【Chapter 047】

Shokugeki between Shijun and the former eighth seat Kuga Terunori.

Hōjō Miyoko, who loved Chinese cuisine, naturally watched the whole battle. Shijun's casualness in cooking process managed to impress her and regard him as the forefront in Chinese Cuisine at Totsuki Academy.

Especially the scene of cutting tofu in mid-air made her extremely shocked. She was familiar with Chinese cuisine, and she knew that a delicate and soft tofu hadn't had much weight in mid-air.

However, the other party used an unimaginable speed to neatly cut it into countless small squares. Every size was exactly the same.

Hōjō Miyoko had never seen a chef did this. Because of her family patriarchal ideology, she who had been neglected in Chinese restaurants felt that she has found a shortcut to improve her cooking level.

Join the new Chinese Cuisine Research Society and learn alongside Shijun. Only in this way she could become stronger quickly.

Hōjō Miyoko had a tough personality, even stronger than boys in many ways. For example, her amazing wrist strength showed an amazing "backhand dunks" in basketball.

But in front of Shijun, she seemed a little reserved and uneasy. Especially after hearing the requirements for the entrance examination, she immediately showed 12 points of motivation.

Hōjō Miyoko decided to make [Stir-fry Chicken with Bamboo Shoots]. A classic in Fujian dish.

This dish was testing the cook's knife skill. The winter bamboo shoots must be cut into 5cm-long sections, then cut into paper-thin pieces, and finally cut into filaments.

Shijun's eyes lit up looking at the busy Hōjō Miyoko with interest. The other party's basic skills were very solid, and she also had a deep understanding of Chinese cuisine.

This is a rare talent.

Shijun made a preliminary judgment just by looking at the knife skills of the other party cutting winter bamboo shoots.

Steady, balanced, fast!

Delicate shredded winter bamboo shoots piled up quickly on the plate. Uniormed in thickness adn moderate in lenght. Shijun nodded with satisfaction.

The practice of [Stir-fry Chicken with Bamboo Shoots] was actually very simple.

Chop chicken breast and pork fat into thin slices, add eggs, starch, etc. and stir well.

Then, together with the shredded winter bamboo shoots that have been oiled, fry for two or five minutes.

Hōjō Miyoko moved quickly with precision. Not long after, a plate of exquisite [Stir-fry Chicken with Bamboo Shoots] appeared in front of Shijun.

Just looking at the appearance, Shihun scored 70 in his heart, barely passing. But after eating the other party's food, he couldn't help but frowning.

Seeing the other party frown, Hōjō Miyoko's heart sank, and she pretended to be calm and asked, "What? What's wrong with my dish?"

Shijun smiled and said, "You haven't been to China, have you?"

Hōjō Miyoko nodded subconsciously.

"No wonder... it seems that your knowledge based on hearsay, Fujian cuisine focuses on lightness and freshness, so you deliberately pursue the crispness of this dish, thereby ignoring the essence."

"This dish is refreshing but there are no fragrance at all. It lacks the elasticity that chicken breast and pork fat should have, and the quality can only be considered passable at best."

Shijun put down his chopsticks and pointed out the shortcomings of the other party's dish.

"What if I haven't been to China? I've made this dish countless times and every step of it is made strictly according to the family recipe, and there will be absolutely no mistakes."

Hōjō Miyoko really admires Shijun's cooking skills. However, in the eyes of the other party, the dishes made with care were only barely passable. How could she who has always been proud accept it.

"Family recipes? What's the use of that stuff? A qualified chef does not rely on recipes for cooking but requires careful experience."

"The ingredients we face every day, even if they are of the same type, will have subtle differences. If we can't understand them carefully, how can we maximize their value?"

"For example, the chicken breast, pork fat and ham in this dish, you don't show their deliciousness at all."

Facing the rare talent of Chinese cuisine, Shijun patiently explained to the girl in front for the first time.

Tadokoro Megumi was taking notes with a notebook, and she always learned a lot from Shijun.

"Can you accurately distinguish each ingredient?" Hōjō Miyoko didn't believe it, she felt that Shijun was exaggerating a bit.

"Heh~ It seems that I don't show my hands, it's hard for you to believe me."

Shijun got up and came to the edge of the cooking table.

"Is the new eighth seat going to show the cooking skills in person?"

"Today can be considered a feast for the eyes. I didn't get the chance last time, but I regretted it for a long time!"

"I wonder if Shijun's cooking skills are as good as in the rumor?"

"..."

There was a commotion in the cooking room, and everyone was staring at the cooking table.

Shijun got his hands on it.

The movements were still smooth, as if every step had been practiced. Hōjō Miyoko quickly forgot the unhappiness just now, and stared at Shijun who was swinging the kitchen knife up and down quickly.

Shijun who cooks at the moment was particularly handsome in her eyes.

'Whoom~~~'

Turn on the fire, heat the oil, and let the winter bamboo shoots go!

'chachacha~'

The meat paste mixed with chicken, pork, and ham was poured into the oil pan and stir-fried together with the thin-as-silk shredded winter bamboo shoots.

In an instant, a strong aroma filled the entire cooking room.

"How is that possible? With such a big fire and the shredded winter bamboo shoots are so thin, isn't he afraid of being fried?"

"The stir frying speed is so fast, I can't see anything except the fire and the sound of cooking!"

"You're not the only one, I can't see it clearly either, but Shijun looks amazing"

"...

Hōjō Miyoko's beautiful eyes flashed, and she began to look forward for the other party's dish.

"Come on, try it!"

At this time, Shiun came to Hōjō Miyoko with the plate.