Gourmet of Another World

Is this blood drifting from that woman?

How could there be blood? What the hell did this woman do? Nangong Mandy's heart was filled with doubt, and he looked at the little ghost with hair, and his face was full of coarseness.

She always felt that this beautiful woman was not simple, not just because the South Palace lacked the special restraints of each other.

Nangong Mandy felt very palpitated simply because of the breath emanating from her body.

After Xiaohui closed his hair, his lazy eyes raised and fell on Wan Nangong. He seemed somewhat surprised why the woman was staring at her all the time.

But she didn't care too long, so she turned around to the kitchen and looked forward to the kitchen.

Because she knew it was time for breakfast.

The smell in the kitchen is very intense and will float out shortly.

Mandy Nangong sat on the chair in an elegant position, with her long, white legs curled up and stacked on the other leg with mature charm.

Sitting beside her was a little ghost who couldn't wait to turn her head towards the kitchen from time to time, and the whole thing was a piece of food.

And what makes Nangong Mandy a little silent is that... on the other side of her chair, a black dog who doesn't know when to show up is also slapped on the table with two claws, spitting his tongue and waiting for breakfast.

Sitting in the middle of this person's dog, Mandy Nangong always felt a little weird and embarrassed.

What the hell!

Soon, the intense scent came out of the kitchen and a long, thin figure came out of the shadow of the kitchen.

Each hand carries perfumed and warm dishes.

This man is just a pedestrian.

The pedestrian formula also saw this strange combination, but the eyebrows picked it out and didn't care too much.

“Blackie, your dragon flesh drunk ribs. ”

“Ghost, your dragon-blooded rice. ”

After placing the dishes in front of Xiao Yi and Xiao Kuo, he glanced at Nangong Wan and turned into the kitchen.

He came out later with two cages of bags.

“This is a small cage bag and it tastes great and is great for breakfast. ”

After giving Mandy Nangong a cage, she also found a place to sit down and prepare to start eating.

Nowadays, in small shops, pedestrians study new dishes from time to time.

This small cage bag is his latest dish, but it's not really research anymore. After all, it has been done in previous life.

Unlike regular bags, the skins are slick and light, and after the heat steams, it becomes transparent. There is no thick soup like a soup pouch, but it is fragrant.

That's why the buns are stuffed, delicious little buns that won't get tired of eating even a dozen cages.

As a breakfast option, it's actually just right.

Nangong Wan glanced at the small bag in front of herself, and the warmth of the bag constantly attracted her.

Everyone else around has already started eating specials.

The dog, with a porcelain plate, kept pounding.

The cold woman grabbed the rice with her hands and kept stuffing it in her mouth... it was horrible to eat this picture.

“It's... delicious! ”

Mandy Nangong clamped a soft little bag with chopsticks, took a gentle bite and suddenly bit the skin, the scent burst out and flowed between her teeth.

The smell of the bun filling was also instantaneous, making her tremble all over.

A bun in the stomach, it tasted so good that she couldn't help but want to moan.

The pedestrian formula had already been eaten, but he could actually prepare a dip, just lazy pedestrian, so he didn't go to the formula.

A small cage bag would taste absolutely delicious if it was dipped with characteristic ingredients.

This time, the dog learned to eat drunken ribs when Xiaoyu licked the last bottle of dragon blood rice into the entrance.

After sticking his tongue out and licking his lips, he laughed proudly at Xiaoyu, and the dog ran back under the Enlightenment Tree to continue sleeping.

Eat, sleep, eat, daddy.

And after eating his own dragon-blooded rice, the little ghost pointed his gaze at the walking cage.

……

After eating and drinking, the pedestrian did not choose to open, but closed the bronze door and left the shop with Mandy Nangong.

They're going south of the city to sign up for the Spring Festival.

Each family actually has a fixed number of entries, and enrollment is usually in discrete repairs, or in the hands of notorious doctors and poisoners.

This presence has always been looked down upon by alchemists as walking on the left side of the door.

