Apocalyptic Forecast

"It's oil."

Goblin smiled and continued stuttering: "I used and used 沲 水 油, I used green hair poison wine hook, blended 沲 水 油!"

In a flash, the judges were stunned, immediately amazed, and applauded.

"Great match!"

"Excellent taste!"

"It can be said that the intentions are good!"

Soon, the judges put down the empty bowl, wiped their mouths, and then glanced at each other. The hippo said, "Unfortunately, it failed!"

The skinny man raised his hand, "Three points."

One-eyed tentacle monster raised the sign: "Quarter."

The pale translucent Banshee shook her head: "Two points."

A majestic black figure sitting at the end made a thick voice: "One point."

With a perfect score system, no referee gave a passing score.

"No, maybe!"

Goblin shook his head dullly, staggering back: "I, I, I ..."

"I know what you want to ask, why do we just give good reviews, right?" Hippo casually took a silk scarf and wiped the white fungus fragments on the front teeth, spit casually: "Very simple, because you use The materials are all of the best grade, and it can be seen that for a large price, the cookery reluctantly said ... pass it.

Anyway, as long as the materials are good enough, any broken cooking skills can be done almost the same, but one thing, you don't have any at all. "Hippo raised a finger and said abruptly:" In your food, I can't feel your heart! "

He said, "You have no heart in your cooking!"

"Fuck, let go, fart!"

Goblin was furious and couldn't accept this nonsense excuse. He climbed up on the table and pointed at the hippo's face and scolded: "Why, what a shit! What a shit! What a bad meal, don't the chef feel bad Will the taste be different! "

"Stupid."

"shallow!"

"Poor ..."

The judges were not furious, but looked at Goblin with pity, just like the frog at the bottom of the well.

At the end, the mysterious black figure made a cold voice: "Too stupid, clinging to appearance, but ignoring the essence ... I ask you, what is so-called food?"

Goblin froze.

"There is only one answer."

Black Shadow raised a finger: "Food is the basis of survival, the demand of all living things, the innate need and inalienable part of life!

Because of this, it is endowed with many values ​​and many expectations! "

The dark shadow sounded like thunder: "If tasting good food is the innate desire of all living things, then the dark cuisine required by the kitchen demon contest is the most primitive, oldest and cruelest malicious essence!"

"Did we need a processor like a cook? Do you only know the machine that follows the recipes step by step?"

Black Shadow looked around and asked back, and in the roar of the audience, he said aloud: "What we are waiting for is the essence of this disaster and despair! What we desire is to let us chew Demon cooking in full play! "

"--And you, failed!"

Under the shadow of the shadow, Goblin knelt down on the ground with a pale face, but he still couldn't be reconciled: "I'm not convinced! Why do I say that my cooking is not hearty!"

He was so angry that he stuttered, "I'm not convinced!"

Black Shadow waved his hand slightly, indicating that the guard on the court retreated aside.

Soon, an indifferent attendant came up and put down a plate.

"This is the surplus left by the last round of contestants. If you really have the heart of a chef, try it!"

Goblin froze for a long time, looking at the broken chocolate layer in front of him. It was unbelievable, and he couldn't understand how this kind of thing would surpass his own work.

But when he reached out and pinched a piece of debris and put it in the mouth, he was stunned.

The pale face turned into a turquoise.

Unbelievable.

If he was struck by lightning, he seemed to have realized something suddenly.

In the dullness, leaving a line of **** tears.

"Why?" He shouted in the sky: "Why is my son not my own! Where can I not compare to the goblin next door ... God, why!"

With **** tears in his mouth, he cried, choked, and suddenly pulled off his belt, wrapped it around the fence, and kicked himself up.

It didn't take long to stop moving.

died.

Huaishi looked at it all dullly and saw the remaining layer of chocolate on the floor, and couldn't help but take a breath.

Are your chefs in the dark cooking world so powerful?

I'm afraid it's not bright, but I can extend my life!

But in an instant, he froze for a moment and reacted again.

Wait, longevity?

Isn't this alchemy?

In other words ...

In an instant, his eyes lit up.

While in the audience, the crow couldn't help shaking his head and sighed: "It's only now that it's reacting, how slow is this child's nerves?"

That's right, in this so-called culinary contest, the foods that are ugly are just appearances.

The real essence of competition is the maliciousness and darkness of the cook.

Call it the "dark cooking world", it's truly deserved!

In this respect, your negative energy creation machine ... should be like a fish getting water!

As time passed slowly, fifteen minutes passed.

