Gourmet of Another World

In the morning, the bright sun shone down the window and spilled over the ground.

Walked out of bed, rubbed his spreading hair, beat a debt, and after washing, walked down the room and came into the kitchen.

After a habitual practice of knives, cooking drunken ribs and dragon-blooded rice for Blackie and Ghost, walking out of the kitchen with two hot dishes is easy.

This is the only time Blackie won't sleep, winking at the dog's eyes, his claws on the table, his eyes staring at the drunken ribs in the gait hand.

The appearance of Xiaoyu is similar to that of Xiao Kuo. They are all staring at the dishes in the hand of the pedestrian formula with the kind of anticipation. Perhaps only when they eat, is the happiest time for them.

It's not pleasant to watch Xiaoyu and Xiaoni eat, and the corner of the square mouth is slightly curly.

When he returned to the kitchen, he also made himself a cage of gold-burned wheat, which he ate without delay, and when he had finished packing, he walked out of the shop.

Continuing to carry the plaque of the small shop, he lazily beat up a debt and continued to walk towards the center square of Tianlancheng.

The Top 100 Games of Spring Festival has finally begun!

Walking all the way, a lot of people met him. Today, the fame of the pedestrian pedestrian pedestrian is not small in the grand pageant. After all, those who can enter the Top 100 race will be watched, and the high profile of the pedestrian pedestrian will bring him to the attention of a lot of the audience.

After all, he is the only cook among so many alchemists...

How can a cook known as the Alchemist Enemy not attract attention?!

“Boss Bo, come on! Fight for the top 50! Believe in yourself, you're a black horse! ”

“The Spring Festival was squeezed into the top 50 by a chef... that would be fun! ”

“Boss Bao! Though your opponent is the witch Ambrose, don't be discouraged. Next time, we'll be good guys again! ”

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Along the way, many of the audiences familiar with pedestrians laughed and greeted each other.

The gait nodded faintly and the expression on his face did not change much.

Soon, there emerged a tall steel forest in front of it, a skyrocketing tall building, daunting and an invisible sense of oppression.

Follow the tunnel underneath the tall building into the center of the square surrounded by the tall forest.

Like stepping into an incandescent spot, the light almost gave way to a slight blink in the eyes.

The next moment, the light gradually faded away, and the footsteps finally saw the central square.

A noise almost overturning the clouds came from the square, leaving the whole person in a slight trance.

The central square is full of people, heads are buoyant, and countless audiences are exposed to excitement.

Today's audience is very large, much more than the previous Knockout, after all, it is the Top 100, and the Knockout is naturally a stimulus, so the audience has some expectations.

There have been some changes in the layout of Central Square and before.

In practice, however, there has been little change, although the original eight rings have been reduced to five rings, each with a separate distribution and no surrounding audience.

Perhaps to accommodate the viewing experience of the audience, on the outskirts of the five rings, with a bronze fence, inside the fence is the ring, outside the fence is the audience seat, the dense numbness of the audience has sat in their seats, their faces filled with excitement.

The figure of the plaque on foot stood still, slightly confused.

“Old Bao! I'm here! ”

Just as the gait was a little dull, a shout came from afar, far away, the South Palace waved at him constantly.

Walking with the tablet is walking past.

Around the South Palace, there are many people, all dressed in noble alchemists' robes, with their hands hidden in their sleeves, with arrogant eyes.

They seemed to hear an indispensable cry from the South Palace, and their curious eyes turned and fell on the walking square.

A young man with a plaque... Is this the guy who plays a great cook in the knockout?

The Alchemist Public Enemy that makes a lot of Alchemist Trident?

Today's pedestrian formula is really very recognizable. As long as one sees who carries the tablet in the crowd, that person must be the public enemy of the boiling Alchemist.

“There is no shortage of Nangong, you are truly backward… mixed with this kind of product. ”

An alchemist glanced at the footsteps with a daze in his eyes, turning his head and laughing indispensably at the South Palace.

The other alchemists around couldn't hide their ridicule.

They heard a little about the pedal formula. Although the name of the public enemy of the Alchemist was deafening, none of them personally faced the pedal formula and naturally did not know the strength of the pedal.

But as alchemists, they don't pay much attention to a chef anyway.

A cook... cook a dish at most, can it be counterproductive? Do you really think you're going to go to heaven by using some mean means to influence other people's performance and break into the Top 100?

Alchemists are the most expensive profession on the continent. If even cooks can compare them, what face do they have to call themselves alchemists?

Nangong has no shortage of laughter for them, this group of people who have never seen the world before, can the old dishes be compared to ordinary cooking dishes?

You don't know anything about the old craft...

“I hear the cook's opponent in this game is the witch Ambrose, right? Tsk..."

