Special Yingzhou air-cooled soba noodles.

　　 A stack of cold noodles and a bowl of dipping sauce were placed in front of Enrico.

　　 In the long silence, Enrico's expression twitched, lowered his head, looked at the plate in front of him, raised his head, looked at Huai Shi, and looked down at the plate in front of him.

　　 "What's this?"

　　 "Specially made Yingzhou wind cooling..."

　　 "It doesn't matter whether it is air-cooled or water-cooled, but where is the soba noodles?!"

　　 Rao is a shameless person like Enrico, and he is angry at the food mixed with water: "Where is the buckwheat!"

　　 "Forgot to put it."

　　 Huai poetry is as calm as ever.

　　 "Then why call cold soba!"

　　 "I said it's a special one, are you annoying."

Huaizhi Suzi raised his hand and flicked the soot, and said impatiently: "If you want to be happy, it doesn't matter if you call it boiled cabbage. The name is just a title, and the content is the essence. You don't want to eat it for free, do you want it? Do I charge money?"

　　"Listen to me, people, you have to get a good meal to survive!

　　Only charged dishes, chefs will carefully create. Like this kind of free goods, it is just to attract customers to the store, turn consumers into commodities, and then sell membership cards and beverage service garbage at high prices. "

　　 "Trash, do you know? Just like your maggots! Give me a good taste of the essence of free products!"

　　 Ms. Suzi with a paper pinch off the cigarette, presses her hands on the cooking table, forwards, looking down at him, rudely ordered one by one: "Take me to eat, now, immediately!"

　　 was looked at by those ferocious eyes, and could understand her anger almost empathically, and at the same time, felt the horror like an abyss.

　　 Even Enrico couldn't help being stunned for a moment, feeling a biting chill.

　　 At the same time, there was a sudden in my heart.

　　 Must eat this bowl of things, no matter what is in it, it must be eaten... Otherwise, it may really... be killed by this woman.

　　 difficult, stiff and nodding.

　　 Then the killing intent disappeared without a trace, replaced by a flower-like smile, full of relief and satisfaction.

　　 "That's right."

　　 A pair of handy chopsticks were handed up, and they were carefully opened for him, put them into his hands, and told him: "Try it, Enrico, this is your destiny."

　　 involuntarily sat in front of the dining table.

　　 holding chopsticks.

　　 looked down at the plate of cold noodles in front of him that was still air-conditioned, and the sauce without any intentions.

　　 Sniffing the bleak, featureless and unpleasant taste, the first thought that emerged in his heart was not rejection.

　　 is the helplessness of empathy.

　　 "It's so shabby."

　　 In this case, he couldn't help but said it.

　　 "Yeah, it's too shabby."

　　 Huaishi said, picking up the soup, and Yue Chu stirred the macaroni in the pot instead of him to avoid sticking the pot. The movements were simple and neat, without any concealment, with a magnanimous posture that everyone could see, helping Enrico solve his worries.

　　 did not use any nasty methods at all.

　　 Even if Enrico looked at such a solemn and serious back, he couldn't help but say thank you.

　　 "No need."

　　 Huaishi turned his back to him and responded calmly: "Wasting food is shameful. Enrico, whether it is throwing away food or trampling food into **** maliciously, is an unforgivable behavior.

　　 When you are wasting food, there are also people who have to rely on boiled noodles for three meals a day... Shabby is normal, but shabby is justified.

　　Because I want to save money, because I want to put money on things that are more worth buying, in order to be able to live better in the future, so now I can only helplessly get rid of shabby.

　　 Even if it was so humiliating, he was hesitant like a wild dog. It didn't matter if everyone looked down upon him. Living for better, not for mixing good things with rotten cheese. "

　　 Huanzhi Mozi knocked on the soup, put it on the chopping board, and looked back at Enrico.

　　 And Enrico had already stirred up the first strand of vermicelli. After dipping it in water, he put it in his mouth—predictably, there was no taste at all.

　　 The dried noodles are already boiled.

　　 is not overheating, but this kind of cheap noodles is only to this extent.

　　 When placed in the mouth, it spreads into a sticky ball. It tastes like chewing wax, making it hard to swallow. Enrico never dreamed that he would eat something like this one day.

　　 No matter how you chew, you can't taste other flavors. It can be imagined that I am eating beef, lamb, and fish **** under the chopsticks.

　　 But the imagination does not exist after all.

　　 I just sit here and eat some noodles.

　　 As a result, what came out of my heart was a panic and sadness.

　　 followed closely, and felt the sour taste in the water, and the vinegar was too much. And there is no reconciliation at all, the acid is too much, and the recoil makes the high-quality edible vinegar look like cheap acid water.

