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Special Yingzhou air-cooled soba noodles.

A stack of cold noodles and a bowl of dipping sauce 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, raised his head, looked at Huai Shi, and looked down at the plate in front of him.

"What's this?"

"Specially made Yingzhou wind cooling..."

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

Rao was a shameless person like Enrico, and he became angry at the food mixed with water: "Where is the buckwheat!"

"Forgot to put it."

Huai Shi is as calm as ever.

"Then why call it cold soba!"

"It's all said that it's specially made, are you annoying."

Huaizhi Suzi 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, and the content is the essence. You don't want to eat it for free, do you want it? Do I charge money?"

"Listen to me, people, you have to get a good meal to survive!

Only the dishes that are charged will be carefully crafted by the chef. Like this kind of free goods, it is just to attract customers to the store, turn consumers into commodities, and then sell membership cards and beverage service garbage at high prices. "

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

Ms. Zhizhi Suzi pinched off the cigarette, pressed her hands on the cooking table, moved forward, looked down at him, and gave a rude order: "Give me to eat, now, immediately!"

Seeing that pair of ferocious eyes, she could understand her anger almost the same as she felt, and at the same time, she felt the horror like an abyss.

Even Enrico couldn't help being stunned for a moment, feeling a bitter chill.

At the same time, there was a sudden in my heart.

This bowl must be eaten, no matter what is in it, it must be eaten...otherwise, it might really...be killed by this woman.

Hard, stiff and nodded.

So the killing intent disappeared without a trace, replaced by a flower-like smile, full of relief and satisfaction.

"That's right."

A pair of handy chopsticks were handed up, and they were opened for him intimately, put them into his hands, and told him: "Try it, 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 that was still air-conditioned, and the sauce without any intentions.

Sniffing the bleak, characteristic, and unpleasant taste, the first thought that emerged in his heart was not rejection.

But the helplessness of empathy.

"It's so shabby."

In this case, he couldn't help speaking out.

"Yeah, too shabby."

As Huai Shi said, he picked up the soup, and replaced him by stirring the macaroni in the pot to avoid sticking the pot. The movements were simple and neat, without any concealment, with a magnanimous posture that everyone could see, helping Enrico solve his worries. Qiqi novel first published on the whole network

Did not use any dirty means at all.

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

"No need."

Huai Shi turned her back to him and responded calmly: "It is shameful to waste food. Enrico, whether it is throwing away food or trampling food into trash maliciously, is an unforgivable behavior.

When you are wasting food, there are also people who have to rely on boiled noodles for three meals a day... Shabby is normal, it is better to say shabby is right.

Because you want to save money, because you want to put money on things that are more worth buying, in order to be able to live better in the future, so now I can only helplessly get rid of shabby.

Even if it was so humiliating, he was hesitant like a wild dog, and it didn't matter if everyone looked down on it. Living for better, not for mixing good things with rotten cheese. "

Huaizhi Suzi knocked on the soup, put it on the chopping board and looked back at Enrico.

And Enrico, who had already stirred up the first strand of vermicelli, after dipping it in water, put it in his mouth-as expected, there was no taste at all.

The noodles have been boiled.

It's not overheating, but this kind of cheap noodles is only this level.

When placed in the mouth, it spreads into a sticky ball, and tastes 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. It can be imagined that I am eating beef, lamb, and fish **** under the chopsticks.

But the imagination does not exist after all.

I just sit here and eat some noodles.

Therefore, what came out of my heart was a pang of panic and sadness.

Immediately after that, I felt the sourness in the dipping water and put too much vinegar. And there is no reconciliation at all, the acid is too much, and the recoil makes high-quality edible vinegar look like cheap sour water.

The tip of his nose twitched.

The noodles became difficult to swallow.

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

The salt in the crudely put in the condiments spread out, whipping the tip of the tongue, and the coarse salt grains on the **** and seaweed melted in the mouth and turned into lingering bitterness.

Almost penetrated into the soul.

The taste of the noodles became more embarrassing and disgusting, and I couldn't eat it!

But I can't spit it out.

It was as if an invisible force was forcing him to eat. It had to be eaten, no matter how bad it was. Otherwise, you will not survive.

Otherwise, you will starve to death.

The sorrow and bitterness spread rapidly, along with the batter, swallowed into his throat, with a faint tingling, making him take a deep breath.

It is mustard.

The mustard choked him.

Red eyes.

Inhale frantically, turn your head away, and sneezed a huge sneeze, almost crying.

How many years hasn't been so embarrassed?

This familiar bitterness and sorrow, as well as the pain of the lungs, every bite is like eating dirt and stones, the body is resisting, and the throat is resisting.

But still must eat...

Must eat it!

Otherwise, everything is over.

