Chapter 1038

"The dishes we tasted before were made by experienced experts. Depending on your level, they are pretty good among students, but outside, they are just ordinary. You can only eat at a restaurant like this. I'm just a little chef in an ordinary second-rate Thai restaurant, how high do you want us to rate you?"

"But...but..." Naoki Ito wanted to continue to say something, but he saw a judge next to him waving his hands impatiently, "The result has been decided, let's get down quickly."

"Okay, who's next?"

Ito Naoki walked away with a livid face. The gap between psychology and reality was so big that he felt like he was being played.

Looking at the pale back of the pioneer who was about to burn out, the players in the audience couldn't help but become nervous.

"These judges... their requirements are too high!"

"I thought the score given to Sento Zhijie was low, but compared to that shady uncle, his score was actually quite high!"

"Isn't one point higher considered higher?"

"Forget it, we are all on the same starting line anyway, it will be great if we can be in the top four in the end!" Some students take the scores very lightly, like being chased by a grizzly bear in the forest, you can't outrun it. Grizzly bears don't actually matter, as long as you can outrun the people walking next to you.

Just as the contestants came on stage one by one, and each one came out with blood-colored scores, the atmosphere of the venue slowly changed. The sound of nervous heartbeats and even breathing were extremely clear in the quiet and eerie atmosphere.

Naoki Ito, who had a grimace in the audience and accepted comfort from his friends, even felt that with his 23 points, he seemed to have the potential to hit the top four...

There's no way, you'll know just by looking at the next score.

"Twelve points!" A girl holding curry fish head almost cried when she saw the score. Isekhui, who was standing next to the judges' table, quickly stepped forward to comfort her and took the girl off the court.

"Eighteen points!" A tall man's eyes darkened after seeing such a score.

"Seven points!" Even single-digit scores came out!

"Twenty points!"

The degree of completion of every dish was very high... but no one got more than 40 points, so much so that Qian Tao Zhijie on the stage complained to Isshiki Hui, "Isn't it possible that there weren't even 50 points in the end? "

"Ah... please wait a little longer." Isekhui looked at the figure below who was still carefully cooking.

The harsh to almost harsh grading process is still going on.

Qianta Zhijie lay on the table boredly before serving the next dish. This time she did not talk to Isekhui, but chatted with several judges next to her, "What do you think the highest score here is? "

"Well..." The fat uncle judge thought for a moment, "Those students who have performed very well have not come up yet. I think they should be able to reach about 90%."

"Ninety points?" The bespectacled food writer next to him chuckled. "The highest score in the past few years was only over eighty points."

"Really?" the uncle judge said in surprise. This was the first time he was invited to be a judge for the autumn selection of Totsuki Academy. "Then I don't know."

Naturally, the audience in the audience could not hear the chat between the judges. They could only see the frightened students going up one by one, and then coming down with grimaces with pitifully low scores. Sitting in the audience, I felt sorry for those players.

Even some students on the edge of the fall selection list are thankful that they were not selected. If people like these on the stage were to be teased again, it would be better to sit down and watch the jokes and have fun!

Just like that... After reviewing the dishes of more than a dozen students, the highest score on the field was actually Naoki Ito's poor 23 points!

"Finally done." Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief after putting the curry on a plate and covering it with a thermal lid. He seemed to be the last one to finish it.

Since most people finished cooking earlier and ahead of the judges' scoring time, Yang Ming had to speed up in the end. But when he finished, he discovered that there were still more than ten minutes left before the three-hour time limit. Woolen cloth!

Why are these people in a hurry... Instead of rushing up to get an extremely low score, it is better to carefully consider each step below and strive for excellence, so that the score you get will be higher no matter what. A bunch of people are in their teens and twenties, don't you think it's embarrassing for Yueyue?

After finishing his cooking, Yang Ming waved to a referee and received a number plate, which was the order of scoring. He looked at it, and as expected, he was the last one.

It was still early for him to go up, so he was not in a hurry. Just like Alice Nakiri over there, he crossed his hands and quietly watched other contestants go up to die...

Unfortunately, the distance between him and Alice Nakiri was too far, and he didn't know the students around him, so he had no choice but to complain silently down there.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this potato and beef curry... can it get twenty points? Fifteen points are worth it, right?"

"Hey, this fried rice looks pretty good, but it seems that the heat is a bit too high. Ten points? Oops, it's only eight points. It seems I'm too merciful."

Putting himself into the role of a judge, Yang Ming complained endlessly below.

If someone could hear his voice, they might be able to beat him up...

"Then, the next dish is -" The host on the stage held the order card prepared by the staff and was about to read the name when a stench suddenly hit him, choking him and making him cough repeatedly.

"Ugh...it stinks!"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh they stink!"

"It's just as smelly as ten times concentrated stinky ditch water!"

The lethality of the stench spread to the audience, and bursts of wailing broke out. Everyone covered their noses, trying to see what was causing the stench, but they soon discovered that it was not possible at all. Can't do it!

Because the smell is so bad that it hurts your eyes!

"Let me choke..." Yang Ming also pinched his nose and looked unhappy, "Fortunately, I have closed the lid. If this smell attaches to my food, it will be a big pollution!"

She glanced at Alice Nakiri, but she didn't expect that the other person was also looking at her. The two looked at each other. Yang Ming looked at the proud look in the other person's eyes and really wanted to punch her.

"Why is this idiot wearing a gas mask while cooking!" Alice Nakiri's mouth and nose were sealed by a professional gas mask, and she looked around triumphantly while everyone was in mourning.

At the judges' table, the girl named Sadatsuka Nao didn't seem to hear the audience's call for her to get out. She smiled sinisterly and introduced to the judges: "This is my special one - "Jet Black Lassa Curry" ”. "