Just inside the glass, the water surface was still shaking slightly, reflecting a faint brilliance.

Everyone couldn't help but stretch out his neck and go forward to look closely.

Frowned.

"what is this?"

"water?"

"Nonsense, anyone with eyes can see that it's water ... but what the **** is this thing about?"

A kitchen demon from Yingzhou pinched his chin and thought for a long time: "It looks like it is water-cut? Good technique, neat."

Water cut.

Originally popular and Yingzhou's drinking skills, in simple terms, is to add water to the wine to reduce the alcohol level, so that people can taste the wine better.

It was first used on sake, but when exotic wines such as whiskey entered the market, they quickly became popular.

"After adding ice and water, stir well until the frost hangs on the body of the cup. It's right to cut the water."

Nonsense, anyone here who can't see this is water cut.

But the question is ... what did you cut?

Water-cut sake, even water-cut whiskey, what new breed of matryoshka do you put here?

"Besides, the glass ... should be pure water? No carbon dioxide has been added, where did so many bubbles come from? It always feels bad."

Yarum turned around and asked, "Does Mr. Guo have any opinion?"

"Oh roar, old decay can know a little about this."

Old Chef Guo smiled like an old chrysanthemum, rubbing his knees, and said after a long time: "This should be the famous dish in Dongxia cuisine, boiled cabbage!"

? ? ?

Question marks that countless for a while popped out of everyone's heads.

What the hell?

Boiling water cabbage?

Am I having problems or are you having problems?

Do you Dongxia people like to chat with others when they come across something to cook?

"Where is there such a boiled cabbage!"

"Maybe it's a subspecies." The old chef Mo Qing nodded calmly: "The cuisine always has to be new."

"Don't be kidding, if boiled cabbage, what about boiled water?"

Old Chef Guo shook his shoulders and spread his hands. "It's cold for too long."

"What about cabbage!"

"Maybe I forgot to let it go?"

The old man's face was so unpredictable and terrifying that everyone else was too lazy to hear him continue to talk nonsense.

Because Huaixi had already picked up the side note, wrote a note, and stuck it on the cup.

Intimately wrote the introduction.

[Creative cuisine-feelings of heart pain]

This is a brand-new achievement developed by him.

After combining the skills of the founder, the completely reborn fat house sad water V3.0!

After the paste, Miss Huai Paper smiled and pointed to the cup, toward Shen Jinqing.

Attentively looking forward.

Please, friend.

ど う ぞ 、 ど う ぞ ……

And Shen Jinqing was silent, sitting in a chair, dumbfounded.

It seemed to finally wake up from the horror before, staring at the water glass in front of him, his expression changed, and gradually twitched.

Restrain anger.

But the growing anger was difficult to restrain, causing him to widen his eyes and look blue.

"Don't joke, bear paper!"

Shen Jinqing scolded: "What do you think of cooking! Are you kidding me? Just this kind of thing, I just died here, jumped from here, and I definitely wouldn't ...

The voice of anger relented.

Because a heavy shadow covered his face, obscuring the light in those eyes.

From a short distance, Huai Suzi lowered his head and looked down at the opponent in front of him. He did not speak, but stared silently.

When overlooked by those dark pupils, there is no doubt that they feel the pressure from them.

That was telling him ...

Drink it!

She is warning.

As if to put that inexplicable tyranny into the soul in front of me.

So coldly, he gave an absolute and indulgent instruction to the ingredients on the chopping board.

Without words, the indifferent and mocking meaning has been deeply engraved into his soul, whispering in his ear:

Shen Jinjun, you are already a mature adult, don't you eat like a child? If you want to trick or treat without sugar, then give you some sweetness ...

In front of him, the paper tissue pulled the seasoning tray, opened the lid, and perfunctoryly, pinched a pinch of sugar into the cup in front of him.

It seems that this will give ice water a taste.

This is the last pity.

right now……

She raised her eyes again, bent down, and moved closer, staring at his pupils in close proximity, conveying the final command.

-Drink it for me!

Staring at those pupils, it seemed to instantly fall into the abyss, losing the last will to resist.

Involuntarily reached out his hand and picked up the cup.

When Shen Jinqing responded, his lips were already leaning against the rim of the cold cup, and a cold stream of water had flowed into his mouth.

Along the way down his throat, the cool coolness spread, making him unable to take a breath.

Feel a touch of refreshment.

Unexpected, sweet, and quite delicious.

No, it should be said ...

The crude sugar grabbed at random spreads between the chests with the coldness of the ice water, as if standing in the cold wind coming from the face, as if seeing the plum blossoms that gradually disappeared in the early spring period, withered on the branches. , Rickets and humble ...

His eyes gradually blurred.

Obviously there is no alcohol, but he actually feels he is drunk, indulging in this wonderful source experience, recalling the winter of that year.

