Apocalyptic Forecast

In the glass, the surface of the water was still shaking slightly, reflecting a faint brilliance.

Everyone couldn't help but stretch their necks, move forward, and take a closer look.

Frowned.

"what is this?"

"water?"

"Nonsense, anyone with eyes can see that it is water... But what is it doing?"

A demon chef from Yingzhou held his chin and thought for a long time: "It looks like it is water cutting? A good technique, simply neat."

Water cut.

The original popular and Yingzhou drinking technique, in simple terms, is to add water to the wine to reduce the alcohol content, so that people can taste the wine better.

It was first used on sake, and later when foreign wines like whiskey entered the market, it quickly became popular.

"After adding ice and water, stir well, until the cup is covered with frost, it is the water cut right."

Nonsense, no one here can see that this is water cutting.

But the question is... what did you cut?

Regardless of water cutting sake or water cutting whiskey, what new kind of matryoshka do you put here?

"Besides, the cup... should be pure water, right? No carbon dioxide has been added. Where did so many bubbles come from? It always feels very bad."

When Yarum was undecided, he turned his head and asked, "Does Mr. Guo have any opinions?"

"Oh, **** ho, the old man knows a thing or two about this."

Old Chef Guo smiled like an old chrysanthemum, rubbing his knees, and said after a long time: "This should be the famous dish in Dongxia cuisine, boiled cabbage!"

? ? ?

Uncountable question marks popped out of everyone's foreheads.

What the hell?

Boiling cabbage?

Do I have a problem or you have a problem?

Do you Dongxia people like to chat about this when you come across some cooking?

"Where is there such boiled cabbage!"

"Maybe it's a subspecies." The old cook nodded calmly: "Cooking is always going to be new."

"Don't be kidding, what about the boiling water if you boiled cabbage?"

Old Chef Demon Guo shrugged and spread his hands, "Leave it for too long, it's cold."

"What about cabbage!"

"Maybe you forgot to release it?"

The old man's face was unfathomable and terrifying, so that everyone else didn't bother to listen to his continued nonsense.

Because Huai Shi has taken up the sticky note next to him, wrote a note and pasted it on the cup.

The introduction was written intimately.

【Creative cuisine-heart pain いの感覚】

This is a brand-new result developed by his brainstorm.

After combining the craftsmanship of the caster, a completely reborn Fat House Sad Water V3.0!

After the pasting, Miss Huaizhi smiled, pointed to the cup, toward Shen Jinqing.

Diligent expectation.

Please, friend.

どうぞ、どうぞ……

And Shen Jinqing was silent, sitting in a chair, dumbfounded.

As if finally waking up from the previous horror, staring at the water glass in front of him, his expression changed, and gradually twitched.

Restrained anger.

But the growing anger was hard to restrain, making his eyes widened and his face blue.

"Don't be kidding, hold paper!"

Shen Jinqing is angrily scolding: "What do you think of cooking! Are you kidding? Just this kind of thing, I just die here, I will never jump from here..."

The sound of angrily stopped abruptly.

Because there was a heavy shadow covering his face, which obscured the light in those pupils.

From a nearby place, Zhizhi Mozi lowered his head and looked down at the opponent in front of him. He did not speak but stared silently.

When I was overlooked by those dark eyes, I felt the pressure from it without a doubt.

That was telling him...

Drink it!

She is warning.

As if to plant that inexplicable tyranny into the soul before him.

So cold, he gave an absolute and inviolable order to the ingredients on the chopping board.

Without words, the meaning of such indifference and mockery was deeply etched into his soul, and he whispered teasingly in his ear:

Shenjin-kun, you are already a mature adult, don't be picky eaters like children, okay? If you want to trick or treat if you can't eat sweets, then give you some sweetness...

In front of him, Huai Zhi Mo Zi pulled over the seasoning plate, opened the lid, casually and perfunctorily, pinched a pinch of sugar and threw it into the cup in front of him.

It seems that this will give the ice water a taste.

This is the last pity.

just now……

She raised her eyes again, bent down, moved closer, stared at his pupils close at hand, and conveyed the last command.

-Give me a drink!

Being stared at by those eyes, it seemed to fall into the abyss instantly, losing the last will to resist.

Involuntarily stretched out his hand and picked up the cup.

When Shen Jinqing reacted, his lips were already on the rim of the cold cup and tilted, and a stream of cold water had already flowed into his mouth.

Following his throat all the way down, the cool coolness spread, and he couldn't help taking a breath.

Feel a hint of refreshment.

Unexpectedly, sweet and delicious.

No, it should be said... refreshing!

The crude sugar that has been grabbed at will, with the coldness of the ice water, spreads between the chest, as if standing in the cold wind blowing in the face, as if seeing the plum blossoms that are gradually dying in the early spring, withering on the branches , Rickety and humble...

His eyes gradually blurred.

Obviously there was no alcohol at all, but he actually felt that he was drunk, indulged in this wonderful sense of origin, and recalled the winter of that year.

