Apocalyptic Forecast

Specially made Yingzhou air-cooled soba noodles.

A stack of cold noodles and a bowl of dip were placed in front of Enrico.

In the long silence, Enrico's expression twitched, lowered his head, looked at the plate in front of him, looked up, looked at Huai Shi, and then looked down at the plate in front of him.

"What is this?"

"Specially made Yingzhou air-cooled ..."

"It doesn't matter whether it's air-cooled or water-cooled, but where is the soba ?!"

Rao is a shameless person like Enrico, who is angry in front of such water-filled dishes: "Where is buckwheat!"

"Forgot to let go."

Huai Shi was calm as always.

"Then why is it called cold soba!"

"Everything is said to be specially made. Are you bothered."

Huai Su Su Zi raised his hand and flicked the soot, and said impatiently: "If you want to be happy, it doesn't matter if you call it boiled cabbage. The name is just a title. The content is the essence. Don't give it to you for free. Do I charge money? "

"Listen to me, man, it takes a meal to survive!

Only by paying for the dishes, the chef will carefully create them. Like this kind of free goods, it is just to attract customers to the store, turn consumers into commodities, and then sell the garbage of membership cards and beverage services at high prices. "

"Trash, do you know? Just like your maggots! Give me a good idea of ​​the essence of free goods!"

Miss Huai Suzi pinched off the cigarette, pressed her hands on the counter, and looked down at him, looking down at him, ordering rudely: "Give me food, now, immediately!"

Seen by those fierce eyes, she could almost understand her anger, and at the same time, she felt the horror like an abyss.

Even Enrico couldn't help but froze for a moment, feeling the bitter cold.

At the same time, a sudden emerged in my heart.

This bowl must be eaten, no matter what is inside, it must be eaten ... otherwise, it may really be ... will be killed by this woman.

Tough, nodded stiffly.

So the killing intention disappeared, replaced by a flower-like smile, full of relief and satisfaction.

"That's right."

A pair of convenient chopsticks was handed over, and he opened it for him intimately, stuffed it in his hand, and told him: "Take a look, Enrico, this is your destiny."

Involuntarily sat in front of the dining table.

Holding chopsticks.

Looking down at the plate of cold noodles in front of me, and the sauce without any intention.

Smelling the bleak and uncharacteristic, incomprehensible taste, the first thought that emerged in his heart was not a rejection.

But feel the helplessness of empathy.

"It's shabby."

In this way, I could not help speaking out.

"Yeah, it's too shabby."

Huaishi said, picking up the soup, Yue Yan replaced him to stir the macaroni in the pot to avoid sticking the stick. The movement was simple and neat, without any cover up, and with the candid gesture that everyone could see, he helped Enrico solve his worries.

No obscene means were used at all.

Even Enrico looked at the solemn and serious back, could not help but say thank you.

"No need."

Huai Shi turned away from him and responded calmly: "Waste of food is shameful. Enrico, whether it is to discard food or maliciously trample food into garbage, is unforgivable behavior.

When you are wasting food, there are people who have to cook noodles with white water to make a living for three meals a day ... Shabby is normal. It is better to say that shabby is justified.

Because we have to save money, because we have to put the money on something more worth buying, in order to be able to live better in the future, so now we can only despair.

Even if it's so humiliating, it's like a wild dog. It doesn't matter if it is looked down on by everyone. It lives to get better, not to mix good things with rotten cheese. "

Huai Su Zi knocked on Tang Tang, rested on the chopping board, and looked back at Enrico.

Enrico, who had already stirred up the first strand of noodles, put it in his mouth after being dipped in water—predictably, without any taste at all.

The noodles are already cooked.

It's not that the fire is overdone, but that this cheap noodle is just this level.

Sticky in the mouth, it spreads into a ball, and the taste is like chewing wax, making it difficult to swallow. Enrico never dreamed that he would eat something like this one day.

No matter how you chew, you can't taste other flavors. I can imagine it bitterly. I eat beef, lamb, and fish **** under the chopsticks.

But the imagination does not exist after all.

I just sat here and ate noodles.

Therefore, a sudden sorrow and sadness emerged from the heart.

