All Things That Eat Halberd Are Reborn

"Not only is there no problem, but it even feels a little warm." This is the most real feeling of Mo Bai beside the campfire.

The combined effects of the fire-controlling god skill Explosive Flame and Gawain's Holy Sun Sword Caventin are surprisingly good, and Mo Bai even began to wonder if he had discovered the true usage of this holy sword.

Although the flames enveloping the entire bonfire stand are extremely hot, Mo Bai with the holy sword in his hand can extinguish the flames with just one thought, and his cooking skills are explosive, his control over this terrifying sea of ​​flames in the eyes of the audience is simply amazing Reached the point of random drive.

The fighting cock tied to the cross grill was straight into the flames, and then the golden flame became soft and smooth with the ink white will, and the firepower was evenly and evenly distributed to the whole marinated fighting cock.

In the gentle licking of the flames, the fighting cocks are slowly coloring, and the appetizing aroma is also wafting out along the heat wave.

"Brother Mo is amazing! Such a fierce fire can be used for barbecue!" Zhu Hao looked at the roast chicken that was quickly colored in the golden flame, and couldn't help but be overwhelmed.

"It's really powerful." Chen Xie nodded in agreement.

Even if he doesn't know how to cook, he knows that such a violent fire is impossible for ordinary people to use for cooking, not to mention that the gamecocks colored in the flames don't seem to be burnt at all.

It was as if the entire sea of ​​flames had been brought under Mo Bai's control.

"But this spice...doesn't seem to be different." Luo Ziyan Xiaoqiong shrugged her nose a few times.

It was afternoon, and the smell of grilled chicken was really delicious when I was hungry, but no matter how I smelled it, the smell was a little ordinary, and the spices used were nothing more than basic spices.

"Well, the spices of roast chicken are really unusual." Liu Xueyi affirmed. "The mystery is still in that pot of soup."

Liu Xueyi just wanted to rua Luo Ziyan's little head to soothe her nervous mood, but from the corner of her eye, she saw a crystal clear leaf suddenly appear in Mo Bai's hand.

The leaves, which are as transparent as jade, reflect the golden lines of the leaves in the golden firelight, which looks extremely luxurious.

The audience staring at Mo Bai's action by the bonfire platform suddenly gasped!

"What is that? Dream ingredients?" The wine guy was the first to sit still and looked at Zhang Yu.

His theory is very clear, if Mo Bai wants to defeat Mo Tianheng, it is obvious that a pot of soup and a grilled fighting cock are obviously not enough.

No matter how high the pure culinary skills are compared to the perfect culinary skills due to Lin level, it is only [-]-[-].

If you want to win, you must come up with something that breaks the rules and makes the cooking more soulful.

The wine guy speculated that it was a fantasy ingredient, but when Mo Bai actually brought it out, he still couldn't sit still.

It was the first time he saw the leaves in Mo Bai's hands after traveling all over the world for so many years.

What's even more strange is that the leaf looks ordinary, but it has a fatal attraction to the now weak body of the drunkard who is a gold medal hunter.

On the other side, Elder Qu and Elder Guan stared intently at the leaf in Mo Bai's hand, as if they also felt the attraction.

"I really don't know." Zhang Yu didn't feel the attraction, but some salivating instinct made him understand that what his apprentice brought out was definitely a good thing.

Facing the gaze of the wine guy, Longtou shook his head slightly.This unknown leaf-shaped fantasy ingredient really has nothing to do with him.

Beside the bonfire, Mobai, whose expression was always calm in Dajinren mode, showed violent fluctuations for the first time.

It was heartache, discomfort, the tormenting feeling of paying ten bills but getting nothing.

Mo Bai, who put on a painful mask, felt unspeakable suffering in his heart.

If it wasn't necessary, who would reveal the hole cards for others to see?

Mo Bai knew that the exposure of the Penglai elixir would cause endless troubles.

So no matter what, you must use up the leaves at once in front of everyone, and then use your identities as the leader and Zhang Yu to bite them to death. This is a dream food that you got by chance.

But... my heart aches, hey!

According to the results of Mo Bai's taste of herbs at that time, only one-third of this leaf is enough to make the medicine man and the two fellows who happened to be dying sit up in shock.

This uses one less piece of Penglai jade branch... MMP!Really heartbroken!

Fuck!You two guys better get to know each other after today!Otherwise, you have to show your old bones!

Under the attention of everyone, Mo Bai tightly clenched the leaf with his palm as if he had Parkinson's!

The energy surged, and the leaf powder drifted from the gap between the fingertips to the roasted brown fighting cock.

In the golden sea of ​​flames, a sharp cry resounded through the side hall.

"The strange, the vision is real!?"

The drinker who hadn't smelled the miraculousness of the dreamy ingredients that Mo Bai brought out had his eyes popped.

Above the golden bonfire, the divine bird flapped its wings and sang loudly!

Chapter 690. The best chicken in the world

"What kind of dream food is this?" Everyone in the side hall opened their mouths, and countless pairs of eyes fell on the bright bird, even though their eyes were astringent and tears filled their eyes, they did not want to look away.

They witnessed a miracle.

It was a miracle that a vision appeared before the cooking was finished.

But the person who created this miracle with his own hands was a super young man.

