Apocalyptic Forecast

Tempura.

Such a decisive conclusion is not only him, but even the chefs in the audience were stunned.

what the hell? Suddenly changed from fried chicken to tempura? Even if it's the same deep-fried food, wouldn't it be such a lie?

But when Jonny's smile was slightly stiff, everyone couldn't help but believe the three.

Is this really **** tempura?

Indeed, if you look at it from this angle ... all the frying paste is extremely thin, and ...

When the viewers from above looked down at the box in Guo Shoukui's hand, they found that there was no trace of white water in the white paper box!

And looking at the even heat, there is no doubt that by frying in such a short time, all the ingredients have been deep-fried.

Just looking at it, I can understand that it tastes great.

"I haven't heard of tempura in industrial cuisine, Mr. Gu Zhijian." Guo Shouwei looked at the chicken drumstick in his hand and smiled and raised his eyes: "Is this a rebellion against Shimen?"

"This is called pioneering and innovation."

Jonny raised his head arrogantly: "If you are a disciple, if you only follow the old ways and follow the teacher's path, it may not be as useful as a frying machine for two hundred dollars, then what a cooking demon!"

"Say the same thing as my students."

Guo Shouku raised his eyebrows and looked at the fried chicken tempura in his hand. He quickly said, "If I am not wrong, this should be a unique treatment in the Ryukyu region?"

Awesome fusion, Joni Gu Zhijian, the future of industrial cuisine will be exposed to you in the sun, I can feel the comfort of your master.

It is the Americas to be able to merge two completely different cuisines so perfectly. "

The admiration is so admirable, but it makes people feel no pleasure at all.

Looking at those eyes, it was as if no secret could be hidden.

Even the source of creativity is clearly seen ...

Joni Gu Zhijian didn't feel any fear and uneasiness, but became more and more excited.

Such opponents have the fun of challenge!

"Has it been seen through?"

Joni nodded: "Yes, this brand-new Exxon fried chicken set meal, although using the method of industrial cooking and the method of making it, comes from my hometown.

Although it is not a problem to be called a fried chicken set meal, its name for war is derived from industrial cuisine in Ryukyu · motor oil tempura! "

"Please, Grandpa."

He beckoned: "Heat while eating, and you can live longer."

Guo Shoukui looked at the contents in the carton and couldn't help shaking his head: "How delicious is this kind of food, but can you only eat your life if you eat it?"

"Hah, in our Ryukyu, who hasn't eaten as a child? This is the crystallization and deliciousness of the hungry era ... This kind of life and death, but depends on the number of fatalities. ! "

"So, the Ryukyu people really don't get well ..."

Guo Shouque shook his head and raised his hand:

"So, give it a try."

Just like swallowing the elixir, he opened his mouth, biting on the fried chicken in his mouth without using a gum with few teeth left.

At that moment, the sound of making the index finger swell spread, resounding in everyone's ears, so that everyone could not help swallowing.

The first thing I feel is the rich aroma of the meat, followed by the terrible spicy and the sweet and sour sauce,

When the tender chicken was wrapped in the smell of magical oil and slid into the throat, it felt as if the mouth and nose were burning, enveloped in flames.

Immediately afterwards, the taste bomb exploded!

Physically, explode!

A low roar suddenly sounded from Ricket's body. The old body had a terrifying power burst from the weak stomach-at the moment of contact with the stomach acid, the spices evenly rubbed into the muscles were at the source Under the interference, a subtle chemical reaction was triggered, and then the explosive explosion was realized in a flash!

The dark smoke from the mouth and nose of Guo Shouqi, so rich!

But then, the sound of tearing sounded ... Because Guo Shouqi was inflating, the joints were rubbing, and the muscles were creeping, the old slender man gradually straightened his waist, like a balloon, and began to bulge.

Terror's enthusiasm rose from under the rapidly tightening skin.

That is the heat hidden in the muscles is transforming, quickly transforming into vitality, forming a tide, injected into this old body, regardless of whether he can bear it, from the inside out to destroy him completely .

But he did not collapse.

Instead ... turned into a burly old man with muscular knots and thick white hair like a lion.

The upper body is covered with scars over the solid muscles.

