Chapter 72: The Exploration of Saibajo Ichiro

The next day, early in the morning, the microphone in the Stone Room rang at half past five.

"Student Shi Ke, can you bring your kitchen knife to the kitchen downstairs?" Said Ichiro Pajo's voice.

"Eh? What's the matter?" Shi Ke, who got up ten minutes ago and is currently exercising, spoke Japanese with a northeast accent.

"Prepare breakfast. You are my employee, and you haven't resigned yet. ..., uh? Are you okay? Your accent has become weird."

"Yeah. No problem. Boss." Shi Ke rummaged through his kitchen utensils, picked a handful, and went downstairs.

When he got to the stairs, he happened to meet Xingping who was yawning and carrying the tool box downstairs.

"You too?" Shi Ke tapped the big knife on his shoulder.

"..., you too?" Xingping patted his knife box.

Shi Ke nodded.

Shike and Xingping walked into the kitchen on the first floor, only to find that Ichiro Pajo was wiping his knife, "Ah, you are here. Are you taking good care of your knife?"

"Of course. Last night, I did a good job of removing the whetstone smell from my kitchen knives."

"My kitchen knife doesn't need to be sharpened, just rub it. It will break faster if you sharpen it." Shi Ke stretched out his hand and flicked the big knife, making a buzzing sound.

"..., okay. OK. Although it's a bit abrupt,..., but let me see how much you two have grown?" Ichiro Saibajo changed his style of a second-hand man with a firm look in his eyes. He looked at the two of them. At this time, Saibajo Ichiro may be the real Saibajo Ichiro, that is, the handsome man called Shura.

"Let's have a long-lost culinary showdown!! Chuangzhen! Shi Ke, this is the first time I'm interested in a child's cooking skills other than Chuangzhen, you won't spoil my interest, right? ? Wandering chef, Shike!"

"..." Shi Ke touched his chin, thinking about it.

"..." Xingping was also stunned.

"It's been more than three months since I left home...how much have you grown now...or maybe you haven't grown at all...Let me verify it, Chuangzhen! As for Mr. Shi Ke, I'm just purely interested, It's okay if you don't agree."

Shi Ke didn't say a word, still rubbing his chin to consider.

"Hey... I came back to Japan so suddenly, and I proposed a duel right after I came back... Dad!" Xinghei thought for a while and laughed.

"Huh? What's the matter? Are you going to compare? Or not?" Saibajo Ichiro's eyes were sharp.

"Of course...it's time to fight!!" Xinghei opened the knife box and took out his own blade, and at the same time, the hand holding the knife tore off the headband on the other hand.

"Aren't you afraid of committing suicide by cutting your wrists with this action?" Shi Ke complained.

Xingping (_), "You curse me!"

"Mr. Shi Ke, what about you? A wandering master chef who suddenly appeared in the last three years. My nickname has been used to describe you by others, Seven Star Shura, a man with seven knives!"

"Oh...you found it?" Shi Ke was stunned for a moment.

After all, these things are only known to a few experts in the culinary world. Seven Stars Shura, this is a nickname that Shike got by relying on hard power in the World Food Organization WGO when he was wandering around. Food critics with lower levels are not clear about it.

"It's normal. When I go abroad again, I will naturally find acquaintances to give me the latest information, otherwise I will not be able to keep up with the times."

"However, to be clear, I didn't get the nickname Seven Star Shura, the second in middle school! It's just because my kitchen knife is called Seven Star Knife. As for why it is called Shura, it may be that I have defeated a lot of chefs." Shi The guest grinned, but was not at all interested in this nickname.

"You really look like me before."

"No! no! no! The chefs I defeated were defeated by counterattacks. I never took the initiative to challenge them. I didn't mess with them. They took the initiative to come to challenge them for the sake of fame. It's not as good as it is, and they clung to them. I just learned to cook everywhere, and I was praised by many masters. But, who knew that they would not be able to stand the blow and just give up on themselves?"

"Hmph... I'm the same as you. But you're right. A person who loses and gives up on himself can't be a chef. The last sentence, do you compare?" Saibajo Ichiro nodded.

