Apocalyptic Forecast

At this moment, the arena is deadly silent.

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

　　 "Can you still 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 you are strong in the outside world, 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 weakness, I succeeded in driving me to the weakest point, but do you still have the strength to make the food? Is there enough power to defeat me?"

　　 just as he said.

　　 Today's Huai poem has reached its limit.

　　 has produced two consecutive super-level works, and they have been continuously suppressed and corroded by the two consecutive ones, and 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 showdown.

　　 When you see the hope that represents the end, you may have exhausted your energy in the long run and cannot cross the cruel distance.

　　 fell silently into the darkness.

　　The premise of this hypothesis is that Huai Shi really exhausted his strength, unable to rise again, and fell in front of the end.

　　 He waited for so long and tried so hard, isn't it just for the moment that is the closest to victory?

How can 　　 end here?

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

"It's ok."

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

　　Because of the final work, it was already on the stove right before the start of the competition!

　　 At this moment, behind Huai Shi, on the cooking table, the mouthful was added with 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.

　　 flat and moist, filling the tip of the nose.

　　 is refreshing and curious.

　　The final work is completed.

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

　　 just the last straw is enough to crush the camel.

　　 Everything in front is just for this moment.

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

　　 There is no slightest smell, and there is no slightest miracle.

　　 is 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 just 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 showed indescribable dazedness and sluggishness, and immediately felt the unprecedented absurdity.

"what is this?"

　　 Guo Shouque’s shoulders trembled and he laughed, revealing 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."

　　 Huaishi stretched out his hand and picked out the soup bag that was still exuding hot heat from the bottom of the pot. After weighing it in his hand, it was thrown on the table and there was a clear and heavy sound.

　　 Like a heavy object colliding.

　　 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 table top, revealing one's own face.

　　 stone.

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

　　 This is the decisive dish of Kaiseki Moko.

　　 stones 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 up the boiled water in the bowl.

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

　　 "I'm afraid... it's 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 last work I made for you.

　　 Now, it's you—"

　　 Guo Shouque lowered his eyes and didn't hesitate anymore.

　　 picked up the bowl and gulped down the hot water in it, not afraid of the hot temperature.

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

　　 refreshed.

　　 But the taste is exactly the same as expected.

　　 boring and 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 appeared in the faint taste, a little bit, but the taste was too thin to distinguish.

　　 just feel, so familiar...

　　 Is 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 faintness of the boiling water.

　　 It's as if the taste comes from oneself!

　　 "It is said that it was a long, long time 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 fast food."

　　 "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 to everyone."

　　 "Everyone is curious about how the stone cooks the soup, so everyone inside is surrounded by three and three floors. The old monk lit the firewood, put the stone into 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, people who have good things 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 small 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 defeat you!

　　Using the purest stone and white water as the material, after a long night of thinking, he tried and practiced in the Book of Destiny countless times, and finally completed this pot of pure stone soup.

　　 This is Huai Shi's work!

　　 It doesn't matter even if it is boring, 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 something is accidentally injected into it, breaking this fragile balance, the stone will be like rolling down from the top of a mountain, with an unstoppable roar and roar, and it will break everything.

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

　　 No matter what is invested in it, it will arrive at 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 something that Huai Shi has devoted to countless painful pursuits in the past eighteen years, and has been searching since its birth, and still cannot hold onto and own.

　　——An illusion called happiness.

　　 Just at this moment, the tasteless stone soup in his mouth was stained with memories.

　　 On the edge of the cliff of hell, with unprecedented weakness, Guo Shouque has lost the resistance to resist this guidance.

　　 The stone soup in his mouth changed rapidly, and it became cold, and finally, it turned into unexpected poison, which was drawn into his throat.

　　 This familiar feeling of tingling and consternation pulls him, flies backward along the time, and falls into the deepest part of the memory.

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

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

　　The work I am most proud of, I will use all my skills to defeat me mercilessly, from cold dishes to platter, from soup pot to roasting, from inside to outside...

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

　　 Since when did that child grow into 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?

　　 is wrong.

　　 It’s just because that kid is stronger than I thought...better than myself!

　　 That's it.

　　 At this moment, Guo Shouque's fate as the Yifang Chef is coming to an end.

　　 Now, the cooking demon who has unknowingly turned from a boy to a man, thinking of Guo Shouque, who is so angry, walks step by step. Kneeling on the ground, bowing his head, facing him, paying respects.

　　 My heartfelt 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 own 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, too 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 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 knelt on the ground and looked at him quietly, his smile gradually becoming gentle.

　　 "Do you still have to ask, 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 fish and the net, he must tell him the answer:

　　 "Because I respect and love you more than cooking and everything in this world."

　　 What kind of silly thing is that?

　　 will only make people laugh!

　　 Are you really the student I taught you?

　　Are you really, Yifang Kitchen Demon? !

　　 At that moment, countless sullen and vicious words came out of his mind accompanied by anger, unable to use words to criticize him for being funny and ridiculous, and unable to correct the students' naivety and stupidity.

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

　　 happiness.

　　 If there is such a moment, I have been happy ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ must be at that moment?

　　 When he was hugged by that kid, 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 can't give up.

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

　　 hovering 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 has completely disappeared.

　　 Guo Shouque lowered his head dullly, staring at the bottom of the empty bowl, as if petrified.

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

　　 made a faint echo.

　　 On the stand, everyone froze in place, their eyes widened, unbelievable the scene they saw, and unbelievable...

　　 until the rickety old man finally raised his face, showing the embarrassing wet marks on his cheeks.

　　 tears.