Apocalyptic Forecast

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

　　 Everyone can'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's water... But what is it doing?"

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

　　水剪り.

　　 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.

　　 was first used on sake, and later when foreign alcohol 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 water cut."

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

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

　　 water cut sake, even water cut whiskey, what kind of new kind of matryoshka do you put here?

　　 "Besides, the cup...should be pure water, right? Where did so many bubbles come from without adding any carbon dioxide? It always feels very bad."

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

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

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

　　 Countless question marks popped up from everyone's foreheads.

　　What the hell?

　　 boiled cabbage?

　　 I have a problem or you have a problem?

　　 Do you Dongxia people like to chat with others when they 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, if you boil the cabbage, what about the boiling water?"

　　 Old Kitchen Demon Guo shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.

　　 "What about the 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.

　　 wrote the introduction intimately.

　　 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 　　 was pasted, Miss Huaizhi smiled, pointed to the cup, toward Shen Jinqing.

　　Holy expectation.

　　 please, friend.

　　どうぞ、どうぞ……

　　 And Shen Jinqing was silent, sitting on the chair, dumbfounded.

　　 seemed to finally wake 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, his eyes widened and his complexion pale.

　　 "Stop kidding, hold paper!"

　　Fukajinqing 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 angry scolding stopped abruptly.

　　 Because there is a heavy shadow covering his face, it obscures the light in those eyes.

　　 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 　　 can be overlooked by those dark eyes, there is no doubt that he can feel the pressure from them.

　　 That is telling him...

　　 drink it!

　　 She is warning.

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

　　 so coldly, he gave absolute and inviolable instructions to the ingredients on the chopping board.

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

　　Fukatsu-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, the pregnant paper element 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.

right now……

　　 She raised her eyes again, bent down, got 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 attached to the rim of the cold cup and tilted, and a stream of cold water had already flowed into his mouth.

　　 all the way down his throat, the refreshing coolness spread, and he couldn't help letting out a breath.

　　 I feel refreshed.

　　 Unexpectedly, sweet and delicious.

　　 No, I should say... 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, 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, recalling 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.

　　 A lot of snow fell on her hair and shoulders, gradually covering the small moles on the back of her neck, and they were no longer visible, only the whiteness of snow was left.

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

　　 Soon, that phantom quickly disappeared in front of my eyes.

　　 "A Tao..."

　　 He muttered blankly, falling into a trance.

　　 How many years have you not remembered her appearance since then?

　　 Even I have 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.

　　 When I realized that it was poison, it was too late.

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

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

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

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

　　 "You kid, aren't you in the middle of a spring? Hurry up and get me to work, don't think about it!"

Santuo’s work is very busy, especially for apprentices. Not only do you have to do miscellaneous tasks, but you 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 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 an official disciple.

　　 Until that day, when he saw A Tao at the banquet again, he vaguely understood. Perhaps I was able to survive the long suffering, not because of any 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 day in the morning and twilight, and the fragrance that remains in the air when passing by. It gradually made him fascinated by it, and gradually...cannot extricate himself.

　　 was taken over by that figure.

　　 I miss 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.

　　 is like a loyal dog.

　　 As long as A Tao says, he will listen, as long as it is what she wants, he will buy it, as long as it is what she wants to do, he will go back and do it whatever she wants.

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

　　 How long ago was that scene? 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, unconsciously tore off his bow tie, held up the water glass, took a sip fiercely, and wanted to use ice water to suppress his depression.

　　 Excessive sugar spreads out, entangled with the sour taste, leaving only the unspeakable bitterness.

　　Envy.

　　 This is the smell of jealousy.

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

　　 If only she can be happy, as long as she has a good life, it doesn't matter what she is.

　　 can only comfort herself with this 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, Atao was thrown away by the scum. Becomes completely different from the past.

　　 It didn’t take long before she and her new boyfriend were in pairs...

　　 The smile still remains.

　　 just gradually no longer the same as the past.

　　 Then, I was betrayed and abandoned again and again.

　　 is the fault of those bastards!