“Poor thing, I met the witch Ambrose in the first round of the Hundreds. What a wretch! ”

“Do you think he'll be the fastest eliminated player? That would be interesting... but it's not a loss, it's ranked 100th, which is already a great honor for a chef! ”

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These alchemists seem to be getting more addicted and more excited about the discussion.

They naturally don't like pedals of all kinds, but the witch Ambrose has the opportunity to squeeze into the top ten... so close to desperate opponents in the first round.

They are deeply saddened by the gait.

He looked at the alchemists with no expression on his face, and he felt a little silent about their laughing face.

Why do these people feel so good about themselves? Is this a common alchemist's illness?

“Don't worry about them, Old Step. We're getting involved. Didn't we just meet Big Tits? Let's do what we can!” The South Palace is also a vibrant consolation formula.

The surrounding alchemists are laughing harder and harder, even attracting the attention of many of the contestants around them.

Apart from the individual alchemists who felt the fear of walking without laughing, almost all the other alchemists laughed at each other unexpectedly.

All of a sudden, their laughter stopped because they saw a figure coming.

It was a wonderful figure that attracted the attention of countless people and, although much softer under the cover of a generous Alchemist's robe, it was still a height that could not cover the chest.

Everyone took a sip of cool air!

Speak of the Lord, the Lord is coming! Witch Ambrose... Genius Alchemist in Tiandan City!

This wonderful rejuvenation festival has a great chance to break into the top 10!

Beautiful craftsman! It was the dream lover of all alchemists, but the woman's strong alchemy technique made many alchemists ashamed of themselves.

The Alchemists' eyes were hot and they stared at the shape of the witch Ambrose and were all a little excited.

Because the witch Ambrose actually walked towards them.

Did the goddess hear the ridicule they just made about the thick cook in the heavens and the earth? Is that what you think? Come and inspire them now?

The long leg of the witch Ansheng walks away, her alchemist robe beneath which she rips open a mouth, and the white leg, if hidden, is quite seductive.

That fascinating look made many people unbearably swallow the spit in their mouths.

Close at last!

A lot of people smell a fragrance wind, it's a fragrance wind coming from the witch Ambrose, it smells good.

The Alchemists got excited, saw the witch Amber, opened her mouth, and were going to say something.

Soon, however, their movements were frozen, and those words were stuck...

Their eyes widened and their faces were incredible.

Because, unexpectedly, the witch Ambrose ignored them at all, but walked directly to the walking trail carrying the plaque, squinting her eyes and laughing.

“Good morning, Mr. Boo!” The witch Ambrose smiled and said hello.

The square grabbed the plaque with one hand and nodded faintly at the witch Ann.

“Yesterday I ate Boss Bao's dish... his heart was pounding all night long! It's really delicious...”

Ann squinted her eyes, and her body stumbled to the side of the pedestrian equation, and the high trembled slightly.

Nangong has no missing eyebrows and slightly brightened eyes.

But before he could take a closer look, the witch Ann slapped him in the face and pushed him away from the side of the gait.

“Mr. Bo, I wonder what kind of dish you're offering today? Little girl is scared... I don't have any confidence, can we get to the bottom of this in advance?” Ambrose said in a soft tone.

That tone... makes the Nangong, which is about to be fried, full of goose bumps!

Damn... this woman is going to do something again! Speak in that tone!

The eyes of the surrounding alchemists are all wide open and full of wonder... what is this? Who can tell them exactly what happened?

What did Goddess Ann mean by that? With the strength of a witch's alchemist... do we need to pry ahead of time?

The walking formula lowered the plaque, glanced at the witch, slightly picked the corner of her mouth, mysteriously said: “This time the dish is a tall dish, made in the most primitive way of human cooking, or it is not a dish, but a delicious dish, mixed with many delicious dishes...”

The footsteps said a lot, but the witch Ambrose was a pussy to hear.

Nangong is also slightly lazy, a classy dish? A dish made in the most primitive way of cooking humans? How does that sound?

Pick a squared eyebrow and give Ambrose a look with a full face that can only be unspeakable.

Why do you think the face of the walking formula is so sloppy when the corner of Anjou's mouth is smoked?

And the scene is to let a lot of people around them take a sip of cool air.

Ambrose the Witch wants to ask this cook about this dish to cook... is this unconfidential and heartless?

Is this paralyzed cook really that scary?!

A lot of alchemists have some fox suspicions in their hearts, but they are just fox suspicions. They have enough confidence in their profession, noble alchemists... how can they be no better than a cook in a district!

The Way of Alchemy, big and deep!

How can you compare the cooking skills of a district chef?

Boom!!

A deafening bell rang.

A giant metal battleship swept over the dome and a big bronze bell hung over it.

An old man in an Alchemist's robe with one hand and the other clapping over a large bell caused the bell to echo.

“All players gather for the Spring Hundred... Coming Soon! ”