Chapter 1081

Ichio Nozawa caught the two salmon left in the aquarium, slaughtered them, cleaned them up, and sat down with them.

Yang Song sat still and watched quietly.

He doesn't like some chefs nagging about endless stinks.

The sashimi at the beginning remained unchanged and was salted by him.

The remaining two salmon were fixed by Ichio Nozawa's head and tail and sliced with an oblique knife.

The sliced fish is extremely thin and can penetrate light like water.

The pink fish meat is cut into the most exquisite and gorgeous cloth, which is thinner than paper.

It vaguely reminds people of mackerel yarn.

The two salmon were cut into gauzy fillets, then rolled up like a towel, cut and placed on the plate, like pink flowers one after another.

At first, the salmon sashimi was disassembled into more exquisite petals and put in full bloom.

There are flowers in the flowers. They are beautiful and dazzling.

Ichio Nozawa sprinkled a mysterious sauce on it.

Three seconds later, the flower was more beautiful.

"Yan Guan Qunfang!" Yoshio Nozawa proudly asked someone to send the dishes to the judges: "this is my latest research on raw fish. It's my favorite work. I've never done it in public. It's really a cow's knife to kill a chicken against you this time."

Yang Song: "you really like our Chinese old saying. I'll praise you, but you still lose in the end. You have to get used to it."

"Why should I lose?"

"Because I want to win."

The reason is simple.

Don't bring Yoshio Nozawa's food into the small black house.

There are only two contestants, and the judges can taste them and then select the scores.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed.

The judges didn't give a score and asked the waitress to send out the plate.

What Yang Song sent in was a huge white porcelain plate without ornament and food. Even the cucumbers used for accessories were eaten clean.

The five small plates that Ichio Nozawa sent in were also eaten cleanly. Unlike Yang Song's, there were still some traces of sauce on his plate.

"You didn't put the sauce?" Yeze Yixiong stared at Yang Song's big plate and said in shock.

Yang Song said, "I'll let it go."

"You're crazy to make sashimi without sauce, aren't you?" Ichio Nozawa is crazy.

Yang Song added, "I put the sauce."

"Why don't you put sauce? Do you not know what the essence of raw fish is, even sauce?"

Yang Song threw a cucumber at him: "I put sauce."

It's just that the judges ate too clean to see it.

The five judges came out and just heard this. They couldn't help touching their noses together.

They didn't deliberately eat so clean water. They couldn't help it.

You may not know that judges are usually reserved. They usually don't eat the dishes that need to be evaluated so clean.

It's about face.

"Well, what did you say?" Yoshio Nozawa's Chinese strength has improved rapidly. Now he basically doesn't need to translate at any time.

He has had barrier free communication with Yang Song today.

"Brother Song said he put the sauce!" The audience couldn't stand it. Let's shout together.

"Did you put the sauce?" Ichio Nozawa didn't believe it: "this plate is so clean. Where has the sauce gone?"

Yang Song looked at the judges and smiled politely.

The judge coughed: "don't talk nonsense. Now start showing the scores."

Still, each judge has a very strict system.

They had scored in the dark room before, and the notes were put in transparent boxes.

I came out now to announce the score.

Two cheongsam ladies came out to sing.

Paper No. 1 records Yang Song's score, and Paper No. 2 records Ichio Nozawa.

Cheongsam little sister, one in Chinese and one in Ho Mandarin.

Bilingual, make sure you understand everything you can understand.

I don't understand the subtitle group of the complaint video.

"Ichio Nozawa, nine points."

Ichio Nozawa immediately tilted his thumb at Yang Song.

"Ichio Nozawa, nine points."

He put up his little thumb at Yang Song again, and this time he put up two.

"Yang Song, very."

Yoshio Nozawa just put down his little thumb in silence.

"Yang Song, very."

Yoshio Nozawa's face turned red in disbelief, as if he was constipated.

"Yang Song, very."

Yoshio Nozawa's breathing was blocked. He even needed to hold the stove before he didn't fall down.

Yang Song: "find someone to help him sit down."

"You can't!" Yoshio Nozawa patted the table and stood up: "only three tenths, and I still have three scores not announced."

"Read the ticket quickly!"

The little sister in cheongsam was a little embarrassed. Yang Song said, "it seems that it's okay to be so angry. Then go on. I hope he can afford to lose."

Too many people lost to Yang Song in this challenge arena.

If someone fails, he can shake hands with Yang Song with a smile or bow with a cry.

There were also those who shouted abuse and were thrown out of the food street.

Yang Song said, "I'm looking forward to your response. Come on!"

He even encouraged Ichio Nozawa.

The little sister in cheongsam was encouraged and touched out a note: "Yang Song, very much!"

Ichio Nozawa held the stove firmly and did not move.

Here comes another little note.

"Yang Song, very!"

All, five tenths.

The full score in the legend seems to be expected to appear so unprepared.

Ichio Nozawa clutched the stove with greater strength.

"Keep reading!"

"Ichio Nozawa, eight points."

"Ichio Nozawa, nine points."

"Yoshio Nozawa, seven points."

Bang Dang!

Yoshio Nozawa couldn't hold on. He fell to the ground and looked very white.

He lost——

Why did he lose?

How did you lose?

"You have finished my cooking. Why?"

The judges not only ate up Yang Song's food, but also his food.

Although he put a little more sashimi sauce.

The food was not as clean as Yang Song's plate, but the judges ate it up.

"Why don't I have any? Why are I eight points less than this boy?"

This sound of questioning is like the second female of Bangzi country questioning the male Lord "why don't you love me".

The judges hesitated to tell Yoshio Nozawa the truth.

"If you don't make it clear today, you don't want to go!" Ichio Nozawa: "I must know why I lost to this boy. It's fish, fish!"

He has no reason to lose.

Judge No. 1 said: "Mr. yeze, we understand your mood very much, but we can only tell that your sashimi is really not as delicious as chef Yang's sashimi."

"Impossible!" Ichio Nozawa doesn't believe 10000.

"What's impossible?" Judge No. 2 is an acute child: "your fish is not as good as others, your creativity is not as good as others, your knife work is not as good as others, and even your sauce is not as good as others. How can you win? It's not clear that you will lose?"

Yoshio Nozawa, holding his hands on the ground, got up and glared: "you say my fish is not as good as him?"