Immediately afterwards, he felt the sourness of dipping in water, too much vinegar. Moreover, it is not reconciled at all. The acid is too much, and the backflushing makes the high-quality vinegar like cheap acid water.

The tip of the nose twitched.

The noodles become difficult to swallow.

Immediately afterwards, what I felt was bitterness, a thick bitterness that could not be ignored.

The salt spread from the crude ingredients, whip the tip of the tongue, and the coarse salt from the **** and seaweed melted in the mouth and became lingering bitterness.

Almost infiltrated into the soul.

It makes the noodles feel more embarrassing, disgusting, and completely unable to eat!

But he couldn't spit it out.

It was as if invisible forces were persecuting him to let him eat, and he had to eat it. It didn't matter if it was hard to eat. Otherwise, you can't live.

Otherwise, you will starve to death.

The bitterness and bitterness spread quickly. With the batter, he swallowed into his throat with a faint tingling pain, which made him take a deep breath.

It is mustard.

Mustard choked him.

Red eyes.

Inhale insanely, don't overdo it, sneeze, and almost shed tears.

How many years have not been so embarrassed?

The familiar bitterness and sourness, as well as the pain of the heart, every bite is like eating earth and stones, the body is resisting, the throat is resisting.

But still have to eat ...

Must eat!

Otherwise, everything is over.

In a trance, a mocking voice sounded again.

"What's the matter? Enrico? It's just the ability to talk about it before?" The old man mocked coldly and hurried impatiently: "If you can't hold it, please leave my kitchen, Do n’t die in a sacred kitchen, and I do n’t need such waste here! ”

"No, no, please don't stop."

Enrico gritted his teeth, endured tears, climbed from the ground, raised his head hard, and looked at the old man's blurred figure: "I can continue to eat, I can continue!"

Then continue.

Continue to eat bitter medicine and hell's food until there is no cure.

Contains humiliation and pain.

Can you work hard and barely get results? Can we welcome a glorious future? Or is it possible to modify the shameful past? Those scornful eyes, and indifference from the closest people?

In the dry and cold taste, he lowered his head and ate the cold noodles on the plate bit by bit.

Recall the scars left by the closest person.

"Waste! How can I have your shameful son! A simple appetizer can be made like this? What on earth are you thinking ... Get out of my kitchen!"

Then go away, how far you go.

Studying hard and painstakingly, I do not know how much hardship and hard work day and night, can not be recognized, can not see hope. Instead, he pushed into the abyss of despair again and again.

Father, what am I going to do to be satisfied?

Beat you? I have done it.

I have defeated countless people.

Rely on the only effort you can do.

But why don't you look at me? Is n’t it just a glance?

In the difficult swallow, the cold gradually spread, swallowing his body, occupying his consciousness, and even freezing his soul.

It seems to take away all the heat.

This is a cold water noodle specially made by the suffering and pain of a long time.

Seeing no hope forward, numb running and lingering fear. Those things spread along with the chewing, entangled in Enrico's heart.

This is not a toxin, nor a curse, it's just what I once experienced ... despair!

The despair of a 17-year-old boy Huai Shi.

There is no end in sight, no margin, no way out, and there is no salvation from the sky ... Enrico has been lost in this sour and bitter cold, unable to extricate himself.

In a violent gasp, he couldn't help shaking.

The breath spit out into a white mist that lost its temperature.

The mocking voices, the disgusted eyes, and the hostile expression surrounded him, like the straw accumulated on the camel's back.

The more you remember, the more you can feel the pain and despair deep in the bone marrow.

Looking back on the long career of the past forty years, what is left is not a beautiful moment, but countless scars and an ugly struggle with invisible ends.

In order to live, grow, and become stronger, he is constantly giving up.

Give up everything.

But even if he became a kitchen demon, even if he won, the already cold heart could not get any satisfaction. No matter how exquisite miracles and disasters, no trace of warmth can be obtained from it.

Can't get any happiness.

At that moment, he woke up from sadness, lowered his head, staring at the reflection in the water, his purple face suddenly murmured:

"Look, happiness is someone else's, and I have nothing ..."

"Yeah." Huai Shi nodded.

"... Why is this?" Enrico raised his head blankly, looking at the opponent in front of him: "Why do I have to be so painful?"

"I do not know either."

