Apocalyptic Forecast

At the moment, the field was dead.

Everyone held their breath and looked straight at the two people standing on the stage. When the mountains and rivers were exhausted, who could laugh to the end?

"Can you still move, Miss Paper."

Guo Shouqian took the lead in asking questions, examining the pale face of Huai Shi, "Can you still stand up? Now, do you still have the certainty of winning?"

"Of course--"

Huaishi replied in the words he used to say: "Will anyone else be fooled by your appearance as a foreigner?"

"Even if they are strong outside the country, they are just each other?"

Guo Shou shook his head absently, "The kitchen demon confrontation, but it is cruel, Miss Huai paper. Even if I know my weakness, I have successfully forced me to the weakest desperation, but do you still have the strength to make food ? Is there still enough power to defeat me?"

As he said.

Today's Huai poetry has reached its limit.

Two works were continuously produced at a super level, and were continuously suppressed and eroded by two too strong. The divinity of his own life has swelled to the edge of danger.

If you don’t look for opportunities to stay quiet and wait for this unfounded miracle to gradually dissipate, I am afraid that the self of Huai Shi will be dissolved by the divinity represented by the paper, and completely disappear in this world.

This is the cruelty of the kitchen demon showdown.

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

Quietly fell into the darkness.

But the premise of this hypothesis is that Huai Shi really exhausted his strength and could not rise again, and fell in front of the finish line.

He waited so long, and spent all his effort and energy, is it not for this moment that is closest to victory?

How could it stop here?

At that moment, Miss Huai Paper raised her eyes and her smile became playful and pleasant.

"It's ok."

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

Because the final work was already placed on the stove as early as the game started!

At this moment, behind Huai Shi, above the counter, the bite was added with water from the beginning of the game and placed in a pot simmering on the fire, a low boiling sound came.

The scorching water mist rose slowly from under the lid and filled the air, but could not smell any expected aroma.

Plain and moist, filling the tip of the nose.

It is refreshing and curious.

The final work is completed.

This is Huai Shi's preparation from the beginning, hidden in the blind spot of Guo Shoukui's perspective, and ultimately the lore offered to the enemy.

The last straw is enough to crush the camel.

Everything in front is just for this moment.

This time, when Huai Shi propped up the body and lifted the lid, there was no more dazzling light coming out of it. Only the humid heat tossed, bringing a subtle warmth.

There is no slight taste, no strangeness.

It's just... a pot of pure boiling water!

Everyone stood up subconsciously and watched carefully, but no matter how they looked, they could only draw the only conclusion-no material, no processing, and no change.

This is a pot of boiled water!

Today, the water in the pot has almost burned, leaving only a large bowl.

When poured into the bowl in front of Guo Shoukui, the cracked face revealed indescribable daze and sluggishness, and immediately felt the unprecedented absurdity.

"what is this?"

Guo Shoukui's shoulders shuddered and laughed, revealing his crippled teeth: "Did you call this lore, this pot of boiled water? No, you can also say... Is it the old favorite boiled water cabbage?

"Sorry, there is no such thing as cabbage in the ingredients."

Huai Shi reached out and picked out the hot and hot soup bag from the bottom of the pot. Then he weighed it in his hand and dropped it on the table, and there was a crisp and heavy voice.

Like a heavy collision.

The mouth of the soup bag filter bag is off-line, and the hidden materials in it roll out, with either beautiful or simple textures, rolling on a smooth tabletop to reveal its 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 Huai Suzi.

Stone and boiling water, a pot of soup cooked in stone.

In the long silence, Guo Shoukui did not speak, even without any displeasure and anger, but just reached out and picked up the boiling water of the stone cooked in the bowl.

Smelling the enthusiasm, the uneasy omen in my heart, is getting stronger.

"I'm afraid... more than just stones?"

He stared at the hot water in the bowl, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression became meaningful.

"Drinking more water is good for your body, isn't it?"

Huai Shiduan sat opposite him, staring at his eyes, and solemnly told him: "Guo Shouqi, this is the last work I made for you.

Now, it's you—"

Guo Shouqian lowered his eyes and hesitated again.

Picking up the bowl, I swallowed the hot water in it, not afraid of the hot temperature.

What is disturbing is that the hot water, which has just been boiling shortly, does not appear to be hot or cold after the entrance, but with a soothing warmth, the warmth of the curl spreads from the mouth to the nasal cavity. , Breathing was clear in an instant.

Refreshed.

But the taste is exactly the same as expected.

Indifferent!

This is clearly just a bowl of boiling water, how could it have another taste?

However, when the second bite was swallowed, a weird taste emerged from the faint taste, a little bit, but the taste was too thin to distinguish.

It just feels so familiar...

Is it the smell of stone? Is it the smell of boiling water? Is it something else?

His movements stopped for a moment, carefully distinguished, but he could not find the origin of the taste from the subtle bitterness and boil of water brought by the stone.

It's as if the taste comes from yourself!

"It is said that a long time ago."

Opposite the counter, Huai Shi picked up the stone stewed on the table, looked at the fine texture on it, and whispered: "There was an old monk, and he brought three young monks to a small town."

"The old monk's name is Kong, and the young monk's name is Fu Lushou."

"They went all the way across the mountains. After they came here, they were hungry, thirsty and hungry. But everyone in the town closed the door, sad and cold, and no one was willing to give a meal."

"Then the old monk said to the young monk-to tell these kind-hearted people, we are foreigners who have just arrived, we have no long things, we can only cook a pot of stone soup as a gift to everyone."