Countless thoughts came to everyone's minds, and finally turned into one sentence - "What kind of dream food is this riding horse?!"

In the golden sea of ​​flames, like a prodigal son, he personally crushed the leaves of Penglai jade branches into powder and sprinkled ink white, which made his heart hurt so badly that he couldn't breathe.

During that test of the medicine, he knew that the Penglai jade branch contained a lot of vitality, to put it bluntly, it contained a lot of vitality.

Just like the introduction of a certain kidney treasure.

A piece of refreshing.

Two slices never tires.

Three slices of immortality.

Although it is somewhat inaccurate, it roughly means such a strong invincible.

If he saves some money for the future, Mo Bai is confident that he can truly subdue this penglai jade branch of question mark quality, so as to make a dish that is not weaker than the thick soup of the century.

Facing the grilled chicken that has been added with Penglai jade twig leaves, it releases its instinct and strong temptation, and the black-white tears that bear the brunt almost fall from the corner of its mouth.

But Mo Bai is very clear that this thing is obviously not edible now.

Excessive medicine is poisonous, and in a sense, excessive vitality is the same.

Relying on the huge vitality to survive without sleep for seven days, many people may be able to do it, but after seven days, the vitality provided by Penglai Yuzhi is exhausted, and the fatigue accumulated during these seven days without the support of the former is an invisible avalanche .

Not everyone can be an animal like Mo Bai.

"Maybe master can be counted as one..." Suddenly, a very dangerous thought flashed through Mo Bai's mind.

Cough cough... Closer to home, is the picture of the vision of the divine bird good-looking?In exchange for waste!

"Maybe this is fate."

"Use the fantastic ingredients left by Mo Tianjiao to solve the Mo family's affairs."

Mo·Thinking About·Bai tried his best to comfort himself.

Roasted chicken is very fragrant, but if it is this level of roasted chicken, it can be seen everywhere in the entire imperial capital.

But since Mobai was sprinkled with the leaves of Penglai jade branches, everything has become different.

The magic-like attraction became stronger as the golden flame rose.

The golden flame continued to tumbling, and everyone refused to look away even though their eyes were hurt by the flames.

As time passed by every minute and every second, the vision of the golden divine bird above the flames slowly began to become restless.

"Should... almost?" Miyoko Kitajo rubbed her sour and tearful eyes, temporarily getting rid of that magical attraction.

Her words also brought the girls with red eyes back to their senses.

"It is indeed possible." Erina tried hard to maintain the image of her eldest lady while blinking her sour eyes. "Roasted chicken can also be roasted to eight or nine degrees, and then removed from the fire to use its own residual heat to achieve the final one or two degrees of maturity."

"But... Baibai doesn't seem to think so." Alice's voice raised a few degrees in their ears.

"What?" The girls looked again, and the golden bonfire seemed to be a little more prosperous.

The vision of the divine bird seemed to have sensed it. Unable to sit still, it let out a long cry and began to flutter anxiously above the fire with its wings, as if trying to break free from the shackles and escape from the golden sea of ​​flames.

"Something seems wrong!" The audience, who was also rubbing their eyes, noticed something unusual. "The vision of cooking—the commotion has begun!"

One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and the attention of the audience who got rid of it was concentrated on the vision of the divine bird that was constantly circling and dancing as if trying to extinguish the flames.

"How is this possible?"

"Could it be that the cooking of the Mohist boy will fail?!"

"Brother Mo, this is..." Zhu Hao held the paper fan, and he also looked at it with trepidation.

Chen Xie and Luo Ziyan, two pure gourmet hunters, shook their heads, but Liu Xueyi remained silent.

From being taken down to being opened, Mo Tianheng, who stayed in the corner of the judging table without saying a word, was slightly touched.

His eyes flicked over the fighting cocks on the fire.

The best time for the chicken to leave the fire has indeed passed, but with every minute and every second of the chicken's own juice evaporating, the whole roast chicken has never seen the slightest burnt, and the fire throat remains unbelievably uniform.

"Could he be thinking..." Mo Tianheng recalled the family dinner on New Year's Day, he and Mo Bai had a [excessive] conversation in the kitchen.

"It's only been a month... Can he really comprehend the essence of [overcooked] cooking?"

No, maybe it can!

The moment a question arose in his mind, Mo Tianheng immediately had an answer.

Once upon a time, the Mohists had such a genius who couldn't be measured by common sense!

"Too much!?" On the judging stage with clear divisions, the leader commented on the cooking skills for the first time.

The voice of the dragon head is not loud, but the powerful words are full of majesty.

The noise in the side hall then fell silent.

Go too far!

It refers to the heat of the ingredients, and it is also a certain type of Chinese cuisine.

This type of cuisine deliberately deviates from the cooking temperature of the ingredients that should be eaten, and then uses the chef's deep skill control to pull back the deviated ingredients and add superb taste and texture to make it look new.

And related to this kind of cuisine, without exception, all of them are big dishes, horizontal dishes, and famous dishes!

"Has Xiaomo stepped out of the confines of his original culinary skills?" Zhang Yu looked at the young man who was integrated with the fire, with a melancholy look on his face.

The purpose of Zhang Yu's trip back to China was also to broaden Mo Bai's horizons, but he did not expect that Mo Bai's growth exceeded his expectations again.