In the trance, a mocking voice sounded again.

"What's the matter? Enrico? Is that what he was able to talk about before?" The old man mocked coldly and drove people impatiently: "If you can't hold it, please leave my kitchen. Don't die in the sacred kitchen, and I don't need such waste here!"

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

Enrico gritted his teeth, holding back his tears, got up from the ground, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the blurred figure of the old man: "I can still eat, I can continue!"

Then continue.

Continue to eat bitter medicine and **** food until there is no cure.

Contains humiliation and pain.

Can hard work and reluctance get results? Can we usher in a glorious future? Or is it possible to modify the shameful past? Those contemptuous eyes, and the indifference from the closest person?

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

Recalling the scars left by the closest person.

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

Go ahead, go as far as you can.

To study hard and painstakingly, I don't know how many days and nights of torment and hard work, I can't get recognition, I can't see hope. Instead, he pushed into the abyss of despair time and time again.

Father, what should I do to be satisfied with you?

Defeat you? I have done it.

I have defeated countless people.

Rely on the only effort you can do.

But why don't you give me a look? Isn't it just a glance?

In the hard swallowing, the coldness gradually spread, swallowing his body, occupying his consciousness, and even freezing his soul.

As if to take away all the heat.

This is the cold water noodles specially made based on the suffering and pain of a long time.

Looking forward without hope, running numbly and fear of hesitation. Those things spread out with the chewing, entangled in Enrico's lungs.

This is not a poison, nor is it a curse, it's just what I have personally experienced...despair!

The despair of the seventeen-year-old Huai Shi.

There is no end in sight, no boundary, no way out, and there is no salvation from the sky... Enrico has been lost in this cold, full of sourness and bitterness, unable to extricate himself.

In the violent panting, I couldn't help shaking.

The breath that he exhaled became a white mist that lost its temperature.

Those mocking voices, disgusting eyes, and hostile expressions surrounded him, like straws accumulated on the back of a camel.

The more you remember, the more you can feel the pain and despair deep in your bones.

Looking back on the long career of forty years now, what remains is not a beautiful moment, but countless scars and ugly struggles with invisible end.

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

Give up everything.

But even if he became a cook demon, even if he won victory, the heart that was already cold could not get any satisfaction. No matter how subtle miracles and disasters are, they can't get even a trace of warmth from them.

No happiness.

At that moment, he woke up from sorrow, lowered his head, staring at the reflection in the water, his blue-purple face, suddenly muttered:

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

"Yes." Huai Shi nodded.

"...Why is this?" Enrico raised his head blankly and looked 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 pityingly, as if she was looking at the boy she used to think for a while, and said seriously: "It's probably the hit."

Click it.

The sound of breaking sounded.

From Enrico's hands.

The chopsticks were squeezed and broken into several knots. With such a huge force, it felt like he was about to squeeze his fingers.

From the bitter coldness, unspeakable anger burst out.

Because I saw Huai Shi's eyes, because I noticed those pitying eyes on the stands.

That's why I felt more and more pain.

It was so angry.

"Why look at me with such a poor sight!"

His complexion flushed, and he violently overturned the dining table in front of him, yelling at Huai Shi and the people on the stage: "I just want to be like you! Is this wrong!!!"

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

"But I'm thinking about it all my dreams!"

Enrico roared in grief: "I want to be as genius as you! As powerful as you! Is it useful if you want it!"

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

"You guys, just want to see me making a fool of yourself! Okay, do you want me to kneel!"

With unspeakable hatred, resentment, and despair, the man roared out of control, saliva almost came out of his mouth, shouting with all his strength, but he could no longer hold back his tears.

"I can, no matter how humble request I do."

"Please look at me, please!"

I forgot where it was, I forgot where I was, or even my enemy in front of me. He lay down on the ground embarrassedly, pleading embarrassedly.

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

He shed tears, choked, bowed his head, letting his tears and nose fall into the dust, like a wild dog hesitating, begging for charity and mercy.

I am eager to answer my doubts by the person in front of me.

Please teach me, Miss Huaizhi.

Please...help me.

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

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

With such a cold sentence, Huaizhi Suzi said softly, "Except for yourself, no one else can save you."

She raised her hand, grabbed the soup, picked up the boiling hollow noodles in the pot, put it in a bowl, drained, then skillfully stirred the sauce, and finally, turned out a piece of cheese from her cooking table. Melt, stir the sauce and pour evenly in a bowl.

Taking a deep breath, I felt the thick milky fragrance and the fresh sourness of tomatoes.

It is appetizing.

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

Set the table again, and then put a new bowl of macaroni and cheese in front of Enrico: "This is not magic cooking, but the skills I learned from my elders. It may not be too delicious, but it's sad. At that time, it’s always right to eat something high in calories."

