Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 When that figure emerged from the darkness, all the participating chef demon who were on the sidelines suddenly frowned.

　　The middle-aged man dressed as a hippie raised his hand and raised his sunglasses, showing his stunned eyes: "It's just the opening game. Should you arrange such a troublesome opponent?"

　　 "Huh? Do you know Yarum?"

　　 "I met that guy in America half a year ago." Hippy Yarum shook his head and said, "A tough opponent, slippery, like a snake-Mr. Guo should be aware of it?"

　　 "Yingzhou's two-star kitchen monster, the rising star of these years, I have heard of it a little bit old."

　　The old Dongxia slumped on a cane, looked at the figure entwined with resentment, and laughed softly: "Fukajinqing, the chef of Hwangquan Hirasaka's'Santu', it's very difficult to do.

　　 It seems that compared to the last time I met, his mountain grandma cooking seems to have improved a lot... the next generation is terrible, the next generation is terrible. "

Mr. Guo sighed with emotion on his face, like a front wave about to die on the beach, full of twilight. If you didn’t know that this old man likes to steam buns with his colleagues, others might believe it. .

　　 "I heard that it's Shanmao cuisine, is it a faction from Yingzhou?"

　　 The burly tattooed Chef Demon pinched his chin, and asked in Latin with a thick accent: "I haven't seen it before, what are the characteristics?"

　　 "Oh, Mr. Vladimir, are you pretending to be a newcomer to inquire about intelligence?"

　　 The tattoo chef demon smiled honestly, "I really don't know, is there any kind person to explain it to me?"

　　 "Then look at it."

　　 Hippy Yarum didn't take the bait, and shrugged: "In the future schedule, I will meet sooner or later."

　　 Among the many kitchen monsters, Shen Jinqing, who inherits the local mountain grandmother chef in Yingzhou, is undoubtedly one of the most difficult people. No matter who it is, the first time he meets him, he will definitely suffer a big loss.

　　 That is too dangerous skill, whether it is for people or for yourself, maybe even if it is the ability of the cooking demon, it will die...

　　 Vladimir smiled slyly, not caring about the hiding of his opponent, and another topic came up.

　　 "Then...what about the other one?"

　　 "I don't know." Yarum shook his head, staring at the back of the woman named Huaizhi Suzi, looking a little confused.

　　According to the list he knows, there should be no such cook in Yingzhou. There is no sign and no tools, which obviously hides his identity.

　　 But even if it is a powerful character with such a beautiful appearance, it should not be unknown.

　　 Isn't it a newcomer who didn't know that he was coming to the duel just after getting the license?

　　It's too naive. Even if they are the same cook, there is a decisive difference between the stars. If you rashly challenge an opponent far beyond your own, it will really happen.

　　 "What do you think of Mr. Guo?" Yarum cunningly threw the topic to the old man.

　　 "Is she? That's amazing... terrible, terrible, I always feel like I can't match it."

After the sensational sale, Old Chef Demon Guo grinned, revealing his mouth full of white and sharp teeth: "So young and such a beautiful Chef Demon, but even the old one has never heard of it! Isn't this very powerful? !"

　　 "……"

The person next to 　　 couldn't help but want to roll their eyes, and no one answered.

　　 In the silence, only the nose of Old Kitchen Demon Guo buzzed slightly, and the permanent smile at the corner of his mouth became subtle.

This kind of breath has the smell of Tengu Mountain... But besides that, there are more wonderful breaths that have not been seen before-the bitter moisture with the smell of vegetation, the coldness of the bones, and the fragrance of the childish. .

　　 Is it a type similar to one's own teeth?

　　 Still, the teacher who was eaten by himself has another inheritance?

　　 On the throat, the wrinkled loose skin suddenly bulged up, as if a giant python swallowed an iron ball, swallowing its own saliva.

　　 felt a strange hunger.

　　 has not been so full of appetite for a long time, that is the expectation and hunger from the instinct of the cook.

　　 All this keeps telling him...

　　 That woman, something is wrong!

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　　 gazed at the name on the opposite counter, Huaishi raised her head and looked at her opponent.

　　 It’s like being soaked in dirty water for a long time.

　　 That guy has a wet feeling... His long black hair is close to his face, and his smile is pale. He seems to be kept clean and capable, but there is always a lingering pungent breath hanging over the body.

　　 It feels like something is rotten.

　　 While Huai Shi was looking at the other party, the other party was also looking at him.

　　 "Oh roar, beautiful opponent, so good, so good."

　　 The middle-aged man sticks out his tongue, licks his dry lips, glancing at him with a smile, and Maki sitting in the audience behind him.

　　 "You guys, did you offend anyone?"

　　 Compared with the expressionless Huaishi, although Maki still has no changes, her eyes can't help but wander, revealing a trace of anxiety and guilty conscience.

　　 "Your employer seems a little lacking in confidence, ma'am?"

Shen Jinqing laughed hoarsely, put the toolbox in his hand beside him, raised his head and suggested: "Before you start, do you want to admit defeat, ma'am, seriously... Your face is so perfect, and I am moved. , I really don't want to ruin this beauty."

　　 "……"

　　 Huai Shi wanted to say a few words of sorrow, but was constrained to pretend that he could not speak, and was panicked.

　　 No, do you two live by looking at your face?