　　 The tip of the nose twitched.

　　 The noodles became hard to swallow.

　　 Then, what I felt was bitterness, a deep bitterness that could not be ignored.

　　 The salt in the crudely put in the condiments spread out, whipping the tip of the tongue, the rough salt grains on the **** and seaweed melted in the mouth and turned into lingering bitterness.

　　 almost penetrated into the soul.

　　 makes the taste of the noodles more embarrassing, disgusting, and can't eat it!

　　 But I can't spit it out.

　　 It is as if an invisible force is forcing him to eat. It must be eaten. It doesn’t matter how bad it is. Otherwise, you will not survive.

　　 Otherwise, you will starve to death.

　　 The sorrow and bitterness spread rapidly, along with the batter, swallowed into his throat, with a faint tingling, making him take a deep breath.

　　 is mustard.

　　 Mustard choked him.

　　 Red eyes.

　　 Inhaled wildly, turned his head, and sneezed a huge sneeze, almost crying.

　　 How many years hasn't been so embarrassed?

　　 This familiar bitterness and sorrow, as well as the pain of the lungs, every bite is like eating mud and stones, the body resists, and the throat resists.

　　 But I still have to eat...

　　 must eat it!

　　 Otherwise, everything is over.

　　 In a trance, a mocking voice sounded again.

"What's the matter? Enrico? Is that what he was able to talk about before?" The old man mocked coldly and drove people impatiently: "If you can't hold it, please leave my kitchen. Don't die in the sacred kitchen, and I don't need such waste here!"

　　 "No, no, please don't stop."

　　 Enrico gritted his teeth, holding back tears, got up from the ground, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the blurry figure of the old man: "I can still eat, I can still continue!"

　　 Then continue.

　　 Continue to eat bitter medicine and **** food until there is no cure.

　　 contains humiliation and pain.

　　 Can hard work and reluctance get results? Can we usher in a glorious future? Or is it possible to modify the shameful past? Those contemptuous eyes, and the indifference from the closest person?

　　 In the dry and cold taste, he lowered his head and ate the cold noodles on the plate bite after bite.

　　 recalled the scars left by the closest person.

　　 "Waste! How could I have your shameful son! A simple appetizer can be made like this? What are you thinking in your head... Get out of my kitchen!"

　　 Then get out, go as far as you can.

　　 To study hard and painstakingly, I don’t know how many days and nights of suffering and hard work, I can’t get recognition, I can’t see hope. Instead, he pushed into the abyss of despair time and time again.

　　Father, what should I do to be satisfied?

　　 defeat you? I have done it.

　　 I have defeated countless people.

　　 Rely on the only effort I can do.

　　 But why don’t you look at me? Isn't it just a glance?

　　 In the difficult swallowing, the coldness gradually spread, swallowing his body, occupying his consciousness, and even freezing his soul.

　　 As if to take away all the heat.

　　 This is a cold water noodle specially made with the suffering and pain of a long time.

　　 Invisible forward, numb running and hesitating fear. Those things spread out with the chewing, entangled in Enrico's lungs.

　　 This is not a poison, nor is it a curse, it's just what I have personally experienced... Despair!

　　 belongs to the despair of the seventeen-year-old boy Huai Shi.

　　 There is no end in sight, no boundary, no way out, and there is no salvation from the sky... Enrico has been lost in this cold, full of sourness and bitterness, and can hardly extricate himself.

　　 was trembling in the violent panting.

　　'S breath turned into white mist that lost its temperature.

　　 Those mocking voices, disgusting eyes, and hostile expressions surround him, like straws piled up on the back of a camel.

　　 The more memories are, the more pain and despair I can feel.

　　 Looking back on the long career of forty years, what remains is not a beautiful moment, but countless scars and ugly struggles with invisible end.

　　 In order to survive, to grow, and to become stronger, he is constantly giving up.

　　 abandoned everything.

　　 Even if he became a cook demon, even if he won a victory, his already cold heart couldn't get any satisfaction. No matter how subtle miracles and disasters are, they can't get even a trace of warmth from them.

　　 can't get any happiness.

　　 At that moment, he woke up from sorrow, lowered his head, staring at the reflection in the water, his blue-purple face, suddenly muttered:

　　 "Look, happiness belongs to others, and I have nothing..."

　　 "Yes." Huai Shi nodded.

　　 "...Why is this happening?" Enrico raised his head blankly and looked at the opponent in front of him: "Why do I have to be so painful?"

"I do not know either."