At this moment, he noticed something was wrong, and his pupils contracted subconsciously, wanting to resist.

But then, a phantom appeared in front of him.

That year, the snow fell from the sky, and the girl standing alone on the plum tree.

Snow fell on her hair and shoulders, and gradually covered the small mole on the back of her neck, which was no longer visible, only the whiteness of Xue.

When she looked back at her, her lacquer-like eyes made the heart of the young boy beat.

Soon, that kind of phantom disappeared quickly.

"A Tao..."

He muttered blankly and fell into a trance.

Since then, how many years have not recalled her appearance?

Even oneself has forgotten the buried memory. Now, when the afterimages of the past reappeared, it made him feel confused and intoxicated again.

Involuntarily, he took another sip.

By the time I realized that it was poison, it was too late.

Because of the sweetness remaining in the mouth, it gradually becomes sour...

In the confusion, I gradually recalled that short and painful youth that belonged to me and only belonged to me.

"A Tao? That is the master's daughter."

"How? A beauty, right? Oh, it's enviable. Why can't I have such a daughter?"

"You kid, isn't it just getting hot? Get out of my work and stop thinking about it!"

Santuo’s work is very busy, especially for apprentices. Not only do they have to do miscellaneous tasks, but they also have to serve tea and water, and are responsible for running errands for the masters and seniors. They are like servants. They are so busy every day, which is slightly wrong. Will be cruelly beaten and reprimanded.

Many of the companions in the same period couldn't stand such cruel treatment and withdrew, but he was the only one who persisted, gritted his teeth and endured tears, not knowing how many sleepless nights, and finally survived the most difficult years. . In the end, he received the favor of the master and was accepted as a formal disciple.

It wasn't until that day when he saw A Tao at the banquet again that he vaguely understood. Maybe I was able to survive the long torment, not because of roots and perseverance, but... just because I wanted to see her again.

The contact between the two is nothing more than that.

The meeting under the corridor, the smile that meets every morning and twilight, and the fragrance that remains in the air when passing by. He gradually became fascinated by it, and gradually... couldn't help himself.

Be occupied by that figure.

Missing her face, her back, and her body like crazy, doing so many shameful things, just want to get closer to her, even if only a little bit.

Like a loyal dog.

As long as A Tao said, he would listen, as long as it was what she wanted, he would buy it, as long as it was what she wanted to do, he would go back and do it whatever she wanted.

Until one day, I saw that someone held her in his arms...

How long ago was it? Why is it so vivid and imprinted in the heart.

Every time I think about it, I can't help but feel my heart aching.

Out of breath.

He lowered his head, pulled off his bow tie subconsciously, took a sip from the water glass, and tried to use ice water to suppress his depression.

The excessive sugar spread out, entangled with the sour taste, leaving only the unspeakable bitterness.

Jealous.

This is the smell of jealousy.

When he was with that person, A Tao actually showed a beautiful smile she had never seen before, like sunshine, which deeply stung Shenjin's heart and made him almost crazy.

As long as she can be happy, as long as she is living well, it doesn't matter what she is.

I can only comfort myself with this kind of reason, curled up in a corner where the sun can't find, gradually becoming humble like dust.

But happiness did not come. After being pregnant with that person's child, A Tao was thrown away by the scum. Becomes completely different from the past.

It didn't take long before I was in pairs with my new boyfriend...

The smile remains the same.

It's just that gradually it is no longer the same as the past.

Then, he was betrayed and abandoned again and again.

It's all the fault of those bastards!

After every breakup, Atao would cry and cry to herself. Every time, he wanted to summon the courage to say what was in his heart...

Perhaps, the next one, the next one can be myself.

At that time, I would never let her be hurt like that.

Countless times, Fukatsu swore like this.

Until one day in the middle of the night, the blushing cheek with a faint drunk scent came over and looked at his face, his eyes flowed.

"Oh, I see." She smiled, "Fukatsu-kun, you must have never hugged a woman?"

He whispered softly in his ear: "As long as you have tasted it once, you won't be so embarrassed. How about it, do you want me to help? It's your constant reward..."

Snapped!

In Shen Jinqing's hands, the water cup cracked and left a trace.

That is the sound of broken dreams.

Fukatsu has forgotten how he answered at the time.

I just remember that I was just like that, with my head down, shamefully, embarrassed... and fled.

I want to escape to a place that the shadow can't catch.

Forget everything... After that, it was a long and empty time.

Right on the arena, Shen Jinqing had already been immersed in the bubble of dreams, and left everything behind.

I just swallowed the bitterness in the cup, unknowingly, tears streaming down my face.

Why did it become like this?

Since when, everything has changed.

I never even noticed it.

But what about her?

Does she really know what she wants?

In the silence, tears gradually fell into the cup, bit by bit, wet the palm of his hand.

It quickly evaporated again.

It was as if what he was holding was not a water cup, but a hot red soldering iron. In the terrifying heat, he gradually burned his hands into coke, snorting.

That is the heat hidden in the wine glass finally broke out, as the ice water decreases, it begins to spread...