It is no longer old, it has become cruel, violent and solemn.

Where is the rickety old man?

It is clearly from the mountain, the fierce giant ape between the vertical and horizontal beasts!

And just in front of Jonny, the greasy old man opened his mouth, wantonly gluttonously, swallowing the oil tempura in his hands neatly, sucking the oil stains on every finger.

Not hesitate to praise.

"Oh, so full of vitality, this spicy impact, it's really wonderful ... it can restore me to my 90-year-old state!" He exclaimed in surprise, "Joni Guzhijian, you are amazing!"

The spicy vitality did not burn him, but let him fall into excitement.

Three mouthfuls and two mouthfuls, finished eating chicken drumsticks.

Then, grabbed the chicken wings.

He threw it into his mouth and couldn't stop it at all, the wind swept over the clouds.

Carefully savoring the stimulating fresh fragrance on the tip of the tongue, like swallowing a bomb, swallowing the essence of the disaster into the abdomen.

The first thing I felt was hunger, then pain, and then despair.

Also, that lingering greed ...

That's right, greed!

Greed is the essence of this dish!

At that moment, in front of Jonny's Zhijian, the old man's movements stiffened for a moment, his fierce face solidified in place, and suddenly, a gap opened.

The burning light and the dense black smoke rose from it continuously.

Inside the empty body, there were signs of the factory roaring and running ...

Just above the crippled face, Guo Shoukui smiled approvingly.

"Joni Gu Zhijian!"

"I have to admit that I underestimated you!"

He raised his head and praised without hesitation: "It is terrible, your creation, I already have a deep experience ... It seems that it was born from industry. In fact, this pair is for the sake of the belly, even if it is the blood of the earth. The determination to devour it is tantamount to sublimating people into unbreakable steel!

You must have more horrible dishes, didn't you take them out? "

In this way, a mouthful of chicken meal with too large a portion is swallowed into the belly. Let the cracks on the face spread, revealing the city phantom hidden in the smog and smoke.

In order to survive, do not hesitate to destroy the world, in order to continue to live, do not hesitate to destroy yourself.

Such a crazy determination and will make people have to give praise and applause!

"I can assert, Jonny."

He raised a finger and declared abruptly: "If there is no me, there will be no one other than you in this championship."

"It's a pity-today, you met me."

In his mouth, the burning burger was completely swallowed into his belly.

In one bite, I incorporated the disaster prototype that merged with countless industrial waste into my body.

Immediately afterwards, the smoke, flames, and huge industrial phantoms after the cracks in the face disappeared completely.

Instead, there is nothingness.

In the empty shell under the flesh, there is nothing, or rather, there is some strange light

It seems that there are the outlines of the earth, nature, mountains and rivers, all things, and the dark stars running in the grim sea ... But things are indistinguishable, only one thing can be understood instinctively.

Industrial cuisine, no, industry itself ... was swallowed in front of him!

The gaps shrank, Guo Shouqin grinned, and laughed tyrannically: "The successor of Yiya, but for the sake of deliciousness, even his own children will eat ominous things.

——Every steel, not to mention! "

Jonny is determined and stiff.

It seems to be frozen.

It's hard to hide the uneasiness in his heart, at that moment, the gloomy darkness peeping through the crack ... the terrifying essence of this old thing in front of me.

Guo Shoukui still smiled and looked around. "Next, should it be my turn?"

With that, he looked down and looked at the huge oil pan on the counter.

Regardless of the boiling oil temperature, he extended his finger, dipped it, sucked in the mouth, and said with a sigh: "Clear and sweet, it is a pot of good oil ... I use it, does it matter?"

In the silence, Jonny's expression was gloomy and he nodded slowly.

He wants to see what this old thing is going to do with his own oil pan.

And Guo Shoukui's body gradually rickets, recovering from the former rickets and shrivelled, loose muscles, and looks ugly from violent.

Disgusting.

After a few laps around the pan, he nodded thoughtfully.

"The opportunity is rare, then, right here, to show you a famous dish of Dongxia-boiled water cabbage."

The whole stadium was silent.

Boiling water cabbage.

Is it boiled water cabbage?

Would you **** do other things?