Huai Shi looked at him with pity, as if he were looking at the young man he used to think about, and said seriously, "It's probably like this."

Click.

A broken voice sounded.

From Enrico's hands.

The chopsticks were broken and broken into several sections. Such a huge force made him feel like he had to pinch his fingers.

From the bitter cold, unspeakable anger burst out.

Because I saw the eyes of Huai Shi, because I felt the pitying eyes in those stands.

So I felt more and more pain.

In this way, anger is unstoppable.

"Why are you looking at me with such a poor sight!"

His face turned red, and he violently overturned the dining table in front of him, shouting at the Huai poetry and the people on the stage: "I just want to be like you! Is this wrong?"

"No one said you're wrong, Enrico." Huai Shi calmly flicked the ashes and told him: "It's just a bit of hardship. It's not something that can't pass. People always have dreams in mind."

"But I'm thinking about dreaming!"

Enrico growled sorrowfully: "Want to be as talented as you! As powerful as you! Is it useful if you think!"

"But I can't do it, I can't do it no matter how hard I try! I just ... I just want to stand high with you. Why should I look at me with that kind of garbage look. Is it because Is my heart not sincere? Or, I must be a joke! "

"You guys, just want to see me ugly! Okay, do you want me to kneel!"

With unspeakable hatred, resentment, and despair, the man's out-of-control screams, saliva almost squirted out of his mouth, and he shouted as hard as he could, but couldn't hold back tears anymore.

"I can do it, no matter how lowly I ask."

"Please look at me, I beg you!"

I forgot where this is, where I am, and even my enemy. He was lying on the ground in embarrassment, pleading embarrassedly.

"Please, teach me. How can you be like you."

He shed tears, choked, and bowed his head, letting his tears and snot fall into the dust, like a stray wild dog, praying for alms and mercy.

People eager to answer their doubts.

Please teach me, Miss Paper.

Please ... save me.

Regrettably, in the long silence, there was only the voice of pity from that woman.

"Sorry, no one can teach you, Mr. Enrico."

So ruthlessly sentenced, Huai Suzi whispered: "No one can save you except yourself."

She raised her hand, picked up the soup, picked up the hollow powder boiling in the pot, placed it in a bowl, drained it, and then skillfully stirred the sauce, and finally, pulled out a piece of cheese from her counter, Melt, stir the sauce and pour evenly in the bowl.

Take a deep breath and feel the thick milky aroma coming from the face and the fresh sourness of the tomato.

Appetite is wide open.

"Don't be sad, eat bowl noodles first."

Re-set the table, and then put a new bowl of macaroni and cheese in front of Enrico: "This is not cooking, but a skill I learned from my elders. It may not be very tasty, but it is sad It ’s always right to eat something high in calories. "

She picked up the fork and handed it over, Chanran smiled:

"After all, even if you want to lose weight, you have to eat enough, right?"

"..."

Full? eat? Eat this kind of randomly crafted things?

In the silence, Enrico, who was stupid, picked up the fork, looked down, glanced at the macaroni in front of him, and felt the warmth and sweetness that he had never felt before.

Boring, does this meaningless cooking have any value?

Even if I think so, the body involuntarily crosses a piece.

Put it in the mouth.

The sticky cheese flows at the tip of the tongue, bringing a thick milky fragrance. The sweet and sour sweetness of tomato sauce spreads together with the noodles, turning into mild warmth and spreading in the lungs.

I couldn't help but take a deep breath, forgetting my own embarrassment and downcast,

Once again fork, chew, forget the pain and sourness, immersed in this beautiful fragrance. The cold was dispelled, and even the pain in my heart seemed to be redeemed and restored.

In this way, the speed is getting faster and faster. In the end, he lowered his head and picked up the big bowl in his hand.

I wish to be buried directly in the bowl.

Gluttonous.

With this rare warmth, he swallowed all the pain and cold into the abdomen, completely, and couldn't stop.

Until the end, a pot of macaroni was eaten by the two.

Enrico picked up the spoon habitually, and he could see the empty bottom of the pot and froze in place. For a long time, my shoulders jittered as if laughing.

Mocking himself.

Put down the hands as clean as new utensils.

Bowed his head and thanked the smiling woman in front.

