Chapter 159 The most important thing in cooking is the mind

The dim lights in the store were dim.

Makes one feel drowsy.

Momota Kento is cooking.

He took out the 3A grade beef and put it on the chopping board, folded his hands and closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then suddenly opened his eyes.

Both hands quickly tapped on the beef.

The hand speed was so fast that it seemed like a phantom appeared.

“Wow—” Tsushima Shuji applauded the face.

Momota Xiandou didn’t look sideways, and wholeheartedly beat the beef in front of him.

But he couldn’t help but burst out laughing wildly.

Oh, you can see it, my hand, but it can be as famous as the legendary Taotian family’s secret skill – Momota Hundred Dozens.

Through extremely fast hand speed, hammering the meat about a hundred times per minute, repeated for four minutes, the meat quality will be improved to a higher level.

The original 3A meat will become softer and chewier after this hand.

Come and praise me.

“Do you see the reason for this?” Midorikawa, with black hair and hyacinth eyes, looked at the man who was beating the beef with his hands frantically, and then looked at Shuji Tsushima, who was applauding hard.

Momota Kento: Quick, explain to this layman! How rare is the technique I use.

He waited with anticipation for the boy to say his compliments to him.

“I don’t see it.” Tsushima Shuji spread his hands.

Momota Kento: ?

“After all, I’m not a professional chef.”

“I just watched him perform so hard, I’m sorry for not responding to him.” Tsushima Shuji lay lazily on the table and said.

Momota Kento: Oh, a layman.

So, how rare is my technique, you can’t see it at all? ! !

Momota Kento, who deeply felt that he was winking at the blind man, beat the beef fiercely.

When you lose, you will understand how ignorant you are!

He glanced at the man across from him.

However, he found that between the knife and the fall of the opponent’s hand, a fish had been cut into fillets.

“This is…” Momota Kento’s pupils dilated.

What a swift knife! What a tender disintegration!

At that speed, the fish didn’t realize that he was dead at all.

Could it be…

This is the legendary…

A gentle knife?

He watched the other party cut tofu, cut vegetables, put the pot, put water, and boil it.

Momota Kento: I was wrong, how could such an ordinary cooking skill have such a superb and amazing knife skills.

He poured oil and chopped veggies into the wok, fry it and set it aside.

Start frying the steak for ten seconds on each side, without the edges and corners falling.

Top the steak with a pre-prepared sauce and wrap it with a layer of ham and sautéed garnishes.

“You’re done.” He wiped his hands with the towel beside him.

“Come on, **** pinnacle – Momota’s Secret Wellington Steak.” He confidently picked up two plates and walked towards the two sitting beside him.

Out of the corner of the eye, he glanced at the man who was carrying bowls and plates in ordinary movements, his face full of disdain.

“How can I say it…the taste is really good.” Midorikawa took a sip and nodded honestly.

But…it doesn’t feel right…

“What a waste of these good materials.” Tsushima Shuji said sullenly.

Of course he knew what to say in order for these cooks to understand.

“Your arrogance completely ruined the deliciousness of the ingredients.” The boy sighed as if feeling extremely regretful.

“What…” Momota Kento was shocked.

“Well, come and try my tofu and kelp fish soup.” Amuro came over with the soup bowl.

Very waiter attitude.

“This feeling…” Green Chuan took a sip and fell into thought.

Is it no different from what Zero did at Tsushima Apartment?

“As expected of Tou-kun, it’s delicious as always.” Tsushima Shuji gave great praise.

“Impossible! I don’t believe it!” Momota Xiandou said loudly.

He picked up a bowl of soup and drank it without worrying about being scalded.

Tsushima Shuji raised his chin and looked at him.

Momota Kento: Ah…what’s the matter with this comfortable, airy feeling…

is natural…

is freedom…

It feels as soft and fluffy as stepping on a cloud.

Forget all troubles.

Everything angry or sad.

“I see.” He suddenly lowered his head.

“Indeed, I was so arrogant that I forgot that there was someone outside…”

“This Mr. Toru’s cooking… is something I can’t catch up with in my life.”

“Cooking that makes you forget your troubles…”

“As expected, it is the ghost of the halberd-eating ghost in urban legends…”

“Rather than a ghost…I would rather call you…the Buddha who eats halberds.” Momota Xianto looked like a monk who could see through the world, his eyes were calm and without desire.

“This time cooking, I lost.”

“I’m convinced that I lost.” He closed his eyes and lowered his head.

“Then, Momota Restaurant is ours.” Tsushima Shuji put away the contract on the table.

“Of course, it’s my pleasure.”

“From now on, you are my target in cooking…” Momota Kento looked like he had found his target.

Toru Amuro: …but I’m not a cook?

Seeing the three figures leaving, Momota Xianto watched their backs.

“As expected of a ghost eating halberd, such strength…”

“It’s not wrong for me to lose.”

Since everyone else has said so…

Is it okay for him to say that?

…

“Very good, then the next target is…” Tsushima Shuji took out a small notebook and looked at the targets listed above.

After Momota Kento’s name

“Forgive me, Kaa.” Amuro said helplessly.

Is your revenge so strong? You have arranged a few halberd meals for me, are you still not satisfied?

I am very busy!

Otherwise, why would those cooks think they would eat halberds with them in the middle of the night!

Because I’m busy with work during the day!

Scotland looked at his friend with a numb face and sighed helplessly.

When you did that at Nagato’s house, you should have known that Kaa would take revenge, Zero.

“Only the last game is left, Tou-kun will definitely be able to do it.” Tsushima Shuji raised the small book in his hand and pointed to the last row to signal the other party to look.

“This is…” Amuro’s face was numb.

“Are you serious?” His tone was also weak.

“Hmm.” Tsushima Shuji nodded.

Toru Amuro:…

…

The next day, Momota Kento’s restaurant welcomed a variety of people.

“How’s it going? Win or lose?”

“What does that halberd-eating ghost look like?”

“Do you remember the game?”

Facing these questions, Momota Xianto was silent for a moment, and then shook his head deeply.

“do not know.”

“When I regained my consciousness~www.readmtl.com~ I only vaguely remembered that I had a halberd with an existence, and then lost to the other party…”

“I don’t remember the other person’s appearance and name. The magic is, but I remember the feeling that I have after tasting the other person’s food…”

“Like the clouds, fluttering like a fairy, forgetting all your troubles…” His tone was full of memories.

“That’s right.” The people who asked the question were satisfied.

“Sure enough, it is indeed a ghost eating halberd.” They said in unison.

“Yeah.” Momota Kento agreed.

The atmosphere was extremely friendly.

If you don’t tell me, no one knows that we lost to an ordinary young man who doesn’t even have the level of a cook.

We lost to the ghost eaters with amazing cooking skills in urban legends!