This **** thing is a frying pan, you make a fart boiled cabbage! Just say boiled water cabbage, your cabbage! Do you forget to let it go!

Jonny couldn't bear the humiliation, hitting the board with a punch, angering.

"Old things, can't you just use that kind of outdated things to be disgraced!"

Guo Shouqi frowned and fell into silence.

After a long time, he shook his head helplessly with emotion.

"Outdated? It's too much to say."

He sighed, bent over, opened his own toolbox, took out the condiments the same, placed it on the table, and put it in a convenient position.

"Even my grandpa and grandpa, I still study today!"

He raised his eyes and calmly told the young man in front of him:

"Reading, reading newspapers, using the Internet, participating in competitions, cheeky into the group, going to shamelessly praised young people, going to steal school, going to blackmail ... I want to do anything to win."

"For the limit that this appetite can reach, even if you will go to hell, you are welcome!"

From the age of three walking into the kitchen.

At the age of twelve, he became a kitchen demon. At the age of sixteen, he became a teacher. When he was twenty-five, he began to travel around the nations.

At the age of forty-one, he turned his eyes to the border.

When he was sixty-two, he chose to enter hell

In order to pursue the most extreme appetite, he did not hesitate to embark on the happy land, and even completed the great deed that he met the rancher and returned again.

Dongxia cuisine, Roman cuisine, Yingzhou cuisine, American cuisine, Russian cuisine, from snacks to dinner, from desserts to wine ... Guo Shouku is constantly devouring everything, constantly pursuing deeper limits.

As of today, no one has given up at all.

Today, what is called an obsolete old thing?

Excessive?

It's unavoidable, too much light cooking?

——It's unavoidable, and it's too bad to take all the kitchen demon eaten by yourself into your eyes!

"Look, Mr. Gu Zhijian, this is outdated cuisine that you don't think about. But even outdated cuisine, there will be a day when it will re-glow."

He raised his hand, picked up the spoon next to him, and stirred the boiling oil in the pan. "As long as the kitchen demon still exists, as long as the hunger is not cut off, this precious meaning will continue to exist.

What you lost to was not me, but this piece of information that has accumulated for thousands of years. "

Jonny embraced his arms and was about to sneer, but the sight was attracted by the blurred image in the pan.

Under the stirring of the spoon, the boiling pan calmed down inconceivably, reflecting something unbelievable, but then, the mirror image was broken again.

Because the clear grease is whirling, forming a small vortex, rippling in this oil pot.

Under the spread of various seasonings, it seems that a clear soup is formed. After taking the leftover chicken and skeleton from Jonny and throwing it into the oil pan, a hot aroma rose.

Unlike the previous one, even the kind of terror and aggression of motor oil has disappeared, replaced by the gentle and sweet fragrance.

Like the celestial kingdom, it glowed with radiance, pure and sacred.

In the deep light, it seemed that something was sprouting and brewing quickly, which made him unable to move closer and looked carefully.

The closer you are, the more you can feel the warm and thick aroma, the strong aroma stewed from the chicken oil by the motor oil. Can't help but salivate.

In Joni's gaze, the whirlpool of oil and water gradually calmed down, and the once glimpse of the scene finally emerged again, more and more clearly.

Finally from the reflection of grease, he peeped into the silhouette hidden in the light.

That vague reflection.

Is that ... himself?

In the auditorium, Huai Shi had taken the lead in reflecting it, raised his hand, and covered Zhenxi's eyes.

This is no longer the realm of pure boiled water cabbage ... and the following scenes are not really acceptable.

"Please appreciate it. It brings together the essence of disasters in East Xia and Rome, a new subspecies of fusion **** cuisine and boiled water cabbage!"

In the crisp voice of tapping the pot and tapping the edge of the pot, Guo Shouqian declared his work in fluent Latin:

"——Boiled water judges caldaria!"

It was at that moment that the purity and purity of the sky seemed to rise from the oil pan, surpassing the original sin and punishment, and brought the light of compassion and liberation.

A generous hymn sounded from the illusion, as if it could be used to save all sinners.

At this moment, Joni Gu Zhijian finally entered this paradise!