　　 Every time after breaking up, Atao would cry and cry to herself. Every time, he wanted to summon the courage to say what was in his heart...

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

　　 When the time comes, I will never let her be hurt like that.

　　 countless times, Fukatsu swears like this.

　　 Until one day late at night, that flushed cheek with a faint drunk scent came over, looked at his face, and his eyes flowed.

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

　　 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? Just treat it as your constant reward..."

Snapped!

　　 In Shen Jinqing's hand, the water glass cracked and a trace was opened.

　　 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, head down, shamelessly, embarrassed... and escaped.

　　 wants to escape to a place where the shadow can't catch it.

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

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

　　 just gulped the bitterness in the cup, unknowingly, tears streaming down his face.

　　 Why did it become like this?

　　 Since when did everything change.

　　 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 the hand.

　　 quickly evaporated again.

　　 It's 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, and snorted.

　　 The heat hidden in the wine glass finally broke out. As the ice water decreases, it begins to diffuse...

　　Obviously, as long as you let go, you can get relief, but Shenjin is reluctant to let go. He just shed tears and sips the boiling bitter wine in the blur.

　　 I just want to see that phantom again.

　　 once again returned to the plum blossoms when I first saw it, staring at the girl bathing in the snow, and telling her what I have always wanted to say.

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

　　 So humble, saying such words from a split heart.

　　 But no one has responded.

　　 Shen Jinqing closed his eyes, unconscious.

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

　　 Beside, Huai Shi was dumbfounded.

　　 What I want to say, this is the result of his recasting after observing and drawing material from someone, using the rot in the cage of dreams as the material, and recasting all kinds of emotions.

　　Water is just water.

　　Incorporated into it, there is only an insignificant bubble seed.

　　 started with the illusion of joy, and gradually fell under the guidance of the robbery, 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 cannot be stored for a long time, but the production time is also amazingly long.

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

　　 This is a poison coated with sugar. Compared with nightmares like that, the high temperature on the cup is nothing more than an addition.

　　 I can only say that it took advantage of the Cooking Magic Competition.

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

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

　　 After all, licking a dog is a real cow.

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

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

　　 In the sight of so many stunned eyes, the paper lady grinned, smiled slightly, and turned away with her employer.

　　 Kitchen Demon Showdown opening match.

　　 Hold the paper element, win!

　　 has continued to this day, and there are still a lot of people in the audience who have not remembered. Some people already have guesses in their hearts, but they won't speak out.

　　 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.

　　 can't think that Shen Jinqing is such a simple role because of such a hasty defeat.

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

　　 If you want to win, you must preemptively.

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

　　 I can only say that Shen Jinqing is really a pity.

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

　　 Everyone can see it: 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 house sad water.

　　 He is too old, he has seen too much ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and experienced too much, no matter what kind of skills he has experienced from his opponent.

　　 If he guessed right, it should be a technique similar to Fang Xiandao, no, it should be said that it is a general cooking method of ‘providing a table’.

　　 Originated from Tianzhu’s cooking magic tradition, imitating the unique cooking techniques formed by the disaster that the gods disrupted the Buddha’s enlightenment...

　　 seems simple, the materials used are not so magical, but the application method of the source quality is terrifying. Even a monk with a high level of meditation, as long as a bowl of milk porridge falls into the abdomen, he will still be entangled by the original sin nature, such as birth, old age, sickness and death, resentment, unwillingness, and the prosperous five-yin.

　　 If it wasn't for the woman named Huaizhi Suzi who hadn't put on a monk's clothing 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 or herbivorous. Pretending is better than anyone else, but it is more poisonous than anyone when starting.

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

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

　　 When he finished the iron cannon banquet in Huaizhi Suzi, he had already lost half of it.

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

　　 The old cook demon smiled in relief, clapped his hands to encourage him, and praised like a kind old man: "It's really, terrifying!"

　　 So, restraining the appetite and killing intent in my heart.

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

　　 This son, never stay...