　　 Huaishi looked at him pityingly, as if looking at the old boy, after thinking about it, and seriously saying: "It's probably because of the hit."

　　 Click it.

　　 The broken voice sounded.

　　 From Enrico's hands.

　　 The chopsticks were squeezed and broken into several knots. With such a huge force, it felt like he was about to squeeze his fingers.

　　 From the bitter cold, unspeakable anger burst out.

　　Because I saw Huaishi's eyes, because I noticed the pitying eyes on those stands.

　　 That's why I felt more pain.

　　 It's so angry.

　　 "Why look at me with such a poor sight!"

　　 His complexion flushed, and he violently overturned the dining table in front of him, yelled at Huai Shi and the people on stage: "I just want to be like you! Is this wrong!!!"

　　 "No one said you were wrong, Enrico." Huaishi calmly flicked the ashes and told him: "It's just a little bit of hardship. It's not something that can't be crossed. People always have a dream in mind."

　　 "But I'm thinking about it all in my dreams!"

　　 Enrico roared in grief: "I want to be as genius as you! As powerful as you! Is it useful if you want it!"

"But I can't do it, no matter how hard I try, I can't do it! I just...I just want to stand on a high place with you, why should I look at me with that kind of trash eyes. Is it because Is my heart not sincere enough? Or, I must be a joke!"

　　 "You guys, do you want to make a fool of me like this! Okay, do you want me to kneel!"

　　 With unspeakable hatred, resentment, and despair, the man roared out of control, saliva almost squirted out of his mouth, and shouted with all his strength, but he could no longer restrain his tears.

　　 "I can, no matter how humble request I do."

　　 "Please look at me, please!"

　　 I forgot where it was, where I was, and even forgot that I was my enemy in front of me. He lay down on the ground embarrassedly, pleading embarrassedly.

　　 "Please, teach me. How can I be like you."

　　 He was crying, choked, lowered his head, letting his tears and nose fall into the dust, like a wild dog hesitating, praying for charity and mercy.

　　 is eager for the person in front of him to answer his doubts.

　　 Please teach me, Miss Huaizhi.

　　 Please...help me.

　　 Regretfully, in the long silence, there was only the voice of pity from that woman.

　　 "Sorry, no one can teach you, Mr. Enrico."

　　 With such a cold sentence, Huaizhi Mozi said softly: "Except for yourself, no one else can save you."

She raised her hand, grabbed the soup, picked up the boiling hollow noodles in the pot, put it in a bowl, drained, then skillfully stirred the sauce, and finally, turned out a piece of cheese from her cooking table. Melt, stir the sauce and pour evenly in a bowl.

　　 took a deep breath and felt the thick milky aroma and the fresh sourness of tomatoes.

　　 is appetizing.

　　 "Don't be sad, let's eat bowl noodles first."

Set the table again, and then put a new bowl of macaroni and cheese in front of Enrico: "This is not magic cooking, but the skills I learned from my elders. It may not be too delicious, but it's sad. At that time, it’s always right to eat something high in calories."

　　 She picked up the fork, passed it, and smiled brilliantly:

　　 "After all, even if you lose weight, you have to eat first, right?"

　　 "……"

　　Full? eat? Eat this kind of casual concoction?

　　 In silence, the dumb Enrico picked up the fork, lowered his head, glanced at the macaroni in front of him, and felt the warmth and sweetness that he had never felt before.

　　 Boring, is there any value in this kind of meaningless cooking?

　　 Even though he thought so, his body couldn't help but fork a piece.

　　 put it in the mouth.

　　 The sticky cheese flows on the tip of the tongue, bringing a thick milky fragrance. The sweet and sour ketchup is spread out, and together with the noodles, it turns into a gentle warmth and spreads in the lungs.

　　 could not help taking a deep breath, forgetting his embarrassment and despair,

　　 Forked a piece again, chewed, forgetting the pain and sourness, and immersed in this beautiful fragrance. The cold was dispelled, and even the pain in my heart seemed to be redeemed and restored.

　　 Just like this, the speed is getting faster and faster. In the end, he lowered his head and took the big bowl in his hand.

　　 I want to bury it directly in the bowl.

　　 wantonly gluttonous.

　　 With this rare warmth, he swallowed all the pain and coldness into his abdomen, completely, unable to stop.

　　 Until the end, a pot of macaroni was eaten by the two.

　　 Enrico habitually picked up the spoon, but he was stunned to see the empty bottom of the pot. After a long time, his shoulders shook, as if laughing.

　　 laughed at himself.

　　 put down the clean as new tableware in his hands.

　　 lowered his head and thanked the woman smiling in front of him.

