All Things That Eat Halberd Are Reborn

Chen Xie, who was watching on the Internet, once thought that there was no hope for this round when Qu Yang brought out the [Twenty-Four Bridges and Moonlight Night] that the drunk guy admired.

But the big turning point in the result really surprised him.

Mo shocked me!

"It seems that something happened at the scene that we can't see." Seeing this result, the drunkard raised the wine gourd and gave a meal. "But the thirteen votes that determine the victory are what the Mobai boy deserves."

The fruit that is planted, the flower that blooms.

In addition to the various tastes of the dishes, the human touch is the biggest off-site factor.

Regardless of the time, it is the most basic attitude of the chef to let every diner who enters the door have food to fill their stomachs, and it is also the biggest accumulation of Mobai from the beginning to the present.

"I can take care of the re-entering guests with ease in the heavy work that has been repeated for a day. I can't do this." Zhu Hao really admired Mo Bai's strategy of hard-stacking the quantity from one to the other .

Of course, if you try it, you can avoid it. Zhu Hao is still a bit B in terms of physical strength.

"The trump card failed to play its due role, and I am afraid that Qu Yang will be miserable next time."

Food halberd room.

Qu Yang stared blankly at the curtain outside the glass wall.

"You actually... lost?"

Before he was allowed to think about what happened, the theme of the next round was projected.

【Supper】.

After half an hour of dinner, the time has come to eleven o'clock in the evening, and there is basically no difference between the after dish and the supper.

"Don't think wildly." The biting ice water forced the messy brain to calm down, and Qu Yang returned to rationality.

"It's just that the plan has changed a little bit, and it takes more effort."

"Mobai's dishes have to be cooked one by one after all, it is impossible to serve them continuously like my soup dishes."

"Take a step back, even if he always wins in the lead, how long can his physical strength last?"

After wiping off the ice water on his face, Qu Yang stood up.

It's just that he forgot that sometimes part of the plan goes wrong, and the peaceful situation may collapse instantly like an avalanche.

Mo Bai, who had found the key to breaking the game, had already shown his fangs.

He, Mobai, is beginning to be inappropriate!

When Qu Yang's chrysanthemum water snake soup, nourishing scallop and millet porridge, sweet and fire-reducing Xianglian with rock sugar and other dishes were served on the table, what was waiting to compete with him was the king of night snacks—grilled skewers!

Roast beef, roast lamb, grilled chicken wings, grilled leeks, grilled oysters...

A dark and hearty smile was projected on the curtain, and the big white teeth that were shining neatly shone with an inexplicably frightening coldness.

34:56

Before Qu Yang figured out why his soup dishes lost to the greasy barbecue, the war started again!

It's half past one in the morning, and it's still midnight snack!

"Tsk tsk, this three-flavored crab soup tastes really good." The rich old man scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth, sighing.

"The ancient Yunhua crab has three flavors."

"The taste of crab legs is like shrimp, the taste of crab body is like fish, and the taste of crab meat is hidden in crab claws."

"Qu Yang really embodies all these very well."

"Finished?" The skinny old man glanced at the corner of his mouth, as if to say, "What kind of nonsense are you explaining in half-baby and half-old ways?" "There's still leftover Bo Bo Chicken from the Mohist boy."

"What else?" Hearing that the rich old man didn't even want the bowl, he forcibly turned the flesh of his chin into the length of his neck.

"Hey, hey, little girl, come here, give me another one."

Don't ask, it's delicious to ask!

Chapter 652. Winning and Losing

12:43

Qu Yang loses again!

As time went by, there were fewer and fewer reviewers, but the number of votes was getting bigger and bigger.

From ten votes to twenty votes to thirty votes, Qu Yang couldn't figure out how the gap in the number of votes for his all-out effort, which had already exceeded the quota, would become wider and wider.

It was as if he also couldn't figure out why this group of jury diners with an average age of fifty could still eat such greasy and spicy food in the middle of the night.

"It is necessary... to speed up the pace!" Qu Yang gritted his teeth.

Although in these few rounds he was no match for increasing the number of dishes in order to gain votes, but compared to Mo Bai, who has been working non-stop since the beginning of the assembly line, he doesn't believe in this evil!

According to the regular time, there is a round of two hours, with half an hour of rest in between. It should be morning after three rounds of supper.

But in fact, Qu Yang and Mo Bai couldn't hold back the toughness. They served the dishes directly after they finished cooking. It's impossible for the people in the hall to watch the dishes and wait until the time to eat, right?

Facing this group of bigwigs who dare to do this, the person in charge of Shiji has basically come to an end this time.