"Everyone is very curious about how the stone cooks the soup, so everyone in the third and third layers will be filled there. Seeing the old monk ignite the firewood, throw the stone into the water urn and boil the water."

Huai Shi’s eyes rose from the stone and fell on Guo Shoukui’s face: “At this time, the old monk said, unfortunately there is no salt, otherwise the stone soup will be more delicious. At this time, someone with good deeds will volunteer to come up with The salt of your own home—"

No one speaks again.

The plot behind this story no longer needs to be said.

If there is no salt, put salt, if there is no pepper, then add pepper. If it feels better to have meat, why not throw it in?

Everyone in the town contributed a trivial part to this pot of stone soup.

In the end everyone tasted the wonderful taste that was never quoted.

"Stone has no value, Guo Shouqian."

Huaixi whispered, "The material of this soup needs to be put on its own."

Now, please put yourself into this empty stone soup, throwing enough things to defeat you!

Using the purest stone and white water as materials, in the long night of thinking, countless attempts and exercises in the book of fate, and finally completed this pot of pure stone soup.

This is Huai Shi's decisive work!

It doesn't matter if it's indifferent, everything has to go from scratch.

After a long cooking, Huai Shi has pushed the stone to the top of the mountain.

As long as you accidentally inject something into it and break this fragile balance, the stone will roar and roar unstoppably as if it were rolling down from the top of the mountain, washing everything down.

In the moment of curiosity, it was already destined for the next development.

No matter what is put into it, it will reach the ‘destination’ carefully pre-set by Huai Shi.

In the end, what Guo Shouque got from it was the most distant, rarest and cruelest miracle in the world.

That is to devote to the numerous painful pursuits of Huai Shi in the past eighteen years, which he has been searching for since his birth, and still cannot grasp and possess things.

-The illusion called happiness.

Just in the blink of an eye, the dull stone soup was stained with memories.

On the edge of the cliff of hell, unprecedented weakness, Guo Shouku has lost his resistance to this guide.

The stone soup in the mouth changed rapidly, and became cold. Eventually, it turned into a poisonous juice that had not been expected, and plunged into the throat.

This familiar tingling sensation and consternation pulled him, flew backwards along the time, and fell into the deepest part of the memory.

Back to the time when he thought he was the closest to perfection and the most powerful.

Back, the day he was completely defeated by his students!

His most proud work will bring out all of himself, defeating mercilessly, from cold dishes to platter, from soup pot to roasting, from inside to outside...

The moment when his most trusted student sounded the rebellious horn, he ushered in defeat when he was the most powerful!

Since when did the child grow into an adult?

He was puzzled from the bottom of his heart: since when did that child's means of play exceed himself? Is it because of aging? Or is it because of your own laziness?

Not right.

Just because that child is better than he thought... stronger than himself!

That's all.

At this moment, Guo Shouque's destiny as the Yiya kitchen demon ushered in the end.

Now, the kitchen demon who has unknowingly changed from being a teenager to a man, thinking of Guo Shouqi, who is angry, is coming step by step. Kneel on the ground, bow your head, and pay homage to him.

Sincere gratitude from the heart.

"Thank you for taking care of me for so many years, teacher, thank you for your love and trust, and thank you for your trust in me." He said softly, "But, I no longer want to follow your arrangement and become a kitchen monster."

When he raised his head, unprecedented expression appeared in his eyes, and solemnly and solemnly told the old man in front of him: "In addition to cooking, because there are more important things to do in this world."

Just looking at that innocent look, Guo Shouku couldn't help feeling sad for him from the heart.

For his innocence, but also for his weakness.

Does he not know that as long as he is still alive, he can never avoid the fate of Yiya Kitchen Demon?

"Stupid, so stupid, I will...revenge you, at all costs, stupid!"

He widened his eyes and used all his strength to rebuke: "Don't you want people to know... You, yourself, are the students from Taoism like Guo Shouqi?

"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 need to ask, Master?"

He bent down and embraced the old man in front of him unpreparedly. Even if what he was hiding was the last blow of the dead net, he must tell him the answer:

"Because compared to cooking, I love you more than everything in this world."

What kind of stupidity is that?

It will only make people laugh!

Are you really the student I taught?

Are you really, Yiya Kitchen Demon? !

At that moment, there were countless gloomy and vicious words accompanied by anger emerging from the brain, unable to use words to criticize his comic and ridiculous, nor correct the innocence and stupidity of the students.

But now, at this moment, even just looking back, Guo Shouque couldn't help but want to... smile.

happy.

If there was a moment when I had been happy, it must have been that moment?

When embraced by the child, he felt that even failure did not matter. When it was determined that his respect and love came from within, what he experienced was supreme joy and joy.

Why do you even become so stupid?

Guo Shouque didn't know, but it was just a memory, which made him feel fulfilled and made him realize what the so-called happiness is, and he couldn't give up.

He was intoxicated by this fleeting and indescribable sweetness, and he did not want to wake up again.

Wandering again and again.

Even if it dissipated so quickly, it became so indifferent when it left.

Until the last ray of warmth fell into the throat ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ This short-lived dream completely dissipated.

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

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

There was a fine echo.

Above the stands, everyone was stiff in place, their eyes widened hard, they couldn’t believe the scene they saw, they couldn’t believe it...

Until the rickety old man finally lifted his face, revealing the distressed wet marks on his cheeks.

Tears.

After the two changes, ask for monthly tickets.

The stone soup in the text comes from a French fairy tale, but what is interesting is that it is clearly France, but the background is ancient China... It can only be said that everyone will be romantic and will put love and hope in the distance.

(End of this chapter)

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