Rolling Two-dimensional

The flames of terrifying temperature burn on the body, giving people a feeling of anxiety and stimulation that is so intense that they are suffocating.

A pair of crimson eyes opened in front of him, and a behemoth stared at Su Ming tightly.

Then, in Su Ming's surprised eyes, the creature with the shape of a giant dragon put its head in front of him.

Then... a gentle wen.

Su Ming was stunned for a moment, but found that the giant dragon had disappeared, and only Erina was hugging him.

Their lips touched with a touch of warmth.

It turned out to be the case.

The teenager opened his eyes and found that the surrounding environment had returned to reality.

Erina was smiling softly at him over there.

Enthusiasm like fire - the girl integrated her fiery feelings for Su Ming into it, and created a flaming dragon, expressing her heart like fire to him.

"Is this a confession?" Su Ming teased.

Erina blushed, glanced at her, and the meaning was self-evident.

"Erina's cooking, I think you are all familiar with it, right?" Su Ming's eyes swept over the surrounding censors, and his aura gradually dissipated.

The big guys who had recovered some of them had sweat on their foreheads again.

What a strong pressure!

"Of course, we all understand the ability of the tongue of God, and since it is the meaning of the main judge..."

Speaking of which, the meaning is self-evident.

Sure enough, there are privileged classes everywhere.

However, Su Ming was right. Erina's recipe does have the capital to pass the test - no, it should be said that it is a piece of cake.

But this kind of confession dish, how could it be possible for others to taste it.

Erina's heart, naturally only he can feel it.

……

time flies.

A day's break through again.

Just as Su Ming thought, this time is purely a competition of realms.

People with high realm can naturally make dishes that make people think--whether it's dragon meat or anything else, as long as they think about it, when they put it in your mouth, it will become the taste you think.

This is the talent of a top-level chef.

Including Su Ming, there are only a dozen or so in the world.

Well, of course, there were only a dozen people left in the end.

It's only the third level, and the number of people eliminated has exceeded nine-tenths.

This terrifying elimination rate makes audiences all over the world who are sitting in front of computers and TV watching the live broadcast are stunned.

But no one thinks those chefs are chickens.

Because they are all well-known leading figures, each of them is wrapped in countless halos.

It can only be said that the opponent is too strong, the review is too harsh, and the topic is too perverted.

Everyone thinks like this.

Therefore, they were extremely shocked at the dozen or so people who were able to stay until now.

"It really belongs to the prosperous world of Yuanyue..."

Bastion sighed beside Su Ming.

There were 17 people left in the field, and 12 of them were born in Totsuki. This amazing number almost didn't make the judges who saw this form swallow it.

Su Ming smiled, picked up a chapter of text at hand, and glanced at the last dozen or so people left over there.

At the same time, the emcee also loudly announced the content of the last level.Peerless Tangmen www.jueshitangmen.info

Tetris.

When you think of this classic game, what comes to mind?

Overlap, average, dissipate.

The content of the last level is - to make a dish, to ensure that it has more than ten flavors, and that each flavor does not overlap, and the taste of each flavor is average and will not be masked by others. After eating ten flavors, create new flavors and dissipate all previous flavors!

wow——

Almost as soon as the title came out, everyone and the audience were shocked.

Harsh, too harsh!

Where is cooking here? !

What cooking competition would give such a harsh question?

Yes...that is the God of Cooking Conference.

"If you can't even do this, you are also worthy of conferring gods?" Su Ming just sneered at a chef's question, and said disdainfully.

Is this subject difficult?

Su Ming can do it easily, because this is his ever-changing.

Just a few more conditions.

Hearing Su Ming's voice, those people fell silent.

That's right, the God of Cooking Conference... This is a competition for conferred gods, and it is a stage to reach the highest peak in this world.

"It really can't be said to be harsh."

Dojima Gin shook his head.

He has already decided what to do.

Su Ming also knew what he wanted to do, because his movements were exactly the same as those of Si Gong over there.

Vegetable frozen.

The dishes that Su Ming had cooked in front of them.

The atmosphere in the field became calm again.

On the other hand, Su Ming raised his head and looked at the imposing Canglong that already had an absolute advantage in the sky.

He clenched his fist slightly.

A real crush.

But Su Ming suddenly felt that he seemed to have done something wrong.

It was clear that Canglong was already in a crushing situation, but it had been entrenched in the sky for so long, without breaking through the last step, swallowing all the other forces in its arms.

Why is that?

Su Ming couldn't help frowning.

He was actually thinking about it yesterday.

Potential, although derived from skills, is not limited to skills.

He also includes other things, such as mood, such as luck...

"Am I wrong?"

The young man bowed his head in thought.

From the beginning of coming to this world, to comprehending skills, will, momentum...

Then there are the autumn competitions, the selection of Yuanyue, the God of Cooking Conference...

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong, every step of the way follows...according to...etc.

Su Ming finally came to his senses. He couldn't help but look down at the piece of land he was stepping on.

This is France, this is Paris, this is where Papa has stayed for ten years, and this is where Papa's mythological journey begins.

And the God of Cooking Conference is also a grand ceremony held by my father.

"……I understand."

As Su Ming murmured, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. ..

Chapter [-] This is not my way

After all, am I still following in my father's footsteps?

After finally understanding this, Su Ming realized where he was wrong.

Yes, this is the God of Cooking Conference.

This is the stage left by my father, the meeting of the chef... not his.

"Since I am the God of Cookery, why am I still here?"

Su Ming murmured, his eyes bursting with brilliance.

The state of mind broke through, and in the sky, the entrenched Canglong roared in the sky, and finally rose into the sky.

Press the other imposing manners around you under your body.

Su Ming suddenly stood up, stepped over the judges' seat, and walked outside.