A plate of Soba, paired with fried shrimp tempura, and a cup of bonito soy sauce, was neatly placed in front of the three judges.
Senzaemon Nakiri and the other two did not hesitate, quickly picked up their chopsticks, and began to taste.
The white, slender Soba were dipped in soy sauce, then put into the mouth; the natural flavor of Soba, paired with the umami of bonito, slowly spread on the tongue.
"What a delicate and wonderful texture, with a faint elegant taste, making one feel as if their whole body is enveloped in silver threads," Senzaemon Nakiri said with a satisfied expression on his face, speaking in a deep voice.
"And this fried shrimp tempura, the crust is crispy, the shrimp meat is tender, and with one bite, the mouth is filled with lingering fragrance, making one unable to stop!" Gin Dojima also praised, eating the tempura with a crispy sound, which seemed exceptionally delicious.
Listening to the sound and smelling the rich Soba aroma, the students nearby couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
"It is indeed an exceptionally outstanding dish. The Soba have a faint sweetness, a delicate and smooth texture, an elegant and fresh flavor, and paired with this elegant and refreshing fried shrimp tempura, the flavors of Soba and seafood complement each other, like a symphony," Chapel also lowered his head, a slight smile on his face, "This is Sakura Shrimp, right?"
"Yes, Chapel-sensei," Nene Kinokuni nodded upon hearing this.
"The texture of Sakura Shrimp is more elegant, and it pairs exceptionally well with the delicate and subtle Soba," Chapel nodded repeatedly, praising, "After eating, the lingering fragrance of both fills the mouth and lasts for a long time. As expected of a descendant of a famous family, possessing the demeanor of a famous family."
As they tasted this elegant and refined dish, the three judges seemed to see a young girl in a kimono dancing gracefully before their eyes.
Unconsciously, the dishes in front of the three judges were all eaten.
"Excellent, as expected of a descendant of Nakiri!" Senzaemon Nakiri suddenly opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, his clothes completely torn open!
"Clothes torn open! As expected of Senior Nene Kinokuni!"
"Yes, it's amazing, severely defeat the transfer student!" Seeing this scene, the students below the stage couldn't help but shout.
"So amazing! Is this the strength of the Elite Ten?" Tadokoro Megumi covered her mouth in surprise, and couldn't help but start worrying about Satou.
"A wonderful balance achieved between Soba and seafood," Miyoko Hojo also gritted her teeth and said, "As expected, the Elite Ten is not just talk; Senior Nene Kinokuni also has high attainments in seafood."
"Damn it, I originally thought I could simulate at least half of the opponent's level, but now it's probably only three to four tenths," Mimasaka Subaru also looked grim, "It seems that the simulation training for the Elite Ten needs to be intensified."
"What simulation training for the Elite Ten?" Kobayashi Rindo asked with some curiosity.
"Hehe, nothing," Tadokoro Megumi and the others chuckled dryly.
In their minds, they couldn't help but picture Mimasaka Subaru wearing a skirt and imitating Kobayashi Rindo, and they all felt a chill in their hearts.
They hoped they would never see such a scene happen.
Everyone prayed in their hearts.
"I told you long ago, even if you luckily avoided a direct confrontation on Soba, you still wouldn't be able to win against me," Nene Kinokuni said coldly, staring at Satou with her red pupils, her tone indifferent, "I am not Eizan; even if you change the topic, your win rate is still zero."
"That's not necessarily true," Satou smiled, then brought up his dish.
It was a large pancake, pan-fried until fragrant, with some filling inside. Unlike Nene Kinokuni's elegant and refined dish, this dish looked much more rustic.
"Is this Jianbing Guozi?" Tadokoro Megumi and the others below the stage couldn't help but recall the Jianbing Guozi they made during the training camp.
"No, this is Soba Pancake," Satou smiled slightly, "It's filled with pork."
"It's just a common street snack from China," Nene Kinokuni said coldly, "I thought you would make something different."
"Please have a taste," Satou ignored the other party's mockery and said to the judges.
"Okay," The three judges did not hesitate, picked up the pancake, and took a bite.
As soon as they bit into the soft pancake, hot meat juice flowed out, and then a rich Soba flavor exploded on the judges' tongues!
The pupils of the three judges instantly constricted. In a trance, they seemed to see endless fields, lush Soba dancing in the breeze, and a farmhouse not far away, with a few pigs leisurely sunbathing.
The robust Soba flavor instantly struck the three judges.
"What a magnificent dish! With one bite, the strong Soba flavor, like the delicious meat juice, all surged out! It makes one think of vast lands!" Senzaemon Nakiri's underwear had already burst open unknowingly; his lower body was cool, and he closed his eyes, his face faintly showing excitement.
If Nene Kinokuni's dish was elegant and exquisite, like a sharp and beautiful samurai sword that kills invisibly, then Satou's dish was a heavy and solid shield. When the two collided, who would win?
"I've never tasted such a simple dish before, but although it's simple, it's close to nature and can move people's hearts," Gin Dojima also couldn't help but praise.
The three judges bit into the Soba pancakes in large mouthfuls, their faces full of satisfaction.
"This… is the transfer student really that amazing?"
"Senior Nene Kinokuni's dish didn't get an overwhelming victory?"
"How could this be?" The students below the stage were speechless for a moment.
Even Nene Kinokuni's pupils constricted, somewhat disbelieving!
"Then, please choose the winner, three judges!" Kawashima Rei said with a trembling voice.
The three judges all closed their eyes, clearly making a decision.
If Nene Kinokuni's dish was a sharp and beautiful samurai sword that kills invisibly, then Satou's dish was a heavy and solid shield. When the two collided, who would win?
Finally, Senzaemon Nakiri opened his eyes, having made a decision, and said in a deep voice, "I believe the winner is Satou!"
"I think so too," Gin Dojima followed closely.
"Me too!" Chapel also said.
The entire venue instantly fell silent!
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