Apocalyptic Forecast

At the moment, the arena is deadly silent.

Everyone held their breath and looked straight at the two people facing each other on the stage. When the mountains and rivers are exhausted, who will have the last laugh?

"Can you move, Miss Paper."

Guo Shouque took the lead to ask, examining Huai Shi's pale face, "Can you still stand up? Do you still have the confidence that you will win once?"

"Of course--"

Huai Shi replied with the words he used to say: "Is there anyone who will be fooled by the way you work in the outside world?"

"Even if they are strong outsiders, they are just each other, right?"

Guo Shouque shook his head unequivocally, "The chef demon showdown, but it's very cruel, Miss Huaizhi. Even if I know my weaknesses, I succeeded in driving me to the weakest desperate situation, but do you still have the strength to make cooking Is there enough power to defeat me?"

As he said.

Huai Shi has reached its limit today.

Two consecutive super-level works were produced, and they were suppressed and corroded by the two consecutive ones too firmly. The divinity of his own lifelessness has expanded to the edge of precariousness.

If you don't look for opportunities to rest and wait for this groundless miracle to gradually dissipate, Huai Shi's self will probably be dissolved by the divinity represented by Huaizhi, and completely disappear in this world.

This is the cruelty of the Chef Demon duel.

When you see the hope that represents the end, you may have exhausted your energy in the long run, unable to cross the last cruel distance.

Falling silently into the darkness.

But the premise of this hypothesis is that Huai Shi really ran out of strength and could not get up again, and fell in front of the end.

He waited for so long, trying all his energy and effort, isn't it just for the moment that is the closest to victory?

How can it end here?

At that moment, Miss Huaizhi raised her eyes, and her smile became playful and happy.

"It's ok."

She said, "I don't need to do it anymore."

Because the final work was placed on the stove as early as the start of the competition!

At this moment, behind Huai Shi, on the cooking table, the mouthful was added with clear water from the beginning of the game and placed in a pot boiled over the fire, and there was a low boiling sound.

The hot water mist slowly rose from under the pot cover, filled the air, but could not smell any expected aroma.

Plain and moist, filling the tip of the nose.

It is refreshing and curious.

The final work is complete.

This is Huai Shi’s scheming preparations from the beginning, hiding in the blind spot of Guo Shouque’s perspective, and ultimately offering the enemy a lore.

It only takes the last straw to crush the camel.

Everything in front is just for this moment.

This time, when Huai Shi supported her body and lifted the lid, no dazzling light gushed out from it. Only the moist heat tossed, bringing bursts of implicit warmth.

There is not the slightest taste, nor the slightest miracle.

It's just... a pot of pure boiling water!

Everyone got up subconsciously and watched carefully, but no matter how they looked, they could only come to one conclusion-no condiments, no processing, and no changes.

This is a pot of boiled water!

Now, the water in the pot is almost boiled, only a large bowl is left.

When poured into the bowl in front of Guo Shouque, the face full of cracks revealed an indescribable blankness and sluggishness, and immediately felt the unprecedented absurdity.

"what is this?"

Guo Shouque's shoulders trembled, he laughed, showing his missing teeth: "Is the lore you call this pot of boiled water? No, you can also say... Is it the old favorite boiled cabbage?"

"Sorry, there is no such thing as cabbage in the ingredients."

Huai Shi stretched out her hand and picked out the soup bag from the bottom of the pot that was still exuding hot high temperature. After weighing it in her hand, she threw it on the table and there was a clear and heavy voice.

It was like a collision of heavy objects.

The opening of the soup bag filter bag is off the line, and the hidden material rolls out, with beautiful or simple textures, rolling on the smooth tabletop, revealing one's own face.

stone.

"Have you seen it?" Huai Shi smiled, "At best, it's just a few stones, don't be surprised."

This is the decisive dish of Huai Zhi Mo Zi.

Stone and boiling water, a pot of soup made with stones.

