NIP Chapter 268 The Devil’S Gift: Bloody Mapo Tofu
Chapter 268 The Devil’S Gift: Bloody Mapo Tofu
Because we chefs living in the inner world often receive some commissions!"
"For example, cooking the last meal for people in an organization who were executed due to failed missions before they die, or cooking the last delicious meal for prisoners in prison before they die.
"But you guys focus on the hometown of the person who is about to die. It's really ridiculous!"
"Do you guys think that people before they die miss the food of their hometown?"
"Because you care too much about the diners' preferences, you serve a dish that is full of "mercy", so the diners simply cannot agree with your dishes.
"The only thing that can be done for a chef who has devoted everything to delicious food and is about to die is to try his best to cook delicious food so that after tasting it, he will feel satisfied that he can die with peace of mind.
"I think you will never feel this feeling in your lifetime, hahaha..."
"Idiot!"
"Huh? Who? Who is it? Stand up for me!"
This late-night cook originally said it was extremely enjoyable, but suddenly he said something stupid:
This really pissed him off!
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Yukihira Sōma with his hands folded and looking at him with a sneer.
"Is this the only level of late-night cooking? I'm really disappointed!"
"You think you understand the subject, so you talk nonsense there. Why do you think you're not a fool?"
"Yukihira Sōma, don't think that you can humiliate me like this just because I can't beat you. Don't you have a better understanding of this subject? Let everyone listen to it! Don't let us all think that you are a talkative king. ?"
Yukihira looked at the group of late-night cooks with disdain, and then glanced at the lost chefs with disdain.
"Sharing the same stage with trash like you is really tarnishing my noble cuisine...!"
"Since you want to hear my young master's opinions, then I will satisfy you!"
"As a waste collector said just now, everyone has different preferences!"
“Only by fully understanding everyone’s preferences can we make the most suitable dishes accordingly!”
"It's not that their thinking is incorrect, it's that they simply can't make something delicious that can sustain memories!"
"You late-night cooks are just a little better than them and the food you cook is a little more delicious. In terms of cognition, you are simply inferior to this bunch of rubbish!"
Yukihira turned to look at Tokiyama Hyogoro, and then said casually:
"Although you late-night cooks have cooked for many prisoners or criminals who were dying, do you really understand the state of mind of those people?"
"For some reason, how can a guy who can't die with peace of mind be impressed by a dish that's just delicious?"
"Some people are not willing to die like this, some people accept it calmly, and some people want to recall certain things before they die, such as the taste of their mother's cooking, the friendship between companions, or the experiences of their lives...and Or a woman he loves, and some people want to curse a certain person or organization with unwillingness and anger before they die.
"Life is full of different situations, so the concept that just trying your best to make delicious food is enough, don't you think it's ridiculous?"
Yukihira looked at the expressionless old man in front of him, Tokiyama Hyogoro, and said calmly:
"This old guy is a sinful man with bloody hands. He has spent his whole life in darkness. I want him to die after eating a certain dish with satisfaction. Don't you think this is too kind to him? Yet?"
"This mapo tofu is for an old guy like you to eat!"
"After eating, get on your way early!"
I saw Yukihira take out a portion of Mapo Tofu and place it in front of Tokiyama Hyogoro.
The common mapo tofu on the market is brightly colored and very attractive.
As for the mapo tofu made by Yukihira, everyone present felt a little bit irritated.
This blood-like soup seems to be a gift from the devil...
"You... what on earth did you do, and why does it look so similar..."
"It looks like blood, right?"
"Because the main ingredient in the soup of this dish is blood!"
Tokiyama Hyogoro looked at the dish in front of him and slowly said:
"I can feel that you hate me, an old man, from the bottom of your heart. I want to ask, it's just our first meeting, why do you..."
"You ask me why I hate you so much? No, it's more disdain than hate! I don't even bother to prepare food for you that you can eat and go on your way with satisfaction!"
"You have done countless evil things and want to get away. Don't you think this is unfair to those who died innocently in the war?"
"Just taste the food I made for you, and then live in endless regret and self-blame for the rest of your life!"
As a man who walks on the battlefield and in the dark world, Tokiyama Hyogoro could be frightened by Yukihira's words?
"Okay, let me, old man, taste what the food you made out of anger will taste like! It makes me feel remorse and self-blame, and I need your food to be able to do it!"
Picking up the spoon with trembling hands, Tokiyama Hyogoro put a piece of mapo tofu stained with red blood into his mouth.
Suddenly a strong fishy smell spread in his mouth!
This...is fresh....
At this moment, Tokiyama Hyogoro felt as if he was about to be swallowed up by endless darkness.
It seemed like countless faces appeared in front of him.
These people...are all innocent people who were harmed by him...
"Tokiyama Hyogoro, I'm here to find you... I'm so lonely underground, can you come and stay with me?"
"Come down quickly, Tokiyama Hyogoro, we died so tragically, how about you experience it together!?"
"Tokiyama Hyogoro, you beast, our family of three are obviously ordinary civilians, but you brutally killed us. I have been waiting for you underground for a long time. Laozi will definitely torture you to the point of death!"