Enticed by the illusion from hell, the man thumped and fell into the boiling pan, sinking into the bottom of the pan without any struggle.

Before that time, his soul had been captured by the cauldron of the abyss.

This is the last cabbage in the refreshing broth.

Using opponents as materials, Yiya Kitchen Demon's specialty!

At that moment, the intoxicating fragrance finally spewed out from it, with a mellow smell, covering the tip of everyone's nose, intertwining the illusion of heaven in front of their eyes!

Sweet and sinful, lingering in the darkest part of everyone's soul, whispering blasphemous or holy words in their ears.

It is indeed the fusion cuisine Guo Shoukui said.

Through the boiled water cabbage, which combines the elements of water and fire, it constitutes the most primitive heretic trial, purifying everything in boiling water.

In the end, it was attributed to no dirt.

The essence of the 5,000-year-old cuisine of the Eastern Xia Dynasty merged with the disaster of the Roman Witch Trial in the Middle Ages, creating a punishment-like cuisine.

——The life alive because of this pot will also perish because of this pot.

This is the true meaning of Paradise Lost.

"So, young man, how does this dish taste?"

Guo Shouqian bowed his head and looked down at the oil pan in front of him, asking questions jokingly.

"excellent!"

A dull and admirable admiration came from the pan.

Amidst boiling oil, a thumb was raised slowly.

Feeling the continuous pain and suffering, but the soul is quiet and serene, as if to sleep in this beautiful heaven.

Even if it is regarded as part of the cuisine, Gu Zhijian can't deny the essence of this abyss that he can never reach in this disaster.

There is also a huge gap between each other ...

Even though he still has the strength to struggle twice, he has no intention of fighting any longer. As long as the old man stood in front of the oil pan, he was doomed and defeated!

"Learn to respect history, Mr. Gu Zhijian, even an old ghost like me, will keep pace with the times ..."

Guo Shoukui raised his hand, scooped out a spoonful of boiling fat from the pot with a spoon, sent it to the mouth, and tasted it carefully, swallowing the temperature enough to burn the throat into the belly, and tasted every change in taste.

In the end, I couldn't help shaking my head in regret.

"Unfortunately, after all, it's ... tenderer."

Shaking his head so regretfully, the old man dropped the spoon and turned away.

Rick's figure disappeared a little bit in the darkness.

The entire stadium was silent.

Except for Gu Zhijian blowing bubbles in the pan, no one made a sound.

Yuqian Kitchen Demon Trying Together, the second game.

——Dongxia Kitchen Demon, Guo Shouqi, win!

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Today's boring little knowledge:

As we all know, deep-fried food is very oily, especially tempura.

After the end of World War II, after the poor people of Okinawa went hungry, it was naturally impossible to eat tempura. Where is so much edible oil?

So, someone patted the little head and came up with a way: we can use the machine to fry it ...

Of course, the fried food will not be delicious, and because there are many harmful substances in the oil, it may even be life-threatening. But everyone has fun and still have to eat.

Moreover, hungry is almost starving to death, so much care.

Moreover, it is said that the taste of various machine fried is different. Among them, the best recognized oil brand is Mobil, the prototype of Exxon Energy Group in the text.

So ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the official name of this thing is called Mobil Tempura (Mo ビ ル 天 ぷ ら).

At that time, everyone was very happy to eat at various festivals, well, in various senses ...

And as soon as this thing started to fry, the black smoke was rolling, and the people in the neighboring villages of Shili and Baxiang looked up and looked, oh, the big smoke, it must have been the **** tempura of the Erzhu family, so they were in groups Go rubbing something ... It's hard to imagine the scene.

According to a number of blogs in Japan, this thing is really edible. The evidence is that Okinawa has eaten it by all elderly people (I am thinking about it. I am afraid that people who eat dead will not have the chance to become elderly people?)

And the more grassy thing is that after eating, the engine oil can not be digested by the body, in addition to the usual grain reincarnation, it will also leak out through the skin. It is said that people who have eaten will have two oily big stamps on the stones where they sit and rest.

It's like a dark cooking like an **** copier ...

During the years of suffering, it is not easy to survive, either starve to death or eat something that will kill yourself. Everyone should cherish the hard-won good life now.