She picked up the fork, passed it, and smiled brilliantly:

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

"..."

Full? eat? Eat this kind of casual concoction?

In the silence, the dumb Enrico picked up the fork, lowered his head, glanced at the macaroni in front of him, and felt the warmth and sweetness that he had never felt before.

Boring, is there any value in this kind of meaningless cooking?

Even though he thought so, his body couldn't help but fork a piece.

Put it in your mouth.

The sticky cheese flows on the tip of the tongue, bringing a thick milky aroma. The sweet and sour ketchup is diffused, and together with the noodles, it turns into a gentle warmth and spreads in the lungs.

Can’t help but take a deep breath, forgetting my embarrassment and despair,

Fork a piece again, chewing, forgetting the pain and sourness, and 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 took the big bowl in his hand.

Can't wait to bury it directly in the bowl.

Recklessly gluttonous.

With this rare warmth, he swallowed all pain and coldness into his abdomen, completely, unable to stop.

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

Enrico habitually picked up the spoon, but he was stunned when he saw the empty bottom of the pot. After a long time, his shoulders shook, as if laughing.

Laughed at himself.

Put down the clean as new tableware in his hands.

He bowed his head and thanked the woman smiling in front of him.

"Is it easier?" Huai Shi 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 raised his head and said: "Moreover, I don't plan to continue to be a cook."

The speech that seemed like a shock to the world broke the silence in the arena, making everyone in the audience dull and open their mouths in disbelief.

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

Farewell to the sea of ​​suffering that has been entangled for a lifetime.

Enrico laughed, calm and soft, no longer seeing any pain or hesitation.

"Is it really so decided?" Huai Shi asked curiously.

Enrico nodded.

"That's right."

He nodded in agreement and couldn't help but patted his shoulder: "There are many choices in life. If it is painful, it doesn't matter if you don't be a cook. However, in the future, you have to work harder... I suggest you find one first. Girlfriend, let’s start."

"Please bypass me for this."

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

"Then, thank you for your hospitality!"

Huaizhi Mozi slowly got up, smiled happily at him, waved goodbye, hummed a song, turned and left.

In this way, in the deadly silence, the second showdown between the cooking monsters ended here.

The final result is beyond doubt!

——Precious paper element, win!

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At this moment, when everyone in the meeting room stared at the face that was so beautiful that it was so beautiful, they all felt a chill and horror from the heart.

In just twenty minutes, two dishes, one of which is not even a magic cooking...

In this way, it was easy for a kitchen demon who had experienced many battles to give up all the pursuits of her first half of her life, and willingly drowned in the warmth she created.

Incomprehensible and unbelievable.

But the fact is just before everyone's eyes, along with the huge fear and shadow.

The entire arena seemed to be shrouded in that petite and slender figure, making it hard for them to breathe.

"This is... a real thing, a'devil'."

In the long silence, only Guo Shouque's unreserved praise and appreciation, accompanied by weird and sharp laughter, echoed in everyone's hearts.哽噺繓赽奇奇 Novels|w~w~

That's right, besides the ‘devil’, what else can manipulate human will to such an extent?

At that moment, no one had any doubts about the information sent by Tomorrow's News.

The decapitated witch, paper element!

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That was half an hour ago.

Just when the game just started, Maki heard a voice coming from her side.

Seems familiar.

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

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

To be precise, it is a samurai samurai.

That is the man who has the highest voice among the candidates for the head of the family, and the adopted son of the previous generation of heads ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ see Jiujing. At the same time, he is also Maki's nominal cousin.

Subconsciously, Maki shrank back a bit, while the crow who remained beside her raised his scarlet eyes and looked towards Jiujin, ferocious and hungry.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything rude. Anyway, Maki, you are also my blood relative. Didn't you call my brother when you were young?"

Satomi Jiujin smiled lightly and pointed to the chair next to him: "Can I sit down? I have something to say."

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

So, sitting still for a long time, sitting tightly, with a meticulous attitude. Without any coercion or harshness, just like a conversation between brothers and sisters, calmly asked:

"Maki, your collaborator... is Kohaku?"

"..."

Maki stiffened all over.

I don't know how to respond, whether it should be an agreement or a rebuttal, or silence.

"This is not such a secret thing. After all, your agent, the Suzi lady, and Amber have shown a close relationship in public. It is actually very simple to guess."

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

Maki was stunned, her eyes widened from start to finish, without any leisure time to relax.

"Although part of the selfishness is 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 and have a good chat with you."

Satomi Jiujin thought for a while, and after a moment of silence, he told her: "Although it is abrupt to say that, I think it's best to be frank when you show your intentions at first.

Therefore, I will not hide anything. "

He said, "Maki, please break the covenant with Kohaku."