In the long silence, Guo Shouque didn't speak, or even any unhappiness or anger, just stretched out his hand to lift the boiled water in the bowl.

Sniffing this enthusiasm, the signs of anxiety in my heart became stronger and stronger.

"I'm afraid... more than just stones, right?"

He stared at the hot water in the bowl, his dark eyes contracted slightly and his expression became meaningful.

"Drinking more boiled water is good for your body, isn't it?"

Huai Shi sat across from him, staring into his eyes, and solemnly told him: "Guo Shouque, this is the final work I made for you.

Now it’s up to you—"

Guo Shouque lowered his eyes and did not hesitate.

He picked up the bowl, swallowed the hot water in it, not afraid of the hot temperature.

What is staggering is that the hot water that has just boiled for a while, after the entrance, it does not look hot at all, nor is it cold, but with a comforting warmth, the curls of heat spread from the mouth to the nasal cavity , The breathing became smooth in an instant.

Refreshing.

But the taste is exactly the same as expected.

Tasteless!

This is obviously just a bowl of boiling water, how could it have any other taste?

However, after the second bite was swallowed, a strange taste emerged in the faint taste, a little bit, but the taste was too thin to distinguish.

It just feels, so familiar...

Is it the smell of stone? Is it the smell of boiling water? Or something else?

His movements paused for a moment, carefully distinguishing, but he could not find the origin of the taste from the subtle bitterness brought by the stone and the lack of boiling water.

It's as if the taste comes from yourself!

"It is said that long, long ago."

On the opposite side of the cooking table, Huai Shi picked up the stewed stone on the table, looked at the fine texture on it, and whispered: "There is an old monk with three young monks and came to a small town."

"The old monk's name is Kong and the young monk's name is Fu Lu Shou."

"They went all the way over the mountains, and when they came here, they were hungry, thirsty and hungry. But everyone in the town had their doors closed, clear and cold, and no one was willing to give alms."

"Then the old monk said to the little monk-tell these kind people that we are newcomers and we have no longevity, so we can only cook a pot of stone soup as a gift for everyone."

"Everyone is curious about how the stone makes the soup, so everyone in the third and outer layers surrounded it. Seeing the old monk lit the firewood, he put the stone in the water urn and boiled the water."

Huai Shi’s gaze rose from the stone and fell on Guo Shouque’s face: “At this time, the old monk said, it’s a pity that there is no salt, otherwise the stone soup will be more delicious. At this time, someone with good deeds volunteered to take it out. My own salt—"

No one talks anymore.

The plot behind this story no longer needs to be said.

If there is no salt, add salt, if there is no pepper, add pepper. If it feels better to have meat, why not put it in?

All the people in the town gave a small part of this pot of stone soup.

In the end everyone tasted the wonderful taste that they had never quoted.

"Stones have no value, Guo Shouque."

Huai Shi declared in a low voice, "You need to put the materials for this soup yourself."

Now, please put yourself in this empty stone soup and put something that can beat you!

Using the purest stone and white water as the material, in the long night of thinking, countless attempts and practice in the book of destiny, and finally completed this pot of pure stone soup.

This is Huai Shi's winning work!

It doesn't matter even if it is indifferent, everything has to be experienced from scratch.

After a long boil, Huai Shi has pushed the stone to the top of the mountain.

As long as you accidentally inject something into it and break this fragile balance, the stone will be like rolling down from the top of a mountain, with an unstoppable roar and roar that will smash everything.

At the moment of curiosity, the next development is already destined.

No matter what is invested in it, it will reach the ‘destination’ carefully preset by Huai Shi.

In the end, what Guo Shouque got from it was the most remote, thinnest, and most cruel miracle in the world.

That is what Huai Shi has devoted to countless painful pursuits in the past eighteen years, and has been searching since its birth, still unable to grasp and own.

——An illusion named happiness.

At this moment, the faint stone soup in his mouth was stained with memories.

