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Time flies, and Kugado's cooking has come to the last step.

I don't know what that little ghost is doing?

Thinking in his heart, Jiu Wu Tang set up the heat, and then turned to look at Lin Feng.

At this moment, Lin Feng was sitting on the chair, not nervous, looking drowsy.

"Hmph. "

Kuga Dozen sneered and shook his head, thinking that the little ghost could make some kind of food, it seems that he gave up on himself.

However, just as he was about to turn around and complete the last step of mapo tofu, he saw Lin Feng, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly open his eyes.

In the next second, Lin Feng opened the lid of the pot, and held the colander in his right hand and leaned into the pot.

Then, soybeans that have been warmed in the soup stock appear in front of everyone, and from time to time a quiet fragrance floats in front of everyone.

"The time is just right~"

As the words fell, Lin Feng put the soybeans in the colander on the prepared kitchen paper and thoroughly sucked the water on the soybeans.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Feng took out a deep pot, poured cooking oil, and put in the pepper and chili pepper boiling pot, then left the oil and filtered the chili pepper and pepper.

At the same time, a rich fragrance wafted out from Lin Feng's cauldron and swirled over the hall.

"Spicy!"

"It's spicy!"

The fragrance is just the appearance, the spicy is the theme.

Everyone present was busy covering their noses, and just sniffing it just made people feel like their souls were spicy.

"Damn!"

Jiu Wu Tangshan glared at Lin Feng, he didn't expect that the other party could cause such a strong impact just by boiling the pot.

"How could I possibly lose to a little ghost!"

Saying that, Jiu I Tangshan turned around and threw himself into cooking, and his flushed face meant that he had been stimulated by Lin Feng at this moment.

You can't lose, how can you lose to that kind of imp!

I've been known as the Chinese twin stars of Chinatown for a long time, if you can't even win this kind of little ghost, it's really...

You're sure to win!

However, no one noticed that Lin Feng's face was calm at this moment, and he fell into an indescribable state again.

The pepper and chili pepper that were stir-frying in the pot suddenly seemed to have spirituality, and the two completely different flavors were blended together.

Immediately afterwards, before Lin Feng shifted his focus, the ingredients that had been cut were put into the pot by Lin Feng for stir-frying.

"This is..."

Hojo Hitochi's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had reached a shocking scene.

In a trance, he seemed to see the shadow of the former Dojima Silver from his body, no, that kind of light was even thicker than the Dojima Silver at that time, as if the place he was in was moved by Lin Feng.

Not only was Hojo Hitochi surprised, but Hisame Teruki on the side was also full of disbelief.

He had also encountered this situation, but that person was not Lin Feng, but the first Si Yingshi of the Ten Masters.

"He, how could he?" muttered Kuga Teru softly.

However, before he finished speaking, he shook his head in a panic when he saw me for a long time, it was impossible, it was impossible, no matter how talented Lin Feng was, it was impossible for him to reach that realm so quickly, this was simply a fantasy.

However, when Jiu I Teruki looked at Lin Feng again, the shock gradually turned into fear and fear.

That's right, that's what it feels like.

After a long time, I became more and more sure that Lin Feng's cooking skills were already comparable to Si Yingshi.

......

Turn off the heat, remove from the pot, and pour the cooked mapo tofu into the plate, and Kugado breathed a sigh of relief.

How long has it been since I felt pressure from a junior, and that pressure threatens to destroy the brilliance he has created.

Subconsciously, Jiu Wu Tangshan turned his head to look at Lin Feng, and at this moment, Lin Feng had already reached the last step.

"Hmph, it's too slow!"

After a comment from Kugadozen, he placed the plate full of food on the table in front of Hojo Hitochi and the others.

"Please taste ... Spicy mapo tofu!" said Kuga Tangshan with a smile.

In the white porcelain plate, the bright red juice envelops the tofu, and the red pepper disappears in the soup, and the spicy smell wafting out of the plate stimulates the senses of Hojo Hitochi and others, which is clearly the mapo tofu that interprets the spicy to the extreme.

However, in the face of such a dish, there was no joy on Teruki's face for a long time.

For a long time, I was deeply influenced by my father, and over time I thought that only if it was spicy enough could it be considered Sichuan cuisine.

Therefore, the mapo tofu and various Sichuan dishes he made are also known for their spiciness, although they are not as good as the dishes cooked by his father, but they also have a unique style.

It's just that after tasting the cooking made by Lin Feng, the cooking concept of Jiu Ji also collapsed.

Therefore, seeing that my father was still planning to use the spicy nature of mapo tofu as a condition for victory, I subconsciously decided that my father had lost a game.

"Hmm~"

The middle-aged man sitting on the side took a deep breath, looked at the mapo tofu on the plate, and said excitedly: "I didn't expect to be able to taste the spicy mapo tofu made by Mr. Jiu me, and today is really worth the trip!"

Hearing the praise of the middle-aged diner, Hisashi Tang couldn't hide a smile between his eyebrows, and said, "I am a little out of shape today, so this dish has not reached the level of 100%..."

"No, no, no. "

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "In my opinion, this mapo tofu is already flawless. "

It's really... Shameless enough!

In the crowd, Miyoko Hojo was white-eyed and kind, even if she wanted to listen to other people's praise, she couldn't do this.

"Hmph~"

With a cold snort, Miyoko Hojo looked towards Lin Feng, expecting the other party to be able to make better dishes and completely shatter the mentality of Kugado's kindness and pampering.

Perfect?!

Hojo Hitochi shook his head, then took out the spoon and leaned towards the plate, although the platter was good, but this plate of mapo tofu did not make him feel like his eyes lit up.

Similarly, Teruki Kuga and the middle-aged man also picked up the spoon and leaned towards the plate, ready to taste whether the mapo tofu made by Shimogado was satisfactory or not. _

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