I found a life simulator.

The slapped dough strands were as thin and long as the sharp lines in a comic book. Su Ze spread his hand out and placed the finished dough strands on the kitchen counter. At first glance, they looked like flawless white jade beads, delicate and shiny, with a shimmering reflection that made them look smooth. This did not look like an ingredient, but rather like a work of art. And this was a product made from the most simple material, ordinary flour.

Reach out and start preparing the ramen broth.

Japanese ramen places more emphasis on the flavor of the broth.

Su Ze put the broth packet he had made a few days ago into the pot, and then took out the other vegetables that needed to be fresh, and began to slowly and carefully slice them.

"Is he cutting so slowly to allow the flavors to penetrate more fully as the pre-cooked broth packet breaks down in the water?" Fukuyama Yasushi pondered, watching Su Ze's slow, deliberate chopping motion.

The previous noodle-slapping technique, which transformed noodles into strands, was already astonishing, to the point that every move made people try to figure out the other person's intentions.

Su Ze's slow chopping speed wasn't just to allow his simmering broth to quickly solidify in the water and fully infuse its rich flavor; the more important reason was...

He can't cut it quickly.

That's right, my knife skills haven't reached the same level as before.

Instead of chopping so fast and waiting foolishly for the broth to infuse the vegetables, it's better to chop them slowly and deliberately, which shows more of your elegance.

I estimated the time in my mind.

Pour the noodles into the boiling pot, and throw in the chopped vegetables and fruits as well. Cook for about two or three minutes, then scoop them out with a slotted spoon.

One bowl at a time, placed in the restaurant's ceramic bowls.

"Do you want scallions and garlic?" Su Ze asked.

Some people want it, some don't.

Roland Chapel dislikes these things in ramen, or rather, he doesn't like eating ramen at all. The other two people, on the other hand, unanimously expressed their needs.

The aroma filled the restaurant.

Fukuyama Yasushi's throat bobbed involuntarily.

He spoke loudly, somewhat excited, and eager to try it out.

Su Ze garnished the soup with chopped scallions, garlic, and cilantro. The dish in his hands seemed to radiate a dazzling and pure luster, making it impossible to look away.

Three bowls of noodles were placed in front of the three judges.

"Thank you for the hospitality." Fukuyama Yasuhiro and the other two spoke first, picking up the chopsticks on the table and putting a strand of noodles into their mouths.

An extraordinary freshness bursts in your mouth!

At this moment, Fukuyama Yasushi noticed the color of the broth in the bowl. It was the most perfect golden color in ramen, not the thick, cloudy golden broth of the kind found in small street shops. Instead, it was a clear and bright light gold. If one had to describe this beautiful color, it would be like the surface of a scenic lake with excellent water quality, sparkling and shimmering. The cilantro sprinkled on top seemed to have transformed into small islands on the lake, full of beauty.

Smelling the fragrant broth and savoring the delicate noodles and the flavor of the broth, Fukuyama Yasushi licked the broth from the corners of his lips as he ate, his eyes gleaming with desire. His slightly disheveled suit and wolfing down his food already indicated his incompetence as a judge.

Actually, when he smelled the aroma, he knew this bowl of ramen was no ordinary dish, but he never expected it to be this good.

he!

He lost his composure!

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Ono Shikataro glanced at Fukuyama Yasushi's expression and thought to himself. Although he thought this bowl of ramen was a masterpiece, he didn't think it was worth such a demand from these senior figures who could sit and discuss the art of cooking.

He picked up the chopsticks.

The first bite.

His squinting eyes suddenly snapped open.

Without saying anything else, only making slurping sounds, the last trace of elegance that remained instantly crumbled as she continued to chew the food in her mouth.

Roland Chapel was stunned by the attitude of the two jury members.

Is it really that delicious?

Unfortunately, his taste wasn't in this area. Even if the ramen was made perfectly, he probably wouldn't be able to finish the whole bowl. With that in mind, he picked up his chopsticks anyway.

As a Frenchman, I wasn't very skilled with chopsticks. I picked them up somewhat clumsily, carefully took a sip of soup, and instantly forgot my previous aloofness.

The three judges seemed to be racing, eagerly devouring the noodles in their bowls.

The noodles and soup base blend perfectly. When you bite into the noodles, the rich soup flavor explodes in your mouth, while the soup base seems to be a combination of many vegetarian ingredients, resulting in a light and sweet taste.

Roland Chapel didn't ask for Suze's spices, nor did he add scallions or garlic. His bowl of ramen was relatively bland, but this blandness was just right for his taste.

The three of them not only wanted to eat every last drop of the ramen, but also wanted to drink the broth completely. An unprecedented sense of satisfaction welled up in their hearts one after another.

It wasn't until the three of them put down their bowls that this happened.

His previous loss of composure seemed to vanish in the blink of an eye, a simple cough masking his earlier expression of 'sexual dissatisfaction'.

"Fukuyama, what's your opinion?" Ono Shikatarou asked softly.

Without even considering the implications, Fukuyama Yasushi held up one finger and said, "A rating, without a doubt, this bowl of ramen fulfills my expectations of what ramen should be."

The judge of the tongue of God.

Throughout the judging process, there were moments of hesitation. When faced with dishes that were difficult to score, the three judges would discuss and decide on a suitable rating.

In the entire rating system, A rating is the highest level of evaluation, while B rating is a rating that appears frequently during the review process, used to appease those dishes that are inconvenient to evaluate.

Dishes that the judges approve of but God Tongue approves of are often placed in the B category.

