Frost Wings

Pop, pop, pop.

The official sat down on the ground dumbfounded, and Xianzaemon looked in the direction of the applause, and a medium-sized square-faced old man with a long beard appeared there with a bunch of entourage.

Senzaemon was shocked: "Mr. President."

There was a commotion from the crowd, and at this time, he appeared on the pier. It was actually the current president of Hua Gaiguo. He strode forward and grabbed Xianzaemon's palm enthusiastically.

The corner of Xianzaemon's mouth twitched. If in the past, shaking hands with the president of the world's most powerful country might have excited him, but now the Demon King of Eating is already at peace.

He has long heard that the president has made stupefying moves in the past few months, the combined fleet has repeatedly lost troops, the Huazhou communication has collapsed, and the local self-government power of Huagai has been further strengthened. Appears to shrink even more.

At this time, the president held Senzaemon's hand with a smile on his face: "Oh~ Mr. Nakiri, you really have great determination and courage. Human beings are at this juncture of life and death, and people like you who dare to act are simply human beings. lucky."

"You've won the prize, Mr. President." Senzaemon nodded humbly.

"It's not a prize, your courage is better than these useless bureaucrats." President Hua Gaiguo glared at the earth-colored petty official, and continued: "It is also better than the cowards in the federation, who retreated after only two defeats. ."

Failed twice.

Senzaemon was speechless, thinking that these two battles were the entire resistance force of the entire Huagai country. Now that communications have been damaged so badly and technology has regressed, the third attack will not be organized until the year of the monkey.

Centrifugalism in various places began to sprout, the impact of the disconnection of communication began to ferment, and the organizational power of human beings will only become weaker in the future.

Want to beat the aliens with Boer War-era organization? Just kidding.

Senzaemon went straight to the topic: "Mr. President, you are here for."

"It's to say goodbye to the warriors." The president laughed: "Mr. Nakiri, every attempt has a special meaning, and I hereby wish you the best of luck."

Senzaemon nodded, he was a little grateful, but also had a tragic feeling: "Mr. President, this old man will do his best for mankind."

"On behalf of humanity, I thank you, Mr. Nakiri."

After being hypocritical and polite, the President of the United States took out the real stamp, a batch of expensive materials, including gold, ingredients and weapons. Senzaemon thanked the president, and with a kind of tragic and solemn struggle for the fate of mankind, sailed away. up the coast.

The president watched the broken ship leave the coast for a long time before turning around and asking, "Has Mr. Morris aboard?"

"Yes, Mr. President, there are people from the security bureau in this shipping company. Although the time is urgent, everything has been arranged."

"Then... what about that? Yes, that's what I meant."

"Everything is ready, and half of Tokyo can be wiped off the earth in an instant." The head of the security bureau raised his glasses: "Director Morris himself is on it, as long as the alien doesn't notice... As long as Guarantee this premise, everything will be fine.”

"I don't believe that this alien really has no weaknesses and is omnipotent." The president gritted his teeth: "The coward of the Commonwealth gave up the fight after only two defeats. How could this insatiable alien stop aggression? The pace? In any case, we have to give this alien a look and let him know who is the master of the earth."

"Mr. President, please rest assured that Director Morris has prepared a complete plan, if it still fails..." The head of the security bureau wiggled his lips a few times, and finally sighed and shook his head.

The president's gnashing face became calm with the tone of the head of the security bureau, and then he looked a little dignified: "If it still doesn't work, this is probably the end of mankind."

...

Nakiri Senzaemon did not know that a small high-yield nuclear bomb had unknowingly mixed in his ship. At this moment, he was nervously teaching the students' homework. The resources provided by President Hanagai partially solved his urgent needs. On board, at least, they have plenty of time to polish their culinary skills with lots of expensive and delicate materials.

Since Totsuki's teachers had already collapsed, and there were not many teachers on board, Senzaemon was also happy to go into battle in person.

Since the whole group moved out of Toyo, Togetsu was forced to stop schoolwork under the pressure of reality. At this time, schoolwork was resumed, and Senzaemon reluctantly found that most of these students' skills showed a state of regression.