At this moment, he noticed something was wrong and his pupils shrank subconsciously, wanting to resist.

But immediately afterwards, a phantom appeared.

That year, the snow that fell from the sky, and the girl standing alone on the plum tree.

The snow falling on her hair and shoulders gradually covered the small moles on her back neck, which could no longer be seen, leaving only the skin as white as snow.

When she looked back at herself, the eyes like lacquer made the heart of the young boy beat.

Soon, that phantom disappeared quickly again.

"Atao ..."

He whispered absently and fell into a trance.

Since then, how many years have she not recalled her appearance?

Even he himself has forgotten that buried memory. Now, when the afterimage of the past reappears, he is in a state of confusion and is once again intoxicated.

Involuntarily, took another sip.

By the time the reaction came, it was poison, it was too late.

Because of the sweetness remaining in the mouth, it gradually becomes sour and astringent ...

In the mist, I gradually recalled that period of my own, and only my own, short and painful youth.

"A Tao? That's the master's daughter."

"How is it? Is it a beauty? Oh, it's really enviable. Why can't I have a daughter like that?"

"Your boy, wouldn't it be a spring time? Hurry up and get me to work, don't think about it!"

Three-way work is very busy, especially for apprentices, not only to do miscellaneous work, but also to serve tea and pour water. You will be beaten and reprimanded cruelly.

Many companions in the same period couldn't bear such cruel treatment and quit, but he was the only one who persevered, clenched his teeth, endured tears, I don't know how much sleepless nights, and finally through the hardest years . Eventually, he was blessed by the master and was accepted as a formal disciple.

It wasn't until that day when he saw Ah Tao again at the banquet that he vaguely understood. Maybe I can survive the long suffering, not because of roots and perseverance, but ... I just want to see her again.

The contact between the two is nothing more than that.

The meeting under the hallway, the smiles that we met each morning and the evening, and the fragrance that remained in the air when we passed by. He was gradually fascinated by it, and gradually ... not extricated himself.

Was occupied by the figure.

I miss her face, her back, and her body like crazy, doing so many shameful things, just want to get closer to her, even if only a little.

Like a loyal dog.

As long as it is what Ah Tao said, he will listen. As long as it is what she wants, she will buy it. As long as it is what she wants to do, she will go back and do it no matter what.

Until one day, I saw someone holding her in her arms ...

How long ago was it? Why is it still so impressed in the heart.

Every time I think of it, I can't help but feel the pain in my heart.

Breathless.

He lowered his head, unconsciously pulled off the bow tie, picked up the glass, took a sip, and wanted to use ice water to suppress his boredom.

Excessive sugar diffused and entangled with the sour taste, leaving only unspeakable bitterness.

Jealous.

This is the smell of jealousy.

When he was with that person, A Tao even showed a glamorous smile he had never seen before, like the sun, deeply tingling the deep heart, making him almost mad.

It would be nice if she was happy, as long as she had a good life, it did n’t matter what she did.

Can only use this reason to comfort himself, curled up in a corner where the sun can't find, and gradually humbled like dust.

But happiness didn't come. After pregnant with the man's child, Atao was dumped by the scum. Become completely different from the past.

It didn't take long for them to go in and out with their new boyfriend ...

The smile is still there.

Only gradually and no longer the same.

Then, time after time, he was betrayed and abandoned.

It's all the fault of that group of bastards!

After each breakup, A Tao will shed tears and cry to herself. Every time, he wanted to gather courage and say what he had in mind ...

Perhaps, the next one can be yourself.

By then, she will never let her suffer that kind of harm.

Countless times, Shenjin swears like this.

Until one day late at night, the blushing cheek with a faint smell of alcohol leaned over and looked at his face, his eyes moving.

"Oh, I know." She smiled. "Shenjin Jun, you must have never held a woman yet?"

He whispered softly in his ear: "It will not be so embarrassing as long as I have tasted that taste once. How about, would you like me to help? It's your reward ...

Snapped!

In Shen Jinqing's hands, the cup cracked and opened a trace.

That's the sound of a broken dream.

Shenjin has forgotten how he answered at the time.

Just remember that I was just like that, with my head down, shameful, embarrassed ... and escaped.

Want to escape to a place where the shadow can't be followed.

Forget everything ... Since then, it has been an empty time.

Just above the stadium, Shen Jinqing has long been immersed in the bubble of dreams, leaving everything behind.

Just swallowing the bitterness in the cup, unknowingly, burst into tears.

Why did this happen?

Since when, everything has changed.

I never even noticed it.

But what about her?

Does she really know what she wants?

In the silence, tears gradually fell into the cup, bit by bit, wet the palm.

It quickly evaporated again.

It was as though he was carrying a red iron instead of a glass. In the terrible heat, he gradually burned his hands into coke and snorted.

