On the other side, Reinhardt followed the crowd and came to Logan's stall. Looking at the brightly colored four-color buns in front of him, Reinhardt couldn't help but have a look of doubt on his face.
"What is this? Are there words on it??"
Please forgive Reinhardt's ignorance. As an authentic German, it is already quite good for him to be able to communicate with people normally in Neon.
As for ancient Chinese characters, which are more difficult and complicated than neon language, it is normal for Reinhardt not to recognize them.
"This is an ancient Chinese character from China. The word "青" is written on this green bun."
A voice suddenly started to explain to Reinhardt. Reinhardt turned around and was about to thank him, but when he saw clearly who was speaking, he couldn't help but was slightly startled, and he quickly bowed and said:
"Nakiri-sama, hello!"
That's right, the person coming is none other than Nakiri Senzaemon, the leader of the neon cuisine world and a very well-known culinary giant in the world.
Facing him, even Reinhardt, who has always been arrogant and arrogant, did not dare to be too presumptuous in front of such a person, not to mention that he had already restrained himself after being severely taught by Logan.
"Um!"
Nakiri Senzaemon just nodded slightly as a greeting.
"You are the contestant recommended by Murakami. I have watched your competition. You are really a talented young cook. There are very few chefs like you in Neon."
"Thank you for the compliment!" Although Reinhardt was invited by Murakami, he only went there for the reward. The two of them only had an employment relationship. Neither Nakiri Senzaemon nor Reinhardt cared about this.
But it stands to reason that Reinhard should be happy, if not proud, to be recognized by a leader in the neon cuisine world.
But there was no smile on Reinhard's face. Instead, he said with melancholy:
"So what, even if this is the case, it's not..."
Seeing Reinhard's disappointed look, Nakiri could only sigh and comfort him:
"Don't care about these, they... are not on the same level as you, so don't care about it..."
"Uh, really!"
Reinhard couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, and felt even more uncomfortable. He didn't understand whether Nakiri Senzaemon wanted to "comfort" him or comfort him...
"It should be to comfort him!"
Reinhard couldn't help comforting himself.
Shaking his head violently to throw away the strange thoughts in his mind, Reinhard changed the subject and asked:
"Lord Nakiri, you are here now..."
"Haha~ Don't be so polite. I'm just a simple eater now, but I really miss Mr. Logan's cooking..."
Nakiri Senzaemon suddenly laughed heartily, with an afterthought look on his face.
"Oh, Mr. Nakiri..., do you know that old Mr. Logan?"
Reinhard couldn't help but look at Nakiri Senzaemon with some surprise. According to the information he had received, it was not said that Logan was an old acquaintance of Nakiri Senzaemon.
But Nakiri Senzaemon shook his head slightly and said softly:
"I was also lucky enough to participate in the judging of Mr. Logan's Shoji. It was really a wonderful Shoji!"
Nakiri Senzaemon could not help but sigh, but Reinhardt was slightly stunned and asked curiously:
"Shiji, then Mr. Logan's opponent is...??"
"Haha~"
Nakiri Senzaemon smiled slightly and glanced at Reinhardt, as if he had understood Reinhardt's little thoughts. Reinhardt's face suddenly became condensed, and he looked away with a guilty conscience.
"The opponent is right in front of you, right?"
"In front of me, that is..."
Reinhardt followed Nakiri Senzaemon's line of sight with confusion, and suddenly his expression condensed and he said:
"Yes, summer?"
"What about the victory or defeat..."
Nakiri Senzaemon nodded slightly and said somewhat noncommittally:
"So it depends on what the result is today."
Reinhardt got an answer that wasn't an answer.
For a moment, Reinhard fell silent. He looked at Xia Tian, who was about his age, with some confusion, and his mood suddenly became heavy again.
…
"The white tiger, the green dragon, the red suzaku, and finally the black basalt!"
"Is this... the four-image mythical beast?"
I don't know why, Ji Zhiguo Shigematsu suddenly saw the heaviness of the long history in these four-color buns of different colors.
When I saw this bun, I felt as if I felt a sense of historical vicissitudes, making my whole heart feel inexplicably peaceful.
Ji Zhiguo Shigematsu whispered the name of the dish.
"Please give me one of each of the four colors of buns."
"OK, just a second!"
After a while, the green, red, white, black and four-color buns were placed in front of Ji Zhiguo Shigesong.
Ji Zhiguo Shigematsu was the first to take out a black bun and taste it.
With a slight bite, the delicious soup in the bun spurted out instantly. Ji Zhiguo Shigesong's eyes suddenly widened, and he quickly sucked the soup inside with his tongue.
"This is the smell of the sea..."
"It's incredible, how can it be so delicious, and how can the delicacy of the sea be expressed so vividly?"
"This is black sesame! The filling inside actually contains abalone! And how can this dough be so fluffy and delicate? Is this the magical power of the "thousand-year-old noodles"? It's really incredible."
“It’s so delicious.”
Ji Zhiguo Shigesong finished the black Xuanwu bun in just two mouthfuls, staring intently at the clay pot in Logan's hand.
There are "gods" in there that countless pastry chefs dream of! This represents everything to pastry chefs.
"But now let me enjoy the incomparable deliciousness made from this thousand-year-old noodles!"
Although Ji Zhiguo Maosong reluctantly withdrew his gaze, more cooks discovered the mystery of the buns and looked greedily at everything in Logan's hands. Their eyes seemed to want to engulf Logan's whole body.
They were all swallowed.
Logan naturally felt the coveted gazes of everyone, but he just smiled coldly and did not pay them any attention.
In his eyes, except for Xia Tian, everyone else is just like a chicken or a dog, so naturally Logan will not take him seriously.
"Boy, I will definitely defeat you this time. The secret of my Bai Luo family's "Soul Soul" is the ultimate secret of pastry. This is a truth that has been established for more than a thousand years. It is absolutely..."
A sharp look suddenly appeared in Logan's eyes. The palm of his hand holding the cane suddenly used force to lift the dough upwards and shouted:
"...The Secret of the Bailuo Family: Bailuo Snake Transformation!!!"