"this..."

"Of course it's a competition!! I've wanted to compete with you for a long time! Accept it! Shike!" Xingping roared.

"..., alright." Shi Ke walked out of the kitchen.

"Where are you going?"

"You have to compare. I'll get the knife. I can't beat your father with this." Shi Ke walked up the stairs with the big knife.

After a while, Shi Ke, who didn't even bring a big knife, went downstairs with a box, and then took out a large piece of top-quality tofu from the box that he had eaten last time.

"Use tofu again. Where's your knife? You had a big knife just now, why don't you have one now?" Xingping turned around Shi Ke.

"The knife is enough." Shi Ke stretched out his hand, and a bamboo knife protruded from his sleeve and landed in his hand.

"Uh... Bamboo knives don't smell like iron, right? You said it last time."

"Yeah. You're a quick learner." Shi Ke smiled like a husky.

"But..., we haven't decided on a cooking theme yet. Are you sure you can use this tofu?" Xingping curled his lips.

"Tofu is omnipotent. You can eat it in the morning, at night, and at night. I'll figure out a way to use it, and you can control me!" Shi Ke retorted, (д).

Xingping was speechless.

"Okay, let's start. Inspector, what do you want to eat now?" Saibajo Ichiro called out of the kitchen.

"Inspector?" Shi Ke and Xingping looked at the kitchen door.

"Hehe... Is the love for competitions inherited? You father and son are really similar." Mrs. Wenxu appeared at the door with a smile.

"...He's not my father. The breed doesn't match, Mrs. Wenxu." Shi Ke pointed to Ichiro Saibajo.

"Ah! I was taken aback! Classmate Shi Ke, why are you here?"

"He asked me to come to the competition." Shi Ke curled his lips and rolled his eyes.

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"Sorry, Shiroichiro is still so unexpected as always." Mrs. Wenxu looked so tired, (w`;), "But last night... Chengichiro asked me to host this duel, I It was agreed on the spot, so I will host this duel."

"Oh...it's really worth seeing." There was a loincloth naked man Yisehui on the seat next to Mrs. Wenxu.

"Oh... I was shocked again!! When did you come?! Yishi, why did you appear here?!" Mrs. Wenxu was frightened again.

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"Hehe..., I just came back from the farm work in the morning..., but when I entered the dormitory, I could smell the smell of a duel." Yisehui rubbed his chin.

"Smell?" Xingping was dumbfounded.

"So sharp!!" Mrs. Wen Xu was also a little surprised.

"However, the number of judges must be an odd number, so Isshiki, you can only be an audience." Mrs. Wenxu said angrily.

It was a small blue-haired figure in pajamas that floated past the five of them, walked straight to the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk, as if no one was there.

"Tian...Tian Suo?" Xingping greeted.

"Huh? Strange? Good morning, Mr. Chuangzhen. Huh? Mr. Shike is here too... Good morning." Xiaohui turned her head, a pair of big dark circles hanging on her face, the whole person should be in a similar to The state of sleepwalking.

"Wow? What's wrong with you? The dark circles under your eyes are super serious!" Xingping was startled by her dark circles.

"It's not so serious if you haven't slept all night, right?" Shi Ke quarreled beside him.

"I can't sleep...I've been thinking about the trials, but now I'm getting nervous...haha..." Xiaohui explained what it means to be overly nervous.

"My God... the selection competition will not start for at least a month, right? You are so nervous now, what will you look like then?" Shi Ke's mouth twitched and he covered his face. problem.

"Ah... just right. Xiaohui, you come too." Mrs. Wenxu helped Xiaohui to the seat, after a little analysis, she settled on the topic, "Now the topic can be determined, I am old, and I can't eat too much in the morning Heavy food. And here is a child who has been up all night and is shaky, this..., the title is a dish that can cheer people up early in the morning. Make such a dish for us!!"

The three Shikes raised their eyebrows, and the corners of Nashiro Ichiro raised slightly, and Shike licked his lips lightly.

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"All the ingredients in this kitchen can be used, and the time limit is one hour. Those who decide what to cook should start doing it!! The timer starts!!"