"A little better?" Huaixi asked.

Enrico nodded silently.

"So, any ideas?"

"... No, I can't think of it, because this is my limit."

In the long silence, he suddenly looked up and said, "And, I don't plan to continue cooking as a cook anymore."

It was like a shattering speech that broke the silence in the stadium and made everyone in the audience sullenly opened their mouths in disbelief.

When this sentence is spoken, it seems to be liberated.

Say goodbye to the bitter sea that has been entangled for a lifetime.

Enrico laughed, calm and soft, and could not see any more pain and hesitation.

"Really so decided?" Huaixi asked curiously.

Enrico nodded.

"That's right, then."

He nodded in agreement and couldn't help but patted the shoulder: "There are many choices in life. If you are in pain, it doesn't matter if you don't be a kitchen devil. However, in the future, you need to cheer a lot ... I suggest you start by looking for one Let's get started. "

"Please bypass me for this."

Enrico laughed helplessly, but no matter what, he couldn't resist the urge to cry. Not because of pain and despair, but in this sudden tranquility, I can't help but feel the gratitude in my heart.

"Then thank you for your hospitality!"

Huai Suzi slowly got up, smiled happily at him, waved goodbye, hummed and turned away.

In this way, in the silence, the second showdown between chefs ended.

The final result is beyond doubt!

——Huawei Suzi, win!

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At this moment, above the meeting place, everyone stared at the beautiful and uncomfortable face, they all felt a heartfelt chill and horror sincerely.

In just 20 minutes, two dishes, one of which is not even a cooking devil ...

In this way, it is easy for a battle-hardened kitchen demon to give up all the pursuits of his first half of life, and drown willingly in the warmth created by her.

Unintelligible and unbelievable.

But the fact is just in front of everyone, along with the huge fear and shadow.

The entire stadium seemed to be covered in that petite and slender figure, making it difficult for them to breathe.

"This is ... genuine," Demon "is now."

In the long silence, only Guo Shoukui's unreserved praise and appreciation, accompanied by strange and sharp laughter, echoed in everyone's heart.

That's right, besides ‘magic’, is there anything else that can manipulate the human will to this extent?

At that moment, no one doubted the information sent by Tomorrow News.

The decapitated witch, the pocket paper element!

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That was half an hour ago.

Just at the beginning of the game, Maki heard the voice from her side.

Deja vu.

The tone is calm and polite, without any offense from uninvited guests. Just ask, "Can I sit here?"

When she looked back in amazement, she saw the young man standing in the aisle.

To be precise, it is a samurai with a sword.

That is the man with the highest voice among the candidates for the head of the family. The last generation was the adopted son of the owner. At the same time, it is also the nominal cousin of Zhenxi.

Subconsciously, Maki shrinks back a little, while the crow that stays next to her raises her scarlet eyes and looks at Ji Jing, gritty and hungry.

"Please be assured that I will not do anything rude. Whatever you say, you really are my blood relatives. Didn't you call my brother when you were a kid?"

When seeing Jiu Jing, he smiled lightly and pointed to the chair beside him: "Can I sit down? I have something to say."

In the silence, after a long time, Zhen Xi nodded.

As a result, Jiu Jing sat down, sitting precariously, with a meticulous attitude. There is no coercion or coldness, just like the conversation between brothers and sisters, calmly asked:

"Ma'am, your collaborator ... is it Amber?"

"..."

Zhenxi was stiff all over.

I don't know how to respond ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ should it be a promise or a rebuttal, or a silence.

"It's not such a secret thing. After all, your agent, Ms. Suzi, and Amber have shown a close relationship in public. It's actually very simple to guess."

Jiu Jing waved his hand and said frankly: "To be honest, this matchup was initiated by my suggestion."

Really stunned, his eyes widened from beginning to end without any relaxation.

"Although part of your selfishness is to hope that you don't get involved in such a dirty thing, it would be nice to be able to exit. But more, I just want to create an environment where I can chat with you."

After seeing it for a moment, Li Jingjiu said to her, "Although it's awkward to say so, I think it's best to be honest when you first reveal your intention.

Therefore, I will not hide anything. "

He said, "Zhenxi, please cancel the covenant with Amber."