded.

That feeling, one word - cool!

Fumio and Megumi Tadokoro at the door had already opened their eyes wide when Shiraki smashed eggs with a hammer, and looked at Shiraki 's operation in amazement, especially Megumi Tadokoro, she had been in Totsuki culinary academy for so long, and she had seen countless strange cooking techniques, but it was the first time she had seen it like Shiraki.

Isn't this really just a waste of ingredients?

Because she was too surprised, Mrs. Fumio didn't even have time to stop Shiraki, and before she could come to her senses, Shiraki in front of the cooking table had already started a new round of operations, only to see him pour the vegetables and eggs in the bowl that had been smashed apart by the hammer into the oil pot one by one, and without stir-frying or other actions, he directly covered the oil pot and turned on the maximum heat, and Shiraki seemed to have expected that when he lifted the lid of the pot, he would see a mass of burnt paste, took out a large bottle of red pigment from the cabinet above, and waited for the contents of the oil pot to be fried.

As a dormitory manager who has accompanied Polar star Dorm for countless years and watched one graduate after another grow up, even if she can't make really top-notch cuisine, she has eaten a lot of dishes at the top ten level, but looking at Shiraki's cooking now, Mrs. Fumio only felt that her blood pressure was rising, and the blood vessels in her head were about to burst, and the whole person seemed to suddenly start to smoke like a sheep's madness.

"Bastard, bastard, hurry, stop!".

Because the blood pressure in her brain was about to flow backwards, Mrs. Fumio couldn't speak very well, a pair of wrinkled hands trembled and pointed at Shiraki in front of the cooking table, Mrs. Fumio had a dead expression, as if she wanted to fight with her old bones to stop Shiraki from continuing to mess around in the kitchen.

And at this moment, a stir-fry aroma that people can't ignore suddenly diffuses from the wok, and it fills the entire kitchen in just a few seconds!