Obviously, as long as you let go, you can get relief, but Shenjin couldn't bear to let go. He just shed tears and sipped the boiling bitter wine in the blur.

I just want to see that phantom again.

Once again, I returned to the plum blossom when I first saw it, stared at the girl bathing in the snow, and told her what I had always wanted to say.

"Miss Atao, I am from the bottom of my heart... I love you."

Such a humble person said such words from a split heart.

But no one responded.

Shen Jinqing closed his eyes, unconscious.

But even in the midst of fainting, she was still crying, clutching the water glass tightly...Even if the rescuer used iron tongs, it was difficult to break it apart.

Beside, Huai Shi was dumbfounded.

If you want to say, this is the result of the inspiration he finally got through observing and drawing on somebody, using the rot in the cage of dreams as the material, transforming various emotions, and recasting the result.

Water is just water.

Incorporated into it, there is only a negligible seed.

Taking the illusion of joy as a starting point, he gradually fell under the guidance of Jie Hui, and finally was unable to extricate himself from the pain of despair.

This is the dream of water cutting.

It is a pity that the dream operation is not the director of Huai Shi after all, so it only relies on the bonus brought by the wreckage of the rotten dream and the forge of the forge.

Not only can it not be stored for a long time, but the production time is also amazing.

Limited by his skills, the opponent must swallow it himself before it can germinate and grow along the loopholes in the opponent's soul, bringing the greatest pain.

This is poison coated with a layer of sugar, and compared to such a nightmare, the high temperature on the cup is nothing more than an addition.

It can only be said that it took advantage of the Cooking Demon Competition.

He couldn't imagine what Shen Jinqing saw, and couldn't empathize with him, but he also guessed how much he had seen through his external performance.

Then, I feel admiration from the bottom of my heart.

——After all, licking a dog is a real cow.

It didn't take long before the result was completely clear.

Shen Jinqing was judged to be unable to restart completely, lost the ability to continue the game, and did not even know if he could wake up in a short time.

In the sight of so many stunned eyes, Miss Huang Zhi grinned, smiled slightly, and turned away with her employer.

Chef demon duel opening match.

Hold paper element, win!

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Until now, there are still many cooks in the audience who have not remembered. Some people already have guesses in their hearts, but they can't say it.

On the one hand, I am not sure, on the other hand...I wish other people would suffer a sorrow after meeting her.

After all, that Ms. Suzi is a real and powerful enemy.

There is no doubt about it.

You can't think of him as a simple role just because of Fukajinqing's sudden defeat.

After all, Santu's reputation is outside, and no one in this room can guarantee that they will be safe after eating a whole set of iron cannon feasts.

If you want to win, you must preemptively.

Using the rules of the game, the cook who finishes first can give priority to the opponent to eat his own cooking, and then fight for a KO. Rather than being like that weird woman, eating all the poison of change without any solution, and it is not enough, but also want...

It can only be said that Shen Jinqing is really a pity.

Obviously he was the candidate who was expected to enter the final round, but he encountered the worst opponent.

No matter who it is, it can be seen: the woman named Suzi is too resistant to poison!

In addition, only the old cook demon Guo has an understanding of the power of the upgraded version of the fat mansion sad water ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he is too old, he has seen too much, and experienced too much Many, no matter what kind of skills have been experienced from opponents.

If he guessed right, it should be the same technique as Fang Xiandao, no, it should be said that it is the general cooking method of ‘Supplement’.

The cooking magic tradition originated from Tianzhu, imitating the unique cooking technique formed by the disaster that the gods disturbed the Buddha's enlightenment...

It seems simple, the materials used are not so magical, but the application method of the source quality is terrifying. Even a monk with a deep meditation, as long as a bowl of milk porridge falls into his belly, he will still be entangled by the original sin-like nature of birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, unwillingness, and blazing five Yin, and reveal his ugliness. Qiqi novel first published on the whole network

Qiqi novel first published on the whole network

Had it not been for the woman named Huaizhi Suzi who hadn't put on a monk's clothes during the showdown between the Demon Chefs, he would almost think it was the white lotus seed of this generation.

After all, the iconic style of that series of Kitchen Demon is to look safe and harmless, women should look more pure and pure, and men should be more herbivorous and herbivorous. Pretending is better than anyone else, but it's more poisonous than anyone when starting.

Losing to such an opponent, Shen Jinqing is not wronged.

At the beginning, it fell into the opponent's rhythm, and then was penetrated by the flaws in his heart, carried out enhanced special attacks, and completely collapsed completely within reason.

He had already lost half of the time when he had finished eating the iron cannon banquet when he was pregnant.

"Hoho, the younger generation is terrifying, the younger generation is terrifying."

The old chef demon smiled comfortedly, clapped his hands and encouraged, and praised like a kind old senior: "It's really terrifying!"

In this way, restraining the appetite and killing intent in the heart.

He squinted his eyes and left the second half of the sentence in his stomach.

This son, never stay...