Apocalyptic Forecast

　　Apocalypse Forecast Text Volume 640 Chapter ‘Tian Demon’ 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 air-cooled..."

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

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

　　 "Forgot to put it."

　　 Huai poem is as calm as ever.

　　 "Then why call it cold soba!"

　　 "I said it's a special one, 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 charged dishes, chefs will carefully create. 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. Suzi with a paper pinch off the cigarette, presses her hands on the cooking table, forwards, looking down at him, rudely ordered one by one: "Take me, now, immediately!"

　　 was looked at by those ferocious eyes, and he could understand her anger almost the same way, and at the same time, he felt the horror like an abyss.

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

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

　　 Must eat this bowl of things, no matter what is in it, it must be eaten... Otherwise, it may really... be killed by this woman.

　　 difficult, stiff and nodding.

　　 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 opened for him intimately, put them in his hands, and told him: "Taste it, Enrico, this is your destiny."

　　 sat in front of the dining table involuntarily.

　　 holding chopsticks.

　　 looked down at the plate of cold noodles in front of him that was still air-conditioned, and the sauce without any intentions.

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

　　 is the helplessness of empathy.

　　 "It's so shabby."

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

　　 "Yeah, it's too shabby."

　　 Huaishi said, he picked up the soup, and Yue Chu stirred the macaroni in the pot instead of him to avoid sticking the pot. The movements were simple and neat, without any cover up, and with an magnanimous posture that everyone could see, he helped Enrico solve his worries.

　　 did not use any indecent means at all.

　　 Even if Enrico looked at such a solemn and serious back, he couldn't help but say thank you.

　　 "No need."

　　 Huaishi turned his back to him and responded calmly: "Wasting food is shameful. Enrico, whether it is throwing away food or trampling food into **** 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, but shabby is justified.

　　Because I want to save money, because I 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 the shabby.

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

　　 Huanzhi Mozi knocked on the soup, put it on the chopping board, and looked back at Enrico.

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

　　 The dried noodles are already boiled.

　　 is not overheating, but this kind of cheap noodles is only to this extent.

　　 When placed in the mouth, it spreads into a sticky ball. It tastes like chewing wax, making it hard 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.

　　 As a result, what came out of my heart was a panic and sadness.

　　 followed closely, and 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 the high-quality edible vinegar look like cheap sour water.

　　 The tip of the nose twitched.

　　 The noodles became hard to swallow.

　　 Then, 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 rough salt grains on the **** and seaweed melted in the mouth and turned into lingering bitterness.

　　 almost penetrated into the soul.

　　 makes the taste of the noodles more embarrassing, disgusting, and can't eat it!

　　 But I can't spit it out.

　　 It was as if an invisible force was forcing him to eat, and he had to eat it. It didn’t matter how bad it was. Otherwise, you can't live anymore.

　　 Otherwise, you will starve to death.

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

　　 is mustard.

　　 Mustard choked him.

　　 Red eyes.

　　 Inhaled wildly, turned his head, 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 I still have to eat...

　　 must eat it!

　　 Otherwise, everything is over.

　　 In a 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 tears, got up from the ground, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the blurry 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 you get results with hard work and reluctance? Can we usher in a glorious future? Or is it possible to modify the shameful past? Those contemptuous eyes, and the indifference from those closest to you?

　　 In the dry and icy taste, he lowered his head and ate the cold noodles on the plate one bite after another.

　　 recalled 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!"

　　 Then get out, go as far as you can.

　　 I work hard to learn, I don’t know how much 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 make you satisfied?

　　 defeat you? I have done it.

　　 I have defeated countless people.

　　 Rely on the only effort I can do.

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

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

　　 As if to take away all the heat.

　　 This is a cold water noodle specially made with the suffering and pain of a long time.

　　 Invisible forward, numb running and hesitating fear. Those things spread out with the chewing, entangled in Enrico's lungs.

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

　　 belongs to the despair of the seventeen-year-old boy Huai Shi.

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

　　 was trembling in the midst of violent gasping.

　　'S breath turned into white mist that lost its temperature.