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The stone soup in his mouth changed rapidly and became cold. In the end, it turned into unexpected poison and slashed into his throat.

This familiar feeling of tingling and consternation pulled him, flew back along the time, and fell into the deepest part of the memory.

Back when he thought he was the closest to perfection and the strongest.

Back, the day he was completely defeated by his own students!

The work I am most proud of will do my best to defeat myself without mercy, from cold dishes to platter, from soup pot to roasting, from inside to outside...

When his most trusted student sounded the horn of rebellion, he ushered in defeat when he was the strongest!

Since when did that child grow up to be an adult?

He felt puzzled from the bottom of his heart: Since when did the kid's game play surpass himself? Is it because of aging? Or is it because of your own laziness?

Not right.

It's just because that kid is stronger than he thought...better than himself!

That's it.

At this moment, Guo Shouque's destiny as Yifang Cooking Demon came to an end.

Now, the cooking demon who unknowingly turned from a boy to a man, thinking of Guo Shouque, who was wandering in anger, came step by step. Kneeling on the ground, bowing his head, facing him, paying respects. The fastest update of Qiqi novel https://m.qq*717^m.q^q717.c^om/

Heartfelt compliments and gratitude.

"Thank you for taking care of me for so many years, teacher, thank you for your kind teaching, and thank you for your trust in me." He whispered goodbye: "But, I don't want to follow your arrangements and become a cook."

When he raised his head, an unprecedented look appeared in his eyes, and solemnly and solemnly told the old man in front of him: "Besides cooking, there are more important things to do in this world."

Just looking at that innocent look, Guo Shouque couldn't help feeling sad for him from the bottom of his heart.

For his innocence, but also for his weakness.

Didn't he know that as long as he was still alive, he would never be able to avoid the fate of Yi Ya Chu Mo?

"Stupid, so stupid, I will... revenge on you at all costs, idiot!"

He widened his eyes and exhausted all his strength to scold him: "Do you want people to know... that you are a student of Guo Shouque's teaching outside of the evil spirit!"

"why!"

He asked angrily, "Why didn't you kill me?"

In the long silence, only the sound of rain outside the house.

The man just kneeled on the ground and looked at him quietly, his smile gradually becoming gentle.

"Does that still need to be asked, Master?"

He bent down and hugged the old man in front of him unsuspectingly, even if what he was hiding was the last blow of the dead fish, he must tell him the answer:

"Because I respect and love you more than cooking and everything in this world~www.wuxiaspot.com~."

What is that stupid thing?

It will only make people laugh!

Are you really the student I taught?

Are you really, Yifang Chef Demon? !

At that moment, countless sullen and vicious words appeared in his mind accompanied by anger, unable to use words to criticize his funny and ridiculous, nor to correct the students' innocence and stupidity.

But now, at this moment, even if only in retrospect, Guo Shouque couldn't help but want to... smile.

happy.

If there is such a moment, if you have ever achieved happiness, it must be at that moment?

When being hugged by that child, he felt that even failure was no longer important. When he was sure that his respect and love came from the heart, what he felt was the supreme joy and happiness.

Why does even oneself become so stupid?

Guo Shouque didn't know, but it was just memories that made him feel fulfilled, and let him realize what the so-called happiness is, and he couldn't give up.

He was drunk in this fleeting and unspeakable sweetness, and he didn't want to wake up again.

Wandering again and again.

Even if it dissipates so quickly, it becomes so indifferent when it leaves.

Until the last ray of warmth fell into the throat.

This short dream disappeared completely.

Guo Shouque lowered his head blankly and stared at the empty bottom of the bowl, as if petrified.

In the dead silence, only muddy drops of water fell into it.

There was a fine echo.

Above the stands, everyone froze in place, their eyes widened, unbelievable the scene they saw, and unbelievable...

Until the rickety old man finally lifted his face, showing the embarrassing wet marks on his cheeks.

Tears.