Apocalyptic Forecast

Ten minutes have passed.

From the start of the game to the present, Guo Shouque remained motionless.

Can't even hear the sound of breathing.

It was as if there was not an old ghost whose hair and eyebrows were about to fall out, but an ugly and ugly piece of rotten wood.

Just outside the opponent's counter.

So an eye-catching.

He just lowered his head and watched Jonny's cooking table intently, carefully examining every tool, watching his every movement and step, and his squinted eyes opened wide, full of curiosity and expectation.

In that way, it was like a child who came to school for the first time.

Everything feels great and everything feels novel.

This one is great, that one is great, and everything is great. Is there anything amazing? Take it out quickly, take it out quickly and show me!

Obviously expressing his admiration so frankly, but so... unpleasant!哽噺繓赽奇奇 Novels|w~w~

After the cooking table, the brutal hostility became more fierce.

Jonny stared silently at Guo Shouque, the blue veins on his sturdy arms collapsed, pressed against the cooking table, bent down, and looked down at him: "Old ghost, what are you looking at?"

"Look at you."

Guo Shouque answered without embarrassment: "I'm observing my opponent, looking for your omissions... But to be honest, your basic skills are perfect, and there are no omissions in all the ingredients handling. It's amazing!

Mr. Gu Zhijian, you must have gone through countless trials, right? I can see that every movement that does not require thinking, and skillful technique, must be obtained after an unknown number of repeated training. In addition to this amazing talent, your hard work and hard work are far above me! "

"The fighting spirit belonging to young people is really terrifying..."

collapse!

The roar broke out suddenly.

On the cooking table, countless tools and ingredients suddenly soared, and then fell hurriedly.

Because a palm with blue veins has left deep cracks on the chopping board.

"Speaking, are you finished?"

Jonny Goo Zhijian raised his head and asked coldly.

"Well, that's it."

"Since you like to watch it, watch it, old ghost."

Jonny bent down, leaned closer, grinned, and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter what tricks and tricks you use to destroy my ingredients and interfere with my production. But it won't change the result, because your tricks like you It won't have any influence on me!"

He retracted his gaze, lowered his head, one by one, abandoning the hideous turkey in his hand, skillfully bleeding, splitting, and orderly. Not afraid of the other party stealing his own skills, or even afraid that the other party will spoil his own food when he is not paying attention.

Let Guo Shouque be there, chattering endlessly.

The expression was indifferent.

Without the slightest irritation, he already seemed to be integrated with concrete, steel, lime, etc., and turned into an artificial iron stone statue.

Even if the sky and the earth were torn apart, there wouldn't be the slightest shake.

Since the age of eight, as a despised illegal immigrant, he has been pushing a dining car, walking around the streets with his master, wandering between the slums and business districts, avoiding searches by the Food Administration and police chase, gangsters Extortion, the exclusion of peers. Endure, adapt, and then transform in countless malicious environments, and ultimately dominate! The fastest updated novels https://

In the roaring and scorching steel mills, in the dusty production workshops, in the noisy and chaotic slums, beside the mosquito-flying garbage dumps... From the deepest roots in Detroit, it is this swiftness that was born. , Fast, high-calorie industrial cooking without any flaws!

For him, Guo Shouque's off-board tricks can't even match the sound of flying flies!

After just a few minutes, all the ingredients have been processed.

It's production time...

Without any protection, the palm of that hand pulled up the red pot lid.

The thin and pitiful temperature can't even penetrate the thick calluses, and the moment the lid is opened, the terrifying ocean tide engulfed the entire arena.

It was so pungent, so rich, and that kind of violent spread on the tip of everyone's nose, making their eyes widened in disbelief.

Is that... oil?

Huai Shi took a deep breath and finally determined: This is indeed engine oil! Now all that is boiling in that huge oil pan is engine oil!

Can smell the smell, but can't help but take a deep breath.

I feel a burst of joy of not knowing how to speak.

Even if I know that it is so pungent and unhealthy, but I can't help but want to breathe more and feel this sudden stimulation and invigoration.

The rough smell lingering on the tip of the nose gradually decomposed and became sweet.

Like flowers and grass, like trees, like agarwood, it interprets a completely different smell in the drift.

It's fascinating.

At the same time, it's hard to endure hunger and thirst.

It wasn't until Huaishi stretched out her hand and forced Zhenxi to press on the chair, she realized that she didn't know when she had stood up, became hungry, and couldn't help but want to rush forward.

Indulging in the smell of motor oil, it is difficult to extricate myself.

Consciousness has begun to fade.

When Huai Shi's five fingers clenched, and when the palm was expanded again, a small amount of robbery appeared and poured directly into her nose.

Smelling the ash, refreshing and refreshing.

In an instant, as the pure negative source quality spread, Maki's eye sockets turned red, and she didn't know what sorrowful past was recalled, and tears flowed out.

Also wasted a piece of paper towel Huai Shi.