　　 "Is it better?" Huai Shi asked.

　　Enrico nodded silently.

　　 "So, any ideas?"

　　 "...No, I can't think of it, because this is my limit."

　　 In the long silence, he suddenly raised his head and said: "Moreover, I don't plan to continue to be a cook."

　　'S speech was like a shock, breaking the silence in the arena, making everyone in the audience dull and open their mouths in disbelief.

　　 When this sentence is said, it seems to be relieved.

　　 Farewell to the sea of ​​suffering that has been entangled for a lifetime.

　　Enrico laughed, calm and soft, no more pain and hesitation.

　　 "Is it really so decided?" Huai Shi asked curiously.

　　Enrico nodded.

　　 "That's right."

He nodded in agreement and couldn't help but patted his shoulder: "There are many choices in life. If it is painful, it doesn't matter if you don't be a cook. However, in the future, you have to work harder... I suggest you find one first. Girlfriend, let’s start."

　　 "Please bypass me for this."

　　 Enrico laughed helplessly, but no matter what, he couldn't help but cry. It's not because of pain and despair, but because of this sudden tranquility, I can't help the gratitude surging in my heart.

　　 "Then, thank you for your hospitality!"

　　 Huaizhi Suzi slowly got up, smiled happily at him, waved goodbye, hummed a song, turned and left.

　　 Just like that, in the dead silence, the second showdown between the cooking monsters ended here.

　　 The final result, no doubt!

　　——Paper-like element, win!

　　.

　　 At this moment, when everyone on the venue stared at the face that was so beautiful that it was so beautiful, they all felt a chill and horror from their hearts.

　　 In just twenty minutes, two dishes, one of which is not even a magic cooking...

　　 In this way, it was easy for a kitchen demon who had experienced many battles to give up all the pursuits of his first half of his life, and willingly drowned in the warmth she created.

　　 Incomprehensible and unbelievable.

　　 But the fact is just before everyone's eyes, along with the huge fear and shadow.

　　 The entire arena seemed to be shrouded in that petite and slender figure, making it hard for them to breathe.

　　 "This is... a real thing, it's a'devil'."

　　 In the long silence, only Guo Shouque's unreserved praise and appreciation, accompanied by weird and sharp laughter, echoed in everyone's hearts.

　　 That’s right, besides the ‘magic’, what else can manipulate human will to such an extent?

　　 At that moment, no one had any doubts about the information sent by Tomorrow’s News.

　　The witch with a severed head, Motoko with paper!

　　.

　　.

　　 It happened half an hour ago.

　　 Just when the game just started, Maki heard a voice coming from her side.

　　 seems to have known each other.

　　 has a calm and polite tone, without any offense from uninvited guests. Just ask, "Can I sit here?"

　　 When she looked back in shock, she saw the young man standing in the aisle.

　　 To be exact, it is a samurai with a saber.

　　 That is the man with the highest voice among the candidates for the head of the family. At the same time, he is also Maki's nominal cousin.

　　 Subconsciously, Maki shrank back a bit, while the crow who remained beside her raised his scarlet eyes and looked towards Jiu Jing, fierce and hungry.

　　 "Please rest assured, I will not do anything rude. After all, Maki, you are also my blood relatives. Didn't you call my brother when you were young?"

　　 See Jiu Jing smiled indifferently, and pointed to the chair next to it: "Can I sit down? I have something to say."

　　 In silence, after a long time, I really hope to nod.

　　 So ~lightnovelpub.net~ sat down quietly for a long time, sitting tightly, with a meticulous attitude. Without any coercion or harshness, just like a conversation between brothers and sisters, calmly asked:

　　 "Maki, your collaborator... is Kohaku?"

　　 "……"

　　 Maki stiffened all over.

　　 I don't know how to respond, whether it should be an agreement or a rebuttal, or silence.

　　 "This is not such a secret thing. After all, your agent, the Ms. Moko, and Amber have publicly revealed an intimate relationship. It is actually very simple to guess."

　　 Jiujing waved his hand and said straightforwardly: "To be honest, this matchup was initiated by my suggestion."

　　 was really surprised, his eyes widened from beginning to end, without any leisure time to relax.

　　 "Although part of the selfishness is to hope that you will not be involved in such a dirty thing, it would be nice to be able to exit. But more, I just want to create an environment and have a good chat with you."

　　 See Jiu Jing thought for a while, and after a moment of silence, she told her: "Although it is abrupt to say that, I think it's best to be frank with your intentions first.

　　 Therefore, I will not hide anything. "

　　He said, "Maki, please break the covenant with Kohaku."

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