Gourmet of Another World

Silky thick soup juice is stretched, crystal clear, hot and intense, and the sour and sweet flavors come to your nose, making you intolerable.

Pluto licked his lips, squinted his eyes, and put the fish in his mouth, closing his eyes with make-up.

The sour taste erupted instantly, causing Pluto's eyes to widen.

If sniffing ugly fried cod is a sea surfing sensation, then the western lake sugar vinegar fish at the foot gives you the kind of comfort of a boat break in a small lake.

The two dishes are presented in two completely different styles.

That sour, sweet soup, delicious, just one bite, is to make Pluto feel his appetite is completely unlocked.

That feeling, indescribable, very unique.

The confident smile on his ugly face was slightly frozen... from the look on Pluto's face, he seemed to have a bad feeling.

Because he found out that Pluto didn't seem to be particularly fond of his dishes.

This makes him a little nervous...

The original confidence is also a slight collapse.

Fish cooking, that's his most familiar way of cooking, and if you still want to lose, the smeller really doesn't know what to say.

The evil of this trail is something he didn't expect.

If pedestrians are Taotie Valley people, that's okay, but pedestrians are not Taotie Valley people...

Since he is not from Taotie Valley, he is able to cook such a delicious dish... no less than he who walks out of Taotie Valley.

This guy... where the hell is this demon from!

“Ha... how's it going? How's it taste?” Nangong was itchy in his heart, watching as if he enjoyed his face, and his heart was crawling with 10,000 little ants.

“Well, now you're young... very good!” Pluto nodded and looked over the West Lake sugar vinegar fish, staring at it without turning a blind eye.

“These two dishes taste great, although they are a little worse than spicy strips, but...”

“Forget it, you better stop talking.” Hearing the Pluto bring up the spicy strips again, Nangong was speechless and waved his hand to interrupt his words.

He intends to try it himself.

The interrupted Pluto's eyes stared, now young... how can you be so naughty? Can't you let the king finish?

The gait was calm, pulled a chair down, shrunk down on the chair, and slammed a debt.

One of the diners tasted two dishes with excitement, and everyone's face looked intoxicated.

The rainfall outside the restaurant is also gradually decreasing, from the original pouring of heavy rain, with some minor rain drifting down the leaches.

The air became a little chilly because of the rain, but the hearts of the eaters were hot.

The dishes gradually came to an end, and both dishes were tasted by the diners.

Everyone's face is full of intoxication and beauty flavors.

In the Yunlan restaurant, the ugly face has long gone a little bloody.

His body was shaking slightly, his forehead was covered with fine sweatballs, and his eyes were filled with fear.

He seemed to have seen the results from the look on everyone's face.

The result was hard for him to accept.

He doesn't dare believe it, he doesn't want to believe it...

He came up with the best dish, but it didn't seem to turn out as good as expected.

This is a kitchen fight... because of his confidence, he opened a kitchen fight. Although he regretted it at the moment of yelling at the kitchen fight, he still had tremendous confidence in his cooking skills.

However, his confidence seems somewhat ridiculous in the light of the results of the current game.

Everyone has tasted the dishes of both of them and has already made up their minds.

Boom!

Just after the last bite was tasted.

A huge monster fiction suddenly appeared on his ugly body.

The phantom has a huge mouth, a huge mouth open, as if to devour the heavens and the earth, horrible.

A magic wave swept away from the shadows, instantly covering those who had tasted the dishes.

However, the light of that magic naturally dissipated when it touched the Pluto, unable to lock the Pluto...

Pluto Ruha's mouth snapped, shaking his head, and the black hair rose.

“That thing is really cowardly...”

Two choices emerge in the minds of all those covered in light.

There was also a glimmer of light on the pedestrian and sniffer.

Ho!

As if it were a giant beast roaring, everyone was feeling a little tranced.

The next moment, there seemed to be deafening voices whispering in their ears, telling them the rules.

The smeller's ugly body was slightly paralyzed and his forehead was covered with sweat beads.

Back off with your torso.

It's like falling on the floor with an ass.

He glanced at him with a faint gaze and swept with his foot. At once, a chair flew out, catching an ugly body.

The smeller was ugly and the whole person was paralyzed on the chair and pale.

He and his pedestrian body began to gleam, as if eaters who had tasted the dishes were making choices.

Buzz...

A unique buzzing sound.

The next moment, