Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 Apocalypse Forecast Text Volume 629 Chapter Industrial Cooking Time has passed ten minutes.

　　 From the beginning 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.

　　 is placed outside the opponent's counter.

　　 So an eye-catching.

　　 just lowered his head, observing Jonny's cooking table intently, looking at every tool, watching his every movement and step, his squinted eyes widened hard, full of curiosity and expectation.

　　 is like that, it's like a kid coming to school for the first time.

　　 I feel that everything is great, and everything feels novel.

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

　　 Clearly expressing his admiration so frankly, but it is so... unpleasant!

After 　　 the violent hostility became more and more fierce.

　　 Jonny stared at Guo Shouque silently, the blue veins on his sturdy arm collapsed, he pressed it on 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 food 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 techniques, must be obtained after repeated training that I don’t know how many times. In addition to this amazing talent, your hard work and hard work are far above mine! "

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

　　 collapse!

　　 roar suddenly broke out.

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

　　 A deep crack has been left on the chopping board because of a palm with blue veins all over it.

　　 "Speaking, are you finished?"

　　 Jonny Gu Zhijian raised his head and asked in a cold voice.

　　 "Well, I'm finished."

　　 "Since you like to watch, let's 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 and tricks are nothing at all. It won't have any impact on me!"

　　 He retracted his gaze, lowered his head, piece by piece, abandoning the hideous turkey in his hand, bleeding and splitting it in an orderly manner. He is 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.

　　 looked indifferent.

　　 There is no slightest irritation, he already seems to be integrated with concrete, steel, lime, etc., and turned into a man-made iron stone statue.

　　 Even if the sky and the earth were torn apart before my eyes, there would be no wavering at all.

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

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!

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

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

　　It's production time...

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

　　 The thin and pitiful temperature couldn't even penetrate the thick calluses, and when the lid was opened, the terrifying tide engulfed the entire arena.

　　 is so pungent, so rich, that kind of violent smell spreads on the tip of everyone's nose, making them stare in disbelief.

　　 Is that... oil?

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

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

　　 I feel a sense of joy that I don’t know how to say.

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

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

　　 is like flowers and grass, trees, and agarwood, deducting a completely different smell in the drift.

　　 is fascinating.

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

　　 Until Huaishi stretched out her hand and forcibly pressed Maki 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.

　　 Indulged in the smell of engine oil, it is difficult to extricate himself.

　　 Consciousness has begun to fade.

　　 Huaishi's five fingers clenched tightly, and when the palms were expanded again, a small amount of robbery appeared, and they poured her directly into her nose.

　　 The robbery smells salt, refreshing.

　　In an instant, as the pure negative source quality spread, Maki's eyes became 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, he finally reacted: "What happened to me? I just..."

　　Miss Huaizhi sighed and took out her cell 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, or even 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 poisoning and addiction. As a cook, Jonny’s skill is admirable and admirable.

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

　　 knead lightly, and 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?"

　　 "Couldn'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 smell of engine oil, formed a mist, and instantly enveloped the entire venue.

　　The unique rich aroma of fried food and the allure of the pungent motor oil are combined, 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 covering Maki in it, isolating her. If ordinary people smell this, I am afraid that 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.

　　 has been engraved into human genes, cells, and aspirations from 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, and the magical temptation radiated by the engine oil, are combined, forming a projection of a huge city in the diffuse black smoke.

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

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

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

　　 In an instant, after row after row of fries had been drained of 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 the swift and precise movements of Jonny like an assembly line, he loaded huge boxes one after another and arranged them 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 raised his head in amazement, a trace of bitterness appeared on his wrinkled face: "I can't finish eating this old bone of mine. Isn't this too mean?"

"Don't worry, if you want to defeat an old thing like you, you don't need that obscene method~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Jonny Gou Zhijian tilted his head, lit the cigarette, shaking the ashes at will: "Workers' tempers But it's very bad, worse than your old thing.

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

The essence of 　　 industrial cuisine 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 pick it up on stage 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, savor the new The skills of the times!"

　　In the carton, there are a dazzling array of fries, 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 held up the paper box, lowered his head, looked 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 burst out laughing, piercing Jonny’s disguise, making his smile stiff for a moment:

　　 "——This is obviously tempura!"