　　 Those mocking voices, disgusting eyes, and hostile expressions surround him, like straws piled up on the back of a camel.

　　 The more memories, the more pain and despair I can feel deep in my bones.

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

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

　　 abandoned everything.

　　 Even if he became a cook demon, even if he won a victory, his already cold heart couldn't get any satisfaction. No matter how subtle miracles and disasters are, they can't get even a trace of warmth from them.

　　 can't get any 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."

　　 Huaishi looked at him pityingly, as if looking at the old boy, after thinking for a while, and seriously said: "It's probably because of the hit."

　　 Click it.

　　 The broken voice 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 Huaishi's eyes, because I noticed the pitying eyes on those stands.

　　 That's why I felt more painful.

　　 It's 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, yelled 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 a dream in mind."

　　 "But I'm thinking about it all in 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 screamed out of control, saliva almost squirted out of his mouth, and shouted with all his strength, but he could no longer restrain 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, and I even forgot that I was 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 was crying, choked, lowered his head, letting his tears and nose fall into the dust, like a wild dog hesitating, begging for charity and mercy.

　　 is eager for the person in front of him to answer his doubts.

　　 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 Mozi 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.

　　 took a deep breath and felt the thick milky aroma and the fresh sourness of tomatoes.

　　 is appetizing.

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

Set the table again, and then put a brand 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, handed it over, 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 the mouth.

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

　　 couldn’t help taking a deep breath, forgetting his embarrassment and despair,

　　 Forked a piece again, chewed, 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.

　　 I want to bury it directly in the bowl.

　　 wantonly gluttonous.

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

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

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

　　 laughed at himself.

　　 put down the clean as new tableware in his hands.

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

　　 "Is it easier?" Huai Shi asked.

　　Enrico nodded silently.

　　 "So, do you have 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, "Besides, I don't plan to continue to be a cook."

　　'S speech was like a shock, breaking the silence in the arena, making everyone in the audience dull and open their mouths in disbelief.

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

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

　　Enrico laughed, calm and soft, no more pain and 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 help but 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!"

　　Paper Suzi slowly got up, smiled happily at him, waved goodbye, hummed a song, and turned away.

　　 Just like that, in the dead silence, the second showdown between the cooking monsters ended here.

　　 The final result, no doubt!

　　——Paper Suzi, win!

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　　 At this moment, when everyone on the venue stared at the face that was so beautiful that they were 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 is easy for a kitchen demon who has experienced many battles to give up all his pursuits in the first half of his life, and willingly drown in the warmth that she has 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, it's 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.

　　 That’s right, besides the ‘magic’, is there anything else that can manipulate human will to such an extent?

　　 At that moment, everyone no longer had any doubts about the information sent by Tomorrow’s news.

　　The witch with severed head, Motoko with paper!

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　　 It happened half an hour ago.

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

　　 Seems to have known each other before.

　　 has a calm and polite tone, 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 with a saber.

　　 That is the man who has the highest voice among the candidates for the head of the family. At the same time, he is also Maki's nominal cousin.

　　Subconsciously, Maki shrank back a bit, and the crow who remained beside her raised his scarlet eyes and looked towards Jijing~www.wuxiaspot.com~ fierce and thirsty.

　　 "Please rest assured, I won't do anything rude. After all, Maki you are my blood relatives. Didn't you call my brother when you were young?"

　　 Seeing Jiu Jing smiled indifferently, and pointed to the chair next to him: "Can I sit down? I have something to say."

　　 In silence, after a long time, I really hope to nod.

　　 So, I sat down for a long time, sitting tightly, with a meticulous attitude. There is no 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 Ms. Moko, and Amber have publicly revealed an intimate relationship. It is actually very simple to guess."

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

　　 was really surprised, his eyes widened from beginning to end, 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 great to be able to exit. But more, I just want to create an environment and have a good chat with you."

　　 See Jiu Jing thought for a while, and after a moment of silence, she told her, "Although it is abrupt to say that, I think it's best to be frank with showing your intentions at the beginning.

　　 Therefore, I will not hide anything. "

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