After crying for a long time, I finally realized: "What's wrong with me? I just..."

Miss Huaizhi sighed and took out her mobile phone to show her.

[Organic solvent addiction]

This is a certain inclination that most people have innate, and even they have not even noticed it.

Motor oil, rosin, turpentine, paint, coating...

Faced with this volatile substance, it is clearly pungent, and I know it is bad for the body, but I just want to smell it, and even if I imagine a similar smell, there will be a kind of hunger that only smokers can experience. Thirst.

There are even serious people who will be intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

This is already an addiction like tobacco or alcohol.

The taste alone makes ordinary people suffer from symptoms of poisoning and addiction. As a cook, Jonny’s skill is admirable and admirable.

And now, Jonny lifted the condiment bucket, handful, handful, and handful, covering a lot of spices on the prepared ingredients.

Rubbing it lightly, his hands burst out with the terrifying power of a cement stirring rod, kneading the spices into the raw turkey meat.

"Oh?"

Guo Shouque raised his eyebrows: "Young man, don't you plan to use engine oil to blow up?"

"Can't it work?"

Jonny grinned and smiled mockingly: "The blood of industry is motor oil. And the king of motor oil is Exxon! What I prepared for everyone today is the signature dish in industrial cuisine, the Exxon fried chicken set meal!"

With his movements, all the ingredients fell into the boiling pot.

In an instant, a loud, boiling noise burst out, and a large amount of black smoke rose up, raging to the surroundings. The chemical reaction was normal, and the chicken that surrendered from the engine oil exuded a frantic scent, blended into the pungent engine oil smell, forming a mist, and instantly enveloped the entire venue.

The unique rich aroma of fried food and the allure of the pungent motor oil are integrated, and when they overlap each other, they burst out ten times more infectious.

Even Huai Shi couldn't help but want to praise such an ingenious creativity.

The wisps of darkness spread from the side of Miss Huaizhi, vaguely shrouded Maki in it, isolating her inside. If ordinary people smell this, I am afraid they will become crazy gluttons like zombies in an instant, right?

High-fat, high-calorie food is the most essential requirement for every life to maintain.

The desire has been carved into human genes, cells, and origins since primitive times.

No matter how unhealthy it is for modern people, it is an out-and-out gospel for those who have been hungry for years in the past!

Two-pronged approach!

The essential attraction brought by the high-calorie fried food, as well as the magical temptation radiated by the engine oil, are combined to form a projection of a huge city in the spreading black smoke.

It is a city-state shrouded in haze, coal ash, and the roar of mechanical operation all the year round, the brilliant production pearl of the Americas, belongs to Detroit, belongs to the brilliance of industry!

Here, it is true that it has turned into a stage for industrial cooking, and everything is under Jonny's control!

When the golden chicken is picked up from the oil pan, it glows with golden glitter.

In an instant, after row after row of fried things had been drained of the oil powder, wrapped in the pungent fragrance, they arrived on the chopping board.

Chicken legs, chicken wings, chicken breasts, chicken hearts, chicken fillets... chicken burgers!

Under Jonnie's swift and precise movements like an assembly line, huge cardboard boxes were loaded one after another and arranged in a row.

This is by no means a portion that can be eaten by one person

"Did you still make such a share?"

Guo Shouque looked up in amazement, and a bit of bitterness appeared on his wrinkled face: "My old bone ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can't be finished, it's too mean, right?"

"Don't worry, if you want to defeat an old thing like you, you don't need that dirty method."

Jonny Gou Zhijian tilted his head, lit the cigarette, shaking the ashes casually: "The workers' tempers are very bad, worse than your old stuff.

Rude, irritable, loudly speaking and not knowing to give up, after a day's work, hungry... Don't let such guests wait for a long time, and don't let such workers come home disappointed.

The essence of industrial cooking is absolute output, absolute standards, and absolute satisfaction! "

As he said, he grinned, looked at the surrounding stage, and said provocatively: "I made ten servings today! Friends who are interested can come to the stage to get it by themselves later... but it won’t taste good after the cool down. what."

With that said, Jonny held a cigarette in his hand, picked up a huge paper box bigger than Guo Shouque’s head, and sent it to him: "Please, old ghost, before dying, taste the new The skills of the times!"

In the carton, there is a dazzling array of fried things, and even a large bottle of iced happy water is included.

This is totally enough for the whole family of three to eat for a whole day, a huge Exxon chicken set meal!

Guo Shouque raised the paper box, looked down at the heat bombs in the box, and pondered for a long time.

"Afraid?" Jonny sneered mockingly.

"No, just curious, young man..."

Guo Shouque stretched out his hand, grabbed a chicken leg larger than his face, leaned closer, looked closely, and couldn't help but laugh softly: "Although I can't keep up with the old things of the times, I can at least distinguish clearly. ...What kind of fried chicken is this?"

He laughed, piercing Jonny’s disguise, making his smile stiff for a moment:

"——This is obviously tempura!"