There are 981 freshmen in Yuanyue High School, but including last year's resignation students, there are more than a thousand first-year students.

But the total number of second-year students and repeat students is only 200.

The number of three-year students is even smaller, with only a few dozen people, and each of them is familiar with each other. These three-year students are mixed in the exam group and can be easily identified through cooking. Their cooking style can be said to have been tempered and have a very mature cooking style.

However, sometimes, old fried dough sticks do not mean "qualified".

The class jointly organized by Yuanyue and IgO is aimed at cultivating preparatory special chefs, and the most important quality is undoubtedly the heart of the chef.

Regarding Chu Xin, when the first class, Aoki Sonta had already explained it in detail. Xia Yu didn't want to repeat it. He waved his hand and gave a confident three-year-old, Leng Bingbing the evaluation result: "You are not qualified!"

"ha?"

The three-year-old who had an explosion looked disbelief.

The Yuanyue students who were in the back were talking a lot.

"Is this senior Kubota? He actually failed..."

"Shh!"

The discussion made this three-year-old named Kubota so angry that his whole face turned red. He held his hands on the table with his slammed and glared at him: "Why are you not qualified?"

"Are you a three-year-old?" Xia Yu did not answer, but asked.

"yes."

"Then do you think, why can't you graduate?"

"This..." Kubota was stunned.

"Match!" Xia Yu said in a deep voice, "There is a problem with your food matching. It seems delicate and flawless, but in fact it is just a combination of the most advanced ingredients. Tell me, what theme is your cooking? Or, what do you want to enjoy through the cooking? Your cooking seems to be rigorous, but in fact it is disordered and has no primary or secondary!"

Kubota spoke speechless.

The students behind looked down at the dishes in their hands and realized that some people left the team quietly, processed the dishes, and lined up to cook new dishes later.

"Give me another chance!" Kubota lowered his head and clenched his fists.

Xia Yu pointed to the team behind, "Yes, but you have to line up again."

"Thank you!" Kubota immediately walked away.

Watching the "old fried dough stick" leave for three years, Xia Yu's mouth slightly raised.

This is the influence of establishing his authority in the previous class. Otherwise, these three-year students would definitely be dissatisfied with his evaluation results. So every time he reviewed, he would have to give up his speech or just use food to train people. Wouldn't that be very tiring?

Then, after a morning of testing, Xia Yu discovered a strange phenomenon.

Two-year-old or three-year-old, either very outstanding, such as the top ten, or they are "old fried dough sticks". The cooking style has been set and the possibility of shaping is lost.

In comparison, Xia Yu prefers those pink freshmen, each with aspiration for the chef profession. More importantly, they are obedient and very serious about the guidance of their predecessors. In other words, they are learning ability max and have infinite plasticity.

Only half of the test screening was conducted in the morning, and there was a second one in the afternoon.

After the end, Xia Yu, Si Yingshi and Aoki Sonta took a brief list of qualified people to count, with a total of 116 people.

"I have something to do in the afternoon, so I'll leave the test work to you." Aoki Sonta left aside and left.

"Lecturer Xia, are you going to sit in my dormitory?" Si Yingshi weakly sent an invitation to Xia Yu.

"I'm going to the Jixingliao."

Xia Yu waved his hand to refuse, his mind was still full of "torcang shark fin intestine". Today, Iwuzaki's smoked dishes gave him some inspiration for improvement. He must go over and seize the inspiration!

...

From the teaching area of ​​the assessment venue to the back mountain of the academy, Xia Yu stood in front of a European-style villa.

This is the Pole Star Door.

The villa is surrounded by a yard, with iron doors outside, with red bricks as the roof, with milky white walls, and verdant vines crawling on the exterior wall. If you come here at night, you will probably be frightened by the classical style and think it is an abandoned haunted house.

Once, Xia Yu was familiar with it and pushed open the unlocked iron door. Then, the lobby door on the bottom floor of the villa was open. As soon as he climbed up the stairs, a sound came from behind.

"Lecturer Xia?"

Yisehui probably just returned from the Ten Masters Conference, wearing formal clothes, with documents under her ribs, and looks graceful.

"I'll come here to find someone."

"Looking for someone? Are you looking for Maki Jiang? You can do it yourself." Yisehui smiled ambiguously.

"No, there is a boy who is good at smoked cooking, named Itakesaki Jun? I ate his smoked cooking today, so I want to ask him for some cooking skills." Xia Yu said.

"Please ask?" Yisehui looked strange, "I'll call him, you're in the kitchen and wait."

So Xia Yu went to the kitchen of Jixingliao.

Soon, Ise Hui brought Itakeaki Jun over.

Xia Yu said straight to the point: "Can you show me your smoked sausage?"

"Yes." Itake Qi Jun went back to the room and took the already made sausage. Xia Yu took a sausage and pinched it. His fingers felt amazing elasticity. The feeling was to be described as a balloon, as if he had a needle on a sharp weapon, and the whole intestine would explode with a bang.

"It's true that it's very tight!" He couldn't help but exclaim.

"Is this flexible casing made of the pig's small intestine or the sheep's small intestine?" Xia Yu stared at Yiwuqi Jun with a bright look.

Last night he almost made the 'Tornado Shark Fin Sauce'.

However, after twisting into the "hemp rope" and passing through, Xia Yu immediately encountered a second problem-

The casing is not flexible enough. During the steaming process, the "torcang shark fin sausage" is easily stretched out by the "hemp rope" that expands inside.

"Small intestine of sheep."

Itakesaki Jun is not good at speaking and his answer is cold.

The pig intestine and the sheep intestine are all materials for making natural casings. Xia Yu tried both casings in the Chef God Space last night, but the results were almost the same.

"But my small intestine was also 'smoked'!" Itakesaki Jun's second half of the sentence shocked Xia Yu.

smoked?

Seeing Xia Yu holding his chin and thinking, Yisehui summoned all the members of the Pole Star Door in the kitchen.

"Everyone is here."

Yisehui put a document on the desktop.

"Yo—"

Yukihei Tsuma greeted Xia Yu, then glanced at the file on the desktop and read out a few big words on the cover title: "...Friendship and communication... Accommodation study?"

After saying that, he found that the atmosphere in the kitchen was suddenly depressed.

Tian Suohui looked out of her body and shivered.

"It's just a very ordinary stay, right?" Yukihei Tsubasa was really confused.

Yoshino Yuki had a black line and said with a forced smile: "Yohei, this training camp is the first hell that people who have entered high school will face!"

"All first-grade students train in the mountains every day and conduct cruel cooking trials. If they fail to achieve the passing score, they will be ordered to drop out of school-"

"Does friendship and communication sound easy?" Junji Marui pushed the glasses frame, buried his head, and concealed the panic in his eyes, "But, it is actually a ruthless selection and elimination!"

"A few years ago, the pass rate of accommodation studies was reduced to less than half, right?"

The group of people in the Jixingliao were discussing solemnly.

"A Yu."

Maki Morita quietly woke Xia Yu up and whispered: "Just just now, my parents called and said that the whole street was spreading. Do you want to eat halberds with a five-star chef in the store street?"

"Food halberd? Five-star chef?!"

Before Xia Yu could respond, someone screamed behind their backs.
Chapter completed!