If it is not written in the rules, then you can do it!

The first round of supper is from 23:00 to 1:00, full attendance for two hours.

The second round of supper is from 1:30 to 3:00, saving half an hour.

The third round of supper is from 3:30 to 4:30, saving an hour.

After three rounds between the two of them, the clock clearly marked [-]:[-] in the morning, which could be regarded as dawn.

But the winter dawn... always comes later.

Under the dark and dreary sky, a biting cold wind blows, very much like Qu Yang's mood.

At 8:36 and 3:29, the voting scores of the next two rounds were like two bullets hitting Qu Yang's heart.

However, the closer it was to the desperate moment, Qu Yang calmed down strangely.

There was no panic, no madness, and it seemed that the chaos of the world had left him for a moment.

How long has he not experienced such a battle?

Even if I'm so exhausted that I don't want to move anymore when I sit down, every time I distribute food, it seems that the cells of the whole body are resisting, but what is the matter of the excitement and joy condensed in the chest?

This moment has nothing to do with disputes or relatives, Qu Yang simply wants to defeat the boy on the other side.

The drum sounded, and the free consciousness returned to the body.

At the window of the eating halberd room, the dark sky covered by dark clouds finally showed a ray of light.

"Finally... until the morning." Qu Yang's chapped lips curled up into a smile, and he stood up leaning on the armrest of the sofa.

If you start over with breakfast...

"Plop~" The recipe reconstructed in the mind stagnated at the moment when the consciousness dissipated.

After all, the dawn did not fall for him.

"Chef Qu Yang!!" The medical staff outside the door who had been preparing for a long time since the early morning poured into the dining room in an instant.

And from the moment the staff entered the food halberd room, the result of the food halberd was finally settled.

The news of Mo Bai's victory over Qu Yang resounded through the imperial capital with a golden gong.

Just when Mobai cut down Qu Yang and took the first step in Huaxia.

The tug-of-war in the Far East had very different results.

Red Cloud!

The coquettish blood-like red cloud is like a pillar of smoke connecting the sky and the earth, and the traditional barrier of Nasuno Jingu erupts, which lasts for half a day.

"Well, it's as expected." Ashiya Road stared at the scarlet volcanic eruption covering half of the sky in the distance. He stabilized his sunglasses, and the black car that was suspended on the top of the mountain quickly disappeared with the car windows up.

"Great Miko!?" It wasn't until the red cloud stopped, and the Miko who surrounded Nasuno Shrine in full gear woke up, and ran towards Nasuno Shrine in a panic.

Everyone rushed to the main hall, and the great priestess of the shrine and the four priestesses of the shrine all lay down on the ground.

In a corner farther away, all the people participating in the god sacrifice were also lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

"Cough~cough~" After a long time, a weak cough made the witches who seemed to be petrified regain their mobility.

"It's Commander Nakiri!" Seeing Nakiri Senzaemon who opened his eyes slightly, all the witches rushed into the main hall to treat the wounded.

Fortunately for the witches, although the scene looked scary, in fact, everyone's lives were safe.

What should be moved, what should be cleaned, the wound should be cleaned, a series of rescue procedures are completed, only Yang Zhe from the food party is missing on the scene.

"Commander, what happened?" The highest-ranking priestess teacher on weekdays carefully carried the unconscious Tennyo Hagoromo onto the stretcher, and then anxiously asked Nakiri Senzaemon, who was resting against the wall.

"The sacred ceremony...failed." Nakiri Senzaemon's face was haggard, as if his life was hanging by a thread, how could he have the momentum before the sacred ceremony?

"what!?"

One word startled thousands of waves.

On the mountain peak near Nasuno Shrine, Yang Zhe looked at the scene of ambulance personnel coming and going in front of the Shrine with a cold expression.

The blue gate of the starry sky opened slowly behind him.

Bai Li appeared behind Yang Zhe. In addition to the silver meteorite cane, she also had a beautifully carved lacquered wooden box.

Yang Zhe didn't speak. After nodding slightly to Bai Li, he slowly stretched out his palm towards the sky.

The scarlet gem the size of a fist in the palm echoes the red clouds in the sky, and there seems to be a coquettish laughter in the ear.

The cold wind on the top of the mountain became more and more frenzied.

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"Fuck!"

Mobai, a carp, jumped up from the bed, refocused his pupils and saw the surrounding environment clearly before sitting back on the bed.

"This laughter... is really permeating." Mo Bai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The coquettish laughter that was suspected of being pressed by a female ghost frightened him.

After sitting for a while and waking up, Mo Bai glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table.