The contestants submitted their works one after another, either successfully promoted, or were swept out of the door in disappointment, to meet the consequences of failure.

Gradually, to the end, there was only Huai poems standing before the iron pot.

In the impatient voice of the audience, Huai Shi lifted the lid of the pot, picked up the colander and picked up all the boiled taro **** in it, poured it on the ice cube, and then moved a large ice cube out of the refrigerator, spreading his hands, Grabbed two kitchen knives and chopped.

The roar was even suppressed by the audience's inverted color.

When countless broken ice crystals flew, four ice bowls of uniform size remained in place.

The ice powder chopped into powder was piled on the chopping board to form a hill.

Hippo couldn't help but laugh: "Little young has a sense of ritual."

"Anyway, it's the end of failure." The skinny man withdrew his eyes with no interest: "Smoothie is nothing new."

Almost stepping on the countdown bell, Huai Shi stole the smoothie, put the taro balls, and then sprinkled with cream, chocolate sauce, and matcha powder.

Four bowls of cool smoothies are ready.

Before the judges.

The Banshee looked at him coldly: "Little devil, if you are counting on the tricky knife technique to get a place, you can go in the wrong place ... Pretend to be so long, and bring a bowl of bad stuff up, just Do n’t try to score. "

"Be restless."

Huai Shi took a step back and smiled: "It has not been injected into the soul ..."

With that, Huaishi's right arm was raised in front of his chest, and his index finger and ring finger were gently rubbed. He twisted his fingertips like a dance and gently rubbed his fingertips. A ray of gray dust fell from the fingertips.

The gesture was holy as if praying.

In the stunned eyes of the judges, the ash robbed his elbows and evenly spread on the smoothie.

In an instant, silently submerged in the layers of frost, as if disappeared.

But in an instant, everyone can feel-this bowl of smoothies is different!

It's like having a soul!

"Blessed Smoothie, please."

Huai Shi smiled and said with his hand.

Hippo was shocked for a moment. Soon, he frowned, picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of smoothie, and delivered it to his mouth. His expression was dull and looking forward.

Soon, he reacted and picked up the smoothie bowl directly, frantically gluttonous, and in the end, even stuffed the bowl into his mouth, chewing crunchyly.

The crisp taste and impactful taste instantly spread throughout the venue with the synchronization of taste.

There was no more hustle and bustle.

Everyone stayed in place.

It seems to be frozen.

His face became turquoise, his body twitched violently, and at the end, he gradually lost his blood color, as if he had lost strength and tiredness in the long ascetic and labor.

"This is ... this is ..."

For a long time, the hippo slowly raised his head, and there was a tear in his eyes: "Ah, this cold shock and full of maliciousness, the frustration and sorrow that cannot be escaped ... Like the endless overtime and hard work, in the self In the fake chicken blood that was born by deception, the body was gradually hollowed out ... but a wonderful sense of happiness emerged in my heart. "

He picked up the napkin, slowly wiped the corners of his eyes, restored calm, and judged from the heart:

"excellent!"

"Pure despair and malice! What a pure heart!"

The skinny man ate a bite and did n’t eat anymore, but his eyes seemed to ignite with excitement, which made people shudder: "Ah, it seems to be able to see a 996 office worker return home and see strange men lying It ’s the same in my wife ’s bed! From anger to exhaustion, to the end, I chose to forgive ... I actually felt a sense of relief like 'Isn't this good?'

The banshee leaned in front of the ice bowl and took a deep breath, then shuddered as if sipping medicine.

The ice bowl melts silently into water.

"Oh oh, this kind of happiness that overflows directly from the chef's heart is so nostalgic!" She pursed her lips: "The frost was subtly diluted by frost, but it made this happiness become. Even longer ... Yes, this kind of satisfaction is worthy of the name of blessing. Although the technique is naive, this creativity is amazing. "

In the long silence, only the last chewing sound came.

The huge dark shadow was tasting Huai Shi's dishes without any hassle, spoon by spoon, slow and smooth, and at the end, he gently put down the bowl.

After pointing out Goblin's flaws till now ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ he finally made a sound.

Only one word.

"can."

Four score cards are raised.

Seven points, seven points, eight points, six points.

Preliminary round, pass!

A new name appeared on the list of the top 16 again.

Huai Shi, advance!

"Insufficient hospitality!"

Huai Shi took off his apron, turned to the lounge with a smile.

Unlike the daze and anxiety fifteen minutes ago, at this moment, his heart is full of peace and confidence. If it is to be expressed in words, then it can be summed up!

——Chef King, I ’m set!