Chapter 218
The words spoken by Mineo only revealed one meaning: that if he were the one tasting their food, not a single participant here would pass!
In other words, the cooking skills of the people in front of him simply did not pass in Mineo's eyes!
So if you don't want the passing rate of this batch of transfer students to be zero, it's best not to let him get involved personally.
Hisako, your ability is enough to filter out the best people here.
The meaning contained in Mineo's words was understood by everyone present.
Seeing this head examiner openly looking down on everyone there, the examinees who possessed high self-esteem felt truly enraged.
Meanwhile, Hisako also didn't expect Mineo could say such a thing with a completely expressionless face.
Did he really feel his cooking skills had reached a level where he could ignore everyone else?
In the original story, Erina could scare almost all the examinees with one sentence because her reputation and influence were already widely recognized in the Japanese culinary world.
As for who Mineo was, no one had ever heard his name before.
Therefore, as for how his cooking skills were, everyone had absolutely no idea.
Towards the angry glares from these examinees, Mineo directly ignored them.
Actually, he wasn't intentionally being arrogant; rather, the food they made was truly not worth him tasting personally.
As the owner of a max-level God's Tongue, even Erina's evaluation ability, when compared to his, had a distance as far as the horizon.
Never mind these transfer students in front of his eyes who weren't even considered supporting characters—even if it were Yukihira Souma cooking, his dish would be full of flaws to Mineo.
Mineo was also too lazy to explain many details to this group of people, so he said directly to Hisako:
"I think I've said it very clearly. The dishes they make, you are responsible for tasting them."
"Whether the taste is worthy or not, Hisako, you decide entirely. If any among them are dissatisfied with my arrangement, let them leave right now."
"I'm going to play a game for a bit on the side. It's estimated these people need time before they finish cooking, so Hisako, do you want to play a game with me for a bit?"
Seeing Mineo actually ignoring them, the mood of the examinees became even worse. A participant with a sturdy build immediately stood up and said:
"Lord Examiner! I cannot accept this!"
"As the person in charge of the exam site, you indeed have the right to arrange the evaluation method for us!"
"But don't you feel that, even without tasting, directly saying our food is not worthy for you to taste is a bit too much!"
"I want to prove that I have that ability!"
"If my dish can conquer your tongue, I hope you apologize to all of us for the words you said earlier."
Mineo raised his head, glanced at the participant who raised the protest, and the next second, he spoke expressionlessly:
"I'm not interested in playing these kinds of bets with you. If you don't want to take the exam according to my rules, please leave right now!"
"Now I'm adding one more rule. From this moment on, whispering to each other in this exam site is prohibited. Anyone who violates the rule, as well as anyone who for various reasons does not want to take the exam according to the rules I set, please leave immediately."
"You...."
The burly participant almost exploded with anger.
He didn't expect an examiner named Mineo could be so unreasonable to such an extent.
He clenched his fists, still wanting to argue with Mineo in a fit of rage, but two people behind him immediately held him back.
Seeing that under Mineo's high-pressure policy, these examinees all showed anger and dissatisfaction in their eyes, Hisako instinctively wanted to say something, but in the end, not a single word came out of her mouth.
Hisako glanced at Mineo, then said to the examinees:
"The exam theme from the head examiner has been announced."
"Within one hour, you may choose any ingredients on the ingredient rack, then process them into a dish!"
"For those who have finished cooking, simply serve the dish to me for tasting. It is now 08:25; at 09:25 the exam time ends!"
After hearing Hisako's words, the dissatisfied examinees finally chose to walk toward the ingredient area in silence.
Seeing everyone starting to do serious work, Hisako walked over to the front of Mineo.
"Instructor Takamine, everything you have done at the site today, I will report exactly as it is to the Young Mistress."
"No problem, I believe Erina will surely appreciate my actions! By the way, Hisako, I asked you earlier if you wanted to play a game with me for a bit, you haven't answered me...."
"Sorry, I cannot play games!"
"Can't play games? I can teach you...."
"Thank you, but I am not interested in games at all."
Seeing Mineo really focusing on playing a mobile game there, Hisako's heart felt very annoyed.
However, she didn't speak much, but instead stood quietly in her place and concentrated her attention on the exam area.
And so, time began to pass minute by minute.
The one-hour time limit passed very quickly.
After finishing their cooking, the examinees one by one served their prepared dishes to Hisako for tasting.
Hisako sat at the dining table, giving a serious evaluation of each dish.
It had to be admitted, she now felt that Mineo's perception was correct.
The dishes made by these confident participants were truly "very ordinary"! Perhaps the taste of many dishes wasn't bad, but deliciousness that would make one's eyes go wide was something almost no single person could achieve.
So after a dozen consecutive participants, only three people passed.
And those three people who passed were, for Hisako, also just barely reaching the passing line standard in her heart.
Just as Hisako felt a little disappointed because of the level of these transfer students' cooking skills,
A red-haired youth walked closer with a smile that looked innocent.
"This is the dish I made, Chicken Juice Bacon Rice Bowl. Please, Lord Examiner, taste it to your heart's content."
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