100 Types of Sweet Pampered Wife

Chapter 440 Who Can Be a Food Critic?

On Mu Jinyang's handsome face, there was a trace of calmness and a more dignified face.

"Dean, can you still persist?" He turned around and asked the dean with a tired face.

The dean looked bitter, and said helplessly: "I'm afraid that my body will not be able to hold on."

Several food competitions in succession were a terrible test for the elderly dean.

Ordinary people eat food only to distinguish good from bad, but for food critics, they have to taste the details and distinguish the specific good from bad.

The dean's taste buds are already very tired. Once they exceed the limit, they may lose their sense of taste.

"Tsk, isn't there a qualified food critic at the Phillips College of the University of North Carolina?" The boy shrugged and said with contempt.

"I'm coming!" At this time, a teacher stood up and said righteously: "Although I am not as good as the dean's food evaluation level, I am still a teacher of Phillips College."

"I am coming too."

"Count me in."

Teachers one by one volunteered to be the food critics for this food show.

However, the boy raised his hand and made a shooting motion at them. "Bang!!"

Immediately, everyone fell silent, staring angrily at this arrogant and unruly young man. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, none of you are qualified!" The young man withdrew his hand, put it in his pocket, and said coolly: "If you can't find another qualified person, I can only say, Phillips Academy, that's all."

"Bastard!! Why do you say we are not qualified." A teacher stood up angrily, and said very firmly: "Even though you have defeated several top ten, it does not mean that you can trample on the dignity of our academy."

"Why?" The boy twitched the corner of his mouth, suddenly turned around, grabbed some ingredients around him, and manipulated frantically.

After a while, a piece of ordinary-looking sushi was thrown in front of the teacher. "Only with this sushi."

Um?The teacher was slightly taken aback, and looked down at this piece of sushi that couldn't be more ordinary.

"If you can taste three of them, you are qualified to be the food critic of this food show, otherwise... just get lost." The boy said coldly.

"Hehe, isn't it just a piece of sushi?" The teacher sneered, then grabbed the sushi and put it in his mouth.

Mu Jinyang frowned, he didn't think this young man would casually squeeze out a piece of sushi and ask the other party to comment on it.

He couldn't help but glance at the kitchen counter behind the young man, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he understood instantly.

"Well, this is the classic salmon sushi. The entrance is luscious, the fat distribution is very balanced, and the slightly sour rice balls make the taste level greatly sublimated." The teacher exhaled and said confidently: "This piece of sushi The three tastes are sour, sweet, and salty."

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The young man clapped his hands, but there was a playfulness in his eyes. "Tsk tsk, what a retarded answer."

"What do you mean? Didn't I say three flavors?" The teacher felt insulted, and the anger in his eyes was boiling.

"What if I told you that this piece of sushi has five flavors?"

"what?"

The boy shook his head and said mockingly: "I said three flavors, but you think they are three flavors? As a food critic, you must have the ability to completely dissect the food in order to be able to make the most fair food reviews, and You... are not qualified at all."

(End of this chapter)