RCYL
Volume 2
Chapter 4 Part 13
Translated by: june
Now it was my turn. Franz and I have a plate with a dome turned to the professors. Franz was the first one to be judged, so his cuisine was tasted first. We bowed our heads and waited for their evaluation.
“Oooh!”
Exclamation came out.
“It’s really…”
“You used both ingredient as your main dish!”
“This is it, looks like you’ve been thinking very hard for this. Lets see, the scent is… good, good!”
The spoon moved, and the professors burst into exclamation one after another.
“Right! This is what cooking is!”
“It’s a southern cooking I’ve seen before. I did a thorough investigation.”
“Hm! The combination of bundi and seasoning is excellent. It goes well with the vegetables…”
‘What? What is it?’
What did you cook. How amazing it is… I’m so curious!
It was the moment when he slowly lifted his head and looked at his food. I forgot to breath and my body stiffened as if paralyzed. After judging Franz’s dishes, the professors raised the dome of my plate.
“Huh… This…”
They looked at each other with troubled faces. That’s an obvious reaction. Because the same dish came out on the same group!
The dish Franz and I brought was Mapo Tofu. And that was my style of Mapo Tofu with tomatoes that I create. I bit my lip and looked at Franz. He was smiling and exchanging glances with someone. The person exchanging glances with him is-
‘The vice principal.’
Suddenly, the sound of children talking came to mind.
[The professor can stole the exam papers. They can do that as well for this exam.]
The professors sighed and tasted my dishes.
“How can the same dish…”
“It can only be understood that one side stole the recipe…”
“Still, Franz’s dish has a strong impact.”
“Because the spices were amazingly used.”
Apparently, the vice principal didn’t just steal my dish. He seemed to have advised on the mixing of spices.
“Then, as expected, Franz in the finals…”
“Professor.”
I raised my hand and called to them, and the president’s gaze was focused on me for a moment.
“I understand that the graduation exam is not just an exam to selects student for the Royal Kitchen.”
As I calmly spoke, the professor who had previously praised my bean noodles nodded.
“Right. So far it is a system for mutual development by pouring out what we have learned.”
She smiled brightly, as if she had pointed out well.
“If I could know in detail about Franz’s dish, which was highly praised by several professors, I would be able to put more effort into it.”
The professors looked at each other and nodded.
“Well….”
“It’s true.”
“Are you asking me for the recipe? But that’s…”
I smiled and looked at Franz.
“Please. I just want to ask a few questions.”
“If it’s only that much.”
The professors nodded, and I looked at Franz. He furrowed his face as if it was some kind of trick, and he was looking at me with the same expression as the vice principal on his face. I calmly asked Franz the first question.
“The tofu is very well made. How do you get such a fine shape?”
“You made tofu too!”
“Because you did it better than me. I want to learn.”
There was a sense of disappointment in Franz’s expression. The vice principal saw my food two days ago, and it was just before midnight. So, Franz had only one day to spare.
‘There is no way he can make the tofu by himself.’
So that tofu is definitely it must have came from somewhere.
“That, that…”
While Franz hesitated, some of the students raised their hands.
“I didn’t see the Bundi? Where did you put it in?”
“It smells so good. What kind of spices did you use?”
The professors smiled warmly at the questions that came up out of pure curiosity, but Franz and vice principal’s expressions hardened. Franz groaned.
“This is unfair! Why am I the only one to answer the question? None of the other guys…!”
“Not because you can’t answer it?”
I asked with a cold expression, and Franz swallowed dry saliva with a bare face.
“What kind of bullshit is that!”
“Then answer me. Tofu, how did you make it? How did you use the Budi?”
“….”
The professors began to roar. As they realized that Franz was weird, the professors narrowed their brows.
“Mr. Franz.”
“Answer her, Mr. Franz.”
“Did you perhaps get help from someone else?”
“How did you come up with the same dish as Ms. Sen?”
As Franz hesitates, the vice-principal slams the table.
“It’s a disappointment for Ms. Sen.”
“No, professor!”
The other professor tried to refute it, but when the vice-principal stared at him fiercely, he shut his mouth.
“There is no way Mr. Franz using food he didn’t make himself for the exam!”
He tapped the spoon! He put it down aloud and spoke.
“To criticize a classmate for losing the match. It’s just ugly.”
“I never criticize Franz. I was just asking a question.”
“Isn’t the intent of the question obvious? Even so, in group 22, Mr. Franz win-”
Professor Jean-Luc, who was at the very end of the group with his arms crossed, came froward.
“No one ever said its Franz victory.”
The vice principal pursued his lips in embarrassment.
“Ah, no, everyone says that Mr. Franz’s cooking is better….!”
“That’s not a winning declaration.”
As if agreeing with Professor Jean-Luc, the other professors were silent with a cold expression on their faces. Everyone in the judging panel felt a sense on incongruity. The Franz that unable to answer questions, and the situation of same food on the same group. But there was no solid evidence that the recipe was stolen, so the vice principal went silent. Professor Jean-Luc stood up from the table.
“Since the same food came from the same group, it will be difficult to judge.”
At his words, the vice principal stutters.
“But the taste of Franz’s…!”
“He cant answer about the recipe properly. It’s not that the dish is a testament to the skills that have been honed before, but it could be a lucky failure.”
“There are a lot of recipes come out from failure! Luck is also skill.”
Another professor considered the vice-principal’s words.
“That is if it’s lucky failure recipe. But if that’s not the case, you will not be eligible to be judged on the graduation exam.”
“Group 22 must be rematched.”
“Agree.”
As most of the professors shouted with one voice, the vice principal had no choice. Franz stared at me with a grim expression, and I frowned with a smile. So Franz and I were excluded from the judging, and it was decided to make a new dish using the leftovers from beans distributed before the assignment.
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