　　 Can't walk when you see a woman?

　　 can only roll his eyes to show disdain.

　　 "Oh? Did I offend?"

　　Fukatsu Kyori chuckled nonchalantly, "If this is the case, then don't say more than that... For the sake of that pleasant face, I won't let the pain last too long."

　　 beside him, the toolbox was opened.

　　 The sound of steel rubbing sounded, and a two-inch-long knife was pulled out of it, and under the dim light, it showed colorful and terrifying texture.

　　 The essence extracted from countless poisons finally created such a sharp weapon to dissect and kill all living beings.

　　 "That guy, did you take out the stuff from the bottom of the box at the beginning?" Yarum in the audience was stunned: "It's really the same as the legend. The weaker the opponent, the more he likes the excitement."

　　 That is the true skill of mountain cooking—the dark side of the mountains, the fallen mountain god, the projection of the divine nature that grows and nurtures all things in hell.

　　 What once bred growth is transformed into a cruel and ferocious thing.

　　 After careful incubation and creation, a terrifying toxin that even the cooking demon cannot bear!

　　 It is clearly delicious, but it is impossible to refuse, but after the indulgence and gluttony, all that is ushered in is despair and death... Once the tableware is picked up, the lives of the diners are already under Shanma’s kitchen knife.

　　 didn't have any frivolity or arrogance, even if he showed frivolous Meng Lang, Shen Jinqing chose to go all out from the beginning!

　　 There is a good show to watch now...

　　 "So, are both parties ready?"

　　 Above the grandstand stretched out from the sky, behind the curtain, there was a tweaking voice sounded like a castrated actor. The eunuch, who is the emperor’s messenger, painted his face with white powder, and when his lips were opened and closed, his teeth were dark: "Everything here has been witnessed by the imperial court. You and others must not conceal or slack, understand?"

　　 No one responded.

　　 But this is expected.

　　 The messenger waved his hand indifferently and motioned to Inue, who was kneeling beside him, and left the rest to him.

　　 Then, the old samurai got up and took a step forward. The hoarse voice turned into thunder, echoing in the huge underground space.

　　 "——Then, dignified, a showdown!"

　　 At that moment, the high-pitched bell rang again.

　　 "Kikekeke! Very good, very good!"

Shen Jinqing laughed and pressed his slender fingers on the cooking table. The entire tabletop suddenly shook, and countless tools flew out of the shelf. Then, with his shoulders trembling, in the thick voice, unexpectedly again Four arms stretched out from behind, caught the falling tools in the air, and slowly spread out.

　　 is like an eight-legged spider, entrenched in his own domain.

　　 The ingredients in the water tank beside him have fallen on the chopping board.

　　 That is... a fierce pufferfish!

　　 Located at the border of Kyoto-Hiroshizaka, a famous chef with a history of more than 600 years, the special breed of "Santu"-the dragon puffer!

　　 is ten times more delicious than ordinary pufferfish, and at the same time, it is also ten million times more delicious!

　　 The color is yellow and black, like a dragon, the huge puffer fish twists in the air fiercely, choosing people to eat.

　　 Accompanied by Shen Jinqing's smooth movements, the colorful daggers were swung, and the tiger puffer fish's smooth body was already cut open in the air.

　　 It didn't even have time to inflate its body, releasing sharp spikes, and its internal organs were already flowing out.

　　 Immediately after, began to split and slice coldly.

　　 But surprisingly, even if it has been disassembled into a skeleton, the mouth of the puffer fish is still opening and closing hard... it is still alive!

　　 In order to maintain the ultimate deliciousness and the ultimate taste, the ‘Three Way’’s famous puffer fish cuisine from **** is the most famous for this.

　　 Even at the moment it is served, it can still maintain its own activity until the patrons put down the chopsticks, exploding the essence of deliciousness from the taste buds of the diners like a bomb.

　　 As for whether it contains toxins... it depends on the chef's own mood.

　　 However, if it's cooking, it's definitely more than just sashimi.

　　As one of the inheritors of Yamamao cuisine ~www.ltnovel.com~ one of the chefs of Santuo, Fukatsuki will not simply send this unsightly natural poison to his opponent's table.

　　 is in his hand, countless strange colors and poisons have been pulled out of the toolbox, treated like flowing water, thrown into the burning kettle, and began to make the base material for the thick soup.

　　 This is the essence of sashimi, hand grips, tempura, hot pot, miscellaneous cooking, and finally Baizi desserts.

　　——Hell Killing Dragon·Iron Cannon Feast!

　　 A faint phantom emerged from behind him, it was like the amber wine gathered into a river, and the poisonous water of yellow springs rushing through the three-way river.

　　 Echoing the power from hell, the archetype of calamity was born from this malicious created by man.

　　 Just sniffing... makes Huaishi appetite.

　　 In the cage of dreams, the crows screamed loudly, already impatient!

　　Compared with the opponent's all-out effort, the paper-carrying side, but the fish is abnormally salted...

　　 Unhurriedly, stretched out his hand, rummaged through the cabinet of the cooking counter, didn't even plan to use his own tools, and then... uncovered a cocktail bottle.

　　 I weighed it, and it was still a hand.

　　Ms. Soko has a happy smile at the corner of her mouth.

　　 This is it.

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