And it is true that even the best doctors are no better than a Lindane.

But there are still a lot of doctors and poisoners at the rejuvenation festival every year, not because of anything else, if they squeeze into the top 50, they can get huge popularity.

It won't hurt them at all to get huge popularity!

The southern part of the city is not very busy, as Tianlancheng, like most major cities, is the busiest part of the city centre, and the further it goes, the more barren it becomes.

In the heart of the city, you can see a lot of bronze towers, but once south of the city, there are a lot of towers.

Most houses are low and have some years to go.

Wan Nangong seemed familiar with the south of the city. After walking around in the alley, he came to a building quite tall in the south of the city like a maze.

“This is where you sign up… here's where every weirdo sign up takes place.” Mandy Nangong said.

He gazed at the building and nodded, as he saw a lot of strange people coming in and out of the building.

These people don't smell powerful, but they're weird.

Some are wrapped in grey robes, full of gloom.

Others wore white robes with beards and peaceful faces.

This is the field of toxicologists and physicians, people who don't have the gift of alchemy.

Nangong Wan walked into the building, and the building was surprisingly lively, and the number of these poisoners and doctors was actually very large.

The gait is all a little dazzling.

They were crowded for a long time before finally coming to a cabin.

“Mr. Bo, this is the registration point, the old man inside is my acquaintance.” Mandy Nangong smiled and looked at the walking formula before pushing the door in.

The footsteps followed, and there was a one-eyed old man in the room looking at the book.

Seems like someone came in and the old man raised his head.

“Miss Nangong... what brings you here?” The One-Eyed Old Man stood up somewhat surprised.

Mandy Nangong, the alchemist in the Nangong family, the one-eyed old man knows, but he doesn't understand why they're here. This is the registration point for strangers.

“Uncle Fook, this is a friend of mine, and he's signing up for the Spring Festival.” Mandy Nangong introduced.

The one-eyed old man stunned, then suddenly he said why Nangong Wan appeared here.

“Okay, tell me your name, fix it, and a profession...”

The One-Eyed Old Man sat back in his position and took out a thick roster.

Flip over and ask for a walking formula.

“The pedestrian formula, cultivated to the top of nine, professional… chef. ”

No emotional answer in step.

The one-eyed old man nodded, and the pen lift was the beginning of the record.

“A profession… a poisoner? ”

Eh, the one-eyed old man raised his head and looked at the walking formula in amazement. This young man is white and clean, unlike the kind of poisoner who doesn't fuck himself up.

Nangong's mouth pounded, “Uncle Fook, my friend is not a poisoner, he's a cook! ”

“Chef? Wait... you mean the cook in the kitchen? ”

The one-eyed old man looked at Mandy Nangong weirdly.

The chef also signed up for the Spring Festival... is this really funny?

His one-eyed Uncle Faubert was responsible for the registration of strangers, met countless poisoners and doctors, even masseuses, but he really hadn't met the chef.

It's medicinal for someone else to compete. Is it vegetable for you to compete?

Cooking on the ring?

Think about that picture, it's kind of funny.

“Miss Nangong... Aren't you entertaining me? What's the point of a chef attending this festival? That name, I won't let the paper. ”

The one-eyed old man felt that Mandy Nangong and the pedestrian formula were entertaining him.

I frowned easily when I heard that I was not allowed to sign up.

“Is there a rule in the Grand Prix that chefs can't compete?” The pedestrian asked.

The One-Eyed Old Man was stunned. There was really no such thing as a stranger signing up, and there was no rule that he could not participate in any profession.

But the cook... this is ridiculous.

“Then sign me up, win or lose at me, whatever it is with you.” The gait was faint, he said.

The one-eyed old man suddenly picked his eyebrows, and the kid was a bit overbearing.

With a cold smile, the one-eyed old man dropped the pen in his hand and looked at the gait: “You're really confident, you can sign up naturally, but after signing up there is another auditor, you need to show that you are qualified enough, otherwise... get out of here now. ”