The subject was a relatively simple aroma-scented mutton dish, and Senzaemon felt anxious and helpless when he saw the pride of Togetsu Academy when even a lamb chop would burn.

Of course, he understood why the skills of these students would decline.

Yuanyue's training model was originally a training with money, and the students educated were to a large extent the flowers in the greenhouse. It is not surprising that advanced cooking requires a considerable degree of luxury.

It is undoubtedly the environment that makes these Togetsu students regress. In the past few months, there has not been a good environment like Togetsu Academy to make them progress. On the contrary, most of the students are faced with an environment that makes them collapse—— Dirty kitchens, completely untouched ingredients, tasteless diners, and poor economic conditions put them under pressure to survive.

After tasting a sip of the lamb chops that were brought to him, Senzaemon felt the aroma in his mouth, and he felt relieved for a while, and then his brows furrowed tightly.

"Guo... it really is a step backward..." Si Yingshi looked at Xianzaemon's expression, his spirit collapsed immediately, his face was full of depression and discouragement: "Master Principal, I... I am Have I regressed a lot?"

This talented chef has some social barriers, and it is easy to fall into self-doubt. After several months of wandering, this problem does not seem to improve, which makes Senzaemon sigh.

High-grade porcelain that has lost its maintenance will only be smashed to pieces in a more cruel environment.

"What should be asked is how much of your level is left." Senzaemon shook his head: "Well, but it's okay, Si Yingshi, I'm very surprised that you can maintain such a level, and I don't want to criticize it. You, look at the classmate Ji Zhiguo next to her, hers is already mushy."

Si Yingshi glanced at Ji Zhiguo, who had a calm expression. Ning Ning threw a black piece of meat on the plate, and his spirit was even more broken: "This kind of evaluation is already equivalent to the end, ah ah ah! Sure enough, I am already a waste. Ahhhh~"

"Alas!" Xianzaemon just wanted to say something when he put down the plate in his hand, when a burst of collapsed shouts suddenly came from the side: "No vanilla, not even nutmeg, aromatherapy? Hell aromatherapy? Everything stinks! Rotten! Meaningless! Our cooking doesn't make any sense!"

The light-haired boy frantically overturned all the kitchen utensils on the kitchen table, and then lay on the ground and breathed in pain. Xianzaemon looked at the boy and sighed even more.

If it is said that which student in the academy has been hit the hardest during this period of time, it is probably this one. In the past four months, let alone decent spices, I am afraid that even decent ingredients have never appeared.

Senzaemon looked at the 'finished product' that was smelled weird by the chaotic aroma on the ground, and sighed secretly. If it was Totsuki before, it would not be surprising to be fired at such a level.

But it's not the mediocre students who are destined to be expelled, but the top ten candidates who have just won the championship last semester, and the darlings who have the "smell of God".

Xianzaemon's gaze swept across the gaunt-faced students, watching these heavenly heroes bow their heads one by one under his line of sight, a sadness entangled in Xianzaemon's heart, he was not sad for the students decline, which is to be expected.

Rather, it is sad that these students have lost another very important thing.

He wanted to say something, and a hooded teenager patted the table and stood up:

"It's so ugly, Ye Shanliang, the **** who defeated this uncle shouldn't be such a jerk, stand up for me!" Heimu Yangliang shouted: "How come you have only become a few months without seeing you? This kind of waste is simply humiliating for this uncle!"

"What do you know, you savage? The world is over! There will never be a time for chefs like us!" Ye Shanliang retorted with blood-red eyes, "How could you possibly experience this feeling when you are wandering around in the wild every day? The world of cooks is over, it's useless! Everything is useless! These people who are struggling to survive only care about filling their stomachs. As long as the aliens are still attacking, the meaning of our existence is only rough processing of feed Just migrant workers."

He shouted hysterically: "Do you really take that alien pastime seriously? Do you understand the alien's taste buds? Do you understand his way of thinking? You're just dreaming of saving the planet? It's ridiculous. Bar."

"If it's useless, what are you doing on the boat? Why don't you roll down with your tail between your legs?" Heimu Yangliang scolded angrily.

"Run, Run is still in Tokyo, I have to go back, I have to go back." Ye Shanliang murmured, his expression seemed to calm down, but he looked blank.