That is the heat hidden in the wine glass finally broke out, and as the ice water decreased, it began to spread ...

Obviously, as long as you let go, you can get rid of it, but Shenjin doesn't want to let go. She just shed tears and sipped boiling bitter wine.

I just want to see that phantom again.

Once again under the plum blossoms at the first meeting, staring at the girl bathed in snow, telling her what she had always wanted to say.

"Miss A Tao, I'm from the heart ... love you."

So humble, say such words from the broken heart.

But no one has responded.

Shen Jinqing, closed his eyes, unconscious.

But even in a syncope, she was still crying and weeping, holding the drinking glass ... even if the rescuer used iron tongs, it was difficult to break apart.

Beside, Huai Shi was dumbfounded.

To say it, this is the result of his observation and selection of someone, and the inspiration he finally got, using the corrupt source of the dream cage as a material, and transforming all kinds of emotions and then recasting the results.

Water is just water.

There is only a trivial bubble seed in it.

Taking the illusion of joy as the starting point, gradually degenerating under the guidance of the ashes, and finally unable to extricate himself in the pain of despair.

This is the dream of water cutting.

It is a pity that the dream operation is not the strength of Huai Shi after all, so it relies only on the bonus brought by the decayed debris and the founder's furnace.

Not only can it not be kept for a long time, but the production time is also amazing.

Limited by his skills, it must be swallowed by the other person before he can germinate and grow along the loopholes of the other's soul, bringing the greatest pain.

This is poison coated with a layer of sugar coating. Compared with that nightmare, the high temperature on the cup is nothing more than a mere addition.

It can only be said that it has taken advantage of the kitchen demon competition.

He could not imagine what Shen Jinqing saw, and there was no way to feel empathy, but how much was guessed by his external performance.

Then, I felt admiration from the heart.

——After all, licking dogs is real cattle.

It didn't take long for the results to be completely clear.

Shen Jinqing was judged to be completely unable to restart, lost the ability to continue the game, and did not even know if he could wake up in the short term.

In the stunned eyes, Miss Huai Paper grinned, smiled slightly, and turned away with her employer.

Chef Demon vs. Opening Game.

Huai Su Su Zi, win!

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Until now, there are still many people in the audience who have not tasted it. Some people already have speculations in their hearts, but they will not speak out.

On the one hand, I'm not sure about it, on the other hand ... I'm hoping that other people will also suffer a loss after meeting her.

After all, that lady Suzi is a real strong enemy.

This is no doubt.

It is not possible to think of Shen Jinqing as a simple character because of his hasty and sudden defeat.

After all, the reputation of Three Ways is outside, and no one here can guarantee that they will be safe after eating a whole set of iron cannon feasts.

If you want to win, then you must pre-empt.

Using the rules of the game, the chef who completes first can give his opponent priority to eat his own food, and then fight for a blow to KO. Instead of eating the poison of falsification like a weird woman without solution, it is not enough, and I want ...

It can only be said that Shenjin Qing is really a pity.

Obviously, he was expected to break into the final round, but he met his worst opponent.

No matter who it is, the woman named Suzi has too much resistance to poison!

In addition to this, only Guo Lao Guomo knows the power of the upgraded version of that glass of fat house sad water.

He is really too old, has seen too much, and experienced too much, no matter what kind of skill he has experienced from his opponent.

If he guessed right, it should be the same technique as Fang Xiandao, no, it should be said that it is the general way of cooking ‘feeding seat’.

The kitchen demon tradition originated from Tianzhu, imitating the unique cooking technology formed by the devil disturbing the Buddha's consciousness ...

It seems simple, and the materials used are not so magical, but the application method of source quality is terrifying. Even if a monk is a deep meditation, as long as a bowl of milk porridge falls into his abdomen, he will still be entangled by the original sin nature of life and death, resentment, unbelievable, five blazing, and so on.

If it wasn't for the woman named Paper Suzi who didn't wear the monk's clothes during the showdown, he almost thought it was the white lotus seed of the current generation.

After all, the iconic style of the kitchen devil of that department is to look safe and harmless ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Women should look more pure and pure, men should have more herbivores and herbivores. It ’s better to pretend than anyone, but it ’s more poisonous than anyone else.

Losing to such an opponent, Shen Jinqing is not wronged.

At the beginning, it fell into the rhythm of the other party, and then was penetrated into the heart's flaws, and carried out an enhanced special attack. It was completely reasonable to completely collapse.

He had already lost half of his life when he finished his iron cannon feast in full time.

"Roar, awesome, and awesome."

The old chef Mo smiled comfortably and clapped his hands to encourage, just like the kind old senior, he admired: "It is so terrifying!"

In this way, it restrains the appetite and killing intent in the heart.

He narrowed his eyes and left the second half in his belly.

This child, never leave ...