Chapter 159 The most important thing in cooking is the mind
The dim lights inside the store were dim.
It makes people feel drowsy.
Momota Kento is cooking.
He took out the piece of grade 3a beef and placed it on the chopping board, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Then suddenly he opened his eyes.
Both hands quickly struck the beef.
His hand speed was so fast that it seemed like a phantom appeared.
"Wow——" Tsushima Shuji applauded Mianzi.
Momota Kendou didn't look sideways and focused on beating the beef in front of him.
But he couldn't help but laugh wildly in his heart.
Oh, you see, my hand is as famous as the legendary Momota family's secret skill - Momota Hundred Strikes.
By using extremely fast hand speed, hammering the meat about a hundred times per minute, and repeating it for four minutes, the quality of the meat will be improved to the next level.
The original 3a meat will become softer and chewier after this treatment.
Come on, praise me.
"Do you see the principle behind this?" The black-haired and phoenix-eyed Midorikawa Mu looked at the man who was beating the beef frantically with his hands, and then looked at Tsushima Shuji who was applauding vigorously.
Momota Kento: Quick, explain to this layman! How rare is the technique I used?
He waited expectantly for the young man to praise him.
"I didn't see it," Tsushima Shuji said, spreading his hands.
Momota Kento:?
"After all, I'm not a professional chef."
"I just saw that he was performing so hard, and I was embarrassed not to respond to him." Shuji Tsushima said lazily, lying on the table.
Momota Kento: Oh, I am a layman.
So, you can’t even see how rare my technique is?!!!
Momota Kento, who felt deeply that he was being flirtatious to a blind man, beat the beef fiercely.
When you lose, you will understand how ignorant you are!
He glanced at the man opposite.
However, he found that a fish had been cut into fillets when the opponent raised his knife and dropped it.
"This is..." Momota Kento's pupils dilated.
What swift sword skills! What gentle disintegration!
At that speed, the fish didn't even realize it was dead.
Could it be...
This is the legendary...
A gentle knife?
He watched the other party cut tofu and vegetables, put it in the pot, add water, and start boiling.
Momota Kento: I misunderstood. How could such ordinary cooking skills have such superb and amazing knife skills?
He poured oil and chopped garnishes into the pot, fried them and put them aside.
Start frying the steak for ten seconds each on the upper and lower sides, and the edges and corners should not fall down.
Then pour the steak with the prepared sauce and wrap it with a layer of ham and fried side dishes.
"Done." He wiped his hands with the towel on the side.
"Come and taste my masterpiece - Momota's secret steak Wellington." He confidently picked up the two plates and walked towards the two people sitting beside him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the man who was loading bowls and plates with ordinary movements, his face full of disdain.
"How can I put it...it tastes really good." Midorikawa took a sip and nodded honestly.
But... something feels wrong...
"What a waste of these good materials." Tsushima Shuji said softly.
He certainly knows what to say to make these cooks understand.
"Your arrogance has completely destroyed the deliciousness of the ingredients." The young man sighed as if he felt extremely regretful.
"What..." Momota Kento was shocked and turned pale.
"Well, come and try my tofu, kelp and fish fillet soup, too." Toru Amuro walked over with a soup bowl.
Very much like a waiter.
"This feeling..." Midorikawa took a sip and fell into thinking.
It’s no different from what Rei did at Tsushima Apartment, right?
"As expected of Toru-kun, it's as delicious as ever." Shuji Tsushima gave him great praise.
"Impossible! I don't believe it!" Momota Kento said loudly.
He picked up a bowl of soup and drank it in one gulp without worrying about being burned.
Shuji Tsushima propped his chin and looked at him.
Momota Kento: Ah...what's this comfortable, swaying feeling...
It's nature...
It's freedom...
It feels as soft and light as if you are stepping on clouds.
Forgot all the worries.
All anger or sadness.
"I understand." He suddenly lowered his head and said.
"Indeed, I was too arrogant and forgot that there are people outside..."
"This Mr. Toru's cooking... is something I will never be able to catch up with in my life."
"Cooking that makes you forget all your worries..."
"As expected, he is indeed the halberd-eating ghost of urban legend..."
"Rather than a ghost... I would rather call you... the Halberd-eating Buddha." Momota Kento looked like a monk who had seen through the mortal world, his eyes were calm and without desire.
"I lost the cooking this time."
"I am convinced that I lost." He closed his eyes and lowered his head.
"Then, Momota Restaurant belongs to us." Shuji Tsushima put away the contract on the table.
"Of course, it's my honor."
"From now on, you will be my goal in cooking..." Momota Kento looked like he had found his goal.
Toru Amuro:...But I...am not a cook?
Watching the three people leaving, Momota Kento stared at their backs.
"As expected, he is worthy of being a halberd-eating ghost, with such strength..."
"I didn't lose unfairly."
Now that everyone else has said so…
Is it okay if he says that?
…
"Very good, then the next goal is..." Tsushima Shuji took out his notebook and looked at the goals listed above.
Did you type after Momota Kento’s name?
"Spare me, Kaa." Toru Amuro said helplessly.
Is your desire for revenge so strong? You've arranged a few fights for me, are you still not satisfied?
I'm very busy!
Otherwise, why would those cooks think that they would have dinner with them in the middle of the night?
Because I’m busy working 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 retaliate, Zero.
"There's only one last game left. Tohru-kun will definitely be able to do it." Shuji Tsushima raised the small notebook in his hand and pointed at the last row to show the other party.
"This is..." Amuro Toru's face was numb.
"Are you serious?" His tone was also full of weakness.
"Yeah." Tsushima Shuji nodded.
Toru Amuro:......
…
The next day, Momota Kento's restaurant welcomed various people.
"How is it? Win or lose?"
"What does the halberd-eating ghost look like?"
"Do you remember the game?"
Faced with these questions, Momota Kento was silent for a moment, and then shook his head deeply.
"have no idea."
"When I regained consciousness, I only vaguely remembered that I had a fight with an existence and then lost to him..."
"I don't remember the other person's appearance or name, but the amazing thing is, I remember the feeling I had after tasting the other person's food..."
"It's like being in the clouds, floating in heaven, forgetting all worries..." His tone was full of memories.
"That's right." The people who asked the question all said with satisfaction.
"Sure enough, he is worthy of being a halberd-eating ghost." They said in unison.
"Yes." Momota Kento agreed.
The atmosphere was extremely friendly.
If you don't tell me, no one will know that we lost to an ordinary young man who doesn't even have the rank of a cook.
We lost to the urban legend of the Shokuki no Oni with amazing cooking skills!