A wordless sadness permeated the cabin, and most of the students fell silent, and most of them chose to return to Tokyo for the same reason.

"Cowardly, there is a 10,000 chance that this kind of thing can't be given up. Sure enough, to save the world, I still need someone like this uncle. It's a fool's dream to expect you to save that woman Alice." Mu Yangliang stared at a group of dejected students for a while, and slammed the fragrant plate on the table in front of Xianzaemon: "Old man, give this uncle a full score!"

"Well, don't be dry." Senzaemon looked at the huge leg of lamb on the plate, the aroma emanating made his eyes light up, and the shriveled muscles seemed to swell with the inhalation of the aroma, and the surface of the body seemed to swell. The clothes are so pampered that they seem to be cracked at any time.

The old man was so blessed that he didn't use a knife and fork, he directly reached out and grabbed the mutton leg bone, bit the leg meat with his teeth and pulled it hard. The clothes made violent noises.

"Hahaha! Look, what kind of environment, what ingredients, and spices are all excuses for incompetent people!" Heimu Yangliang crossed his hips and laughed loudly: "Why hasn't this uncle's level regressed, but you have all become If you look like a waste, I will give you a good reflection on this uncle!"

"That's right, classmate Yangliang Kuroki." The old man held the leg of mutton: "The fine knife work along the muscle fibers did not destroy the chewiness of the mutton at all. The taste and texture of it are completely brought out, uh~ You also specially picked a wild goat with a strong taste, it seems that your level of identifying ingredients is still so sharp."

"Of course, don't look at who the uncle is. How can such a trivial matter be difficult to live with the uncle? Old man, look at these rubbish, is there anyone who can beat the uncle?" Heimu Yang Liang laughed. Laugh, very proud.

"Ah~ that's not necessarily true." Nakiri Xianzaemon put down the bone stick in his hand, hiccups first, and opened his eyes quite contentedly. He looked at Kuroki Yang Liang, and was quite relieved Yes, not only did some students ensure the standard during the ordeal, but also because of Heimu Yangliang's performance, it opened up new ideas for him: "Classmate Liang, as far as I know, when you were in Huagaiguo, you did not I didn't choose to find a job and integrate into the community, but went to the wild to practice cultivation alone, which is probably the reason why you can maintain your standard."

"So what?" Heimu Yangliang raised his eyebrows: "Old man, do you want to use this as a reason to lose my full marks?"

After hearing this, the other students escaped a little bit from the haze of being hit, and thought to themselves that what they said really made sense. Heimu Yangliang's personality is usually like a savage, and he often haunts the wild. At this time, he is still practicing in the wild when he arrives in Huagai, which means that the harsh social environment has no effect on him, and it makes sense to maintain his level. .

How can a normal person compare to a savage? They consoled themselves.

Senzaemon said: "I didn't mean that, classmate Ryo, but it suddenly occurred to me that most of everyone's regression is due to the environment. Most of the students in the academy came from a family of cooking and are used to high-end cooking. It is also to be expected that the environment in the past few months could not be adapted. As your teacher, I can fully understand ~www.wuxiahere.com~ a group of students breathed a sigh of relief and felt better.

"But..." The students' attention was raised once again when they heard Xianzaemon's words.

"Is this kind of environment that we can't adapt to at all? I don't think so. The style of classmate Heimu Yangliang looks a little weird, but he has found a way, so I think there will be students who can adapt to this kind of environment. Right." Xianzaemon said.

how is this possible? Only low-level cooks who are happy to make common people's dishes can adapt to it.

Some students complained in their hearts, but a few students thought of something, and suddenly turned their eyes to the corner of the cabin, where another strong aroma drifted outward from that corner, as if visible light was released from the pot. come out. The eyes of the owner of the countless lines of sight in the cabin have enlarged.

"So, the rating isn't over yet, cool, don't be too confident." The red spiky-haired boy with a hood came out of the fragrant smoke, facing Heimu Yangliang's unhappy gaze, put his hand in his hand. He placed his plate on the smiling Nakiri Senzaemon table table, with a very serious expression: "Fortunately, Herb Smoked Lamb Chops, please taste."