“A!” Roland Chapel gave a brief evaluation. “I have never had much of an appetite for Japanese food, but this dish was very impressive and dispelled my preconceived notions about Japanese ramen.”

"The broth tastes the best I've ever had in my life."

he said.

Another judge, Yasushi Fukuyama, continued, "Yes, I think so too. I'm a layman and don't use many descriptive words. In my opinion, the highest compliment for a dish is simply 'delicious.'"

"I think this bowl of ramen is delicious. If I had to give it another evaluation, it would be that it is extremely delicious."

"Hey sir, could I have another bowl?"

Fukuyama Yasushi, despite being in his thirties or forties, had a smile on his face that made him seem like a young man. He joked, "I'd like to have lunch with you again tomorrow."

Both judges gave it an A grade.

Even the production team was stunned.

When have we ever seen such a magnificent sight?

To maintain the authority of the Tongue of God, it's difficult to give an A grade. If everyone gives an A grade, it means the Tongue of God thinks the food is not good, which would put the cook in an awkward position, and the judges who gave the score would also be embarrassed.

Even if it's a good dish.

The judging panel would also give a B grade to accommodate these secretly agreed-upon rules, so as not to offend either side.

Fukuyama Yasushi has always given his own preferences when it comes to commenting. If the food is delicious, he will give it a genuine A grade and doesn't care about the rules. The other two judges, on the other hand, will try to tone down their evaluations to give God Tongue and the person being judged a good chance to leave, and will give a moderate evaluation.

But Roland Chapel was a meticulous person.

He doesn't follow that rule either.

They have their own standards for measurement.

Two Grade A ratings.

No matter what rating Ono Shikatarou gives, it's all awkward.

If they achieve a 3A rating but God Tongue gives them a bad review, the three of them will be embarrassed. However, if he gives them a B rating and God Tongue also thinks it's delicious, he will also be embarrassed.

However, when Ono Shikataro saw that both judges gave him an A grade and he himself found the food quite delicious, he decided not to be the bad guy anymore.

Give this newcomer a chance.

I give it an A grade!

"You have everything that Japanese ramen should have, and the overall taste is excellent. The noodles are tender and smooth, while the soup base is delicious. The details are also handled well."

"Since Mr. Fukuyama is being so kind, then please trouble this young man to give me another bowl of noodles!" Ono Shikataro said with a smile, as if he had interacted with Fukuyama Yasushi.

The words fell.

All three judges gave it an A grade.

The spectators outside the arena erupted in a flurry of conversation.

The production team was immediately stunned.

"This is...the first 3A rating this year!" Director Domoto Kawa looked at the camera with a surprised expression. "No, there hasn't been a 3A rating for two years in a row."

"And if our God Tongue user, Lady Erina Nakiri, gives us another A-level rating, then the God Tongue judges' rating for this dish will reach S-level!"

"This dish and the restaurant name will be directly added to the encyclopedia of famous cuisines!"

It's been so many years since this has happened.

The unspoken rules of the judging panel have been broken.

The difficult task will then be handed over to the final judge, Erina Nakiri.

But will she agree?

Roland Chapel frowned slightly.

It's hard.

It's really difficult.

Compared to her own situation, Erina Nakiri's situation is more unique.

He himself doesn't like the taste of Japanese ramen, but if it's made well enough to make him eat it, he's willing to give it a high score. But Erina Nakiri, just based on the quality of the ingredients, can kill off this dish's judges.

in other words.

This ramen is made with the simplest ingredients.

The moment the ingredients were served, the outcome was already predetermined.

If he had this level of talent in other cuisines, using higher-end ingredients, perhaps there would still be a chance to save him. But it just so happens to be ramen, and even then, it's just ordinary ramen without any special ingredients.

Three A-level ratings.

The problem was completely handed over to Erina Nakiri.

A bowl of noodles was placed neatly in front of Erina Nakiri.

She picked up her chopsticks.

Slowly put the strands of ramen noodles into your mouth.

Everyone held their breath, awaiting the final verdict from the Tongue of God!

Success or failure?!

The audience, the directors, and the three judges all focused their attention on Erina Nakiri.

On the field.

Su Ze was the only one who wasn't nervous.

His smile remained on his face.

Chapter 26 I'm coming clean, I'm not acting anymore!

You may not know just how terrifying the talent of that man who, with the help of God Tongue, became a Master Chef after a year of learning culinary knowledge, became the Supreme Commander of Totsuki Culinary Academy after five years of learning culinary skills, and reached the pinnacle of the culinary world after ten years of learning culinary skills truly is.

Ha, we usually call this kind of person a "cook monster".

Back then, Erina Nakiri was able to reach the pinnacle of the culinary world in a short period of time with her divine tongue and hard work. I, Su Ze, followed behind my wife's beautiful legs in stockings to catch up to the top of the culinary world, and finally even surpassed her. Doing what I've done before is no problem.

This bowl of ramen.

This is a work I've been meticulously crafting since I returned to this timeline.

Erina Nakiri is one of our own.

It's his wife.

I'm laying my cards on the table. I'm not playing along anymore. Four Aces, a royal flush! How can I lose if I play it?!

I think my wife doesn't eat cilantro.

It's said that cilantro can sometimes ruin the taste, so when Suze made the spices for this ramen, he didn't use any cilantro, nor did he add any scallions or garlic. This is because God's Tongue is particularly sensitive to these spices, and if they aren't blended in perfectly, it will really hurt the flavor.

Su Ze put his heart into it.

Erina Nakiri didn't notice this; she picked up her chopsticks and took the first bite.

All three judges on the panel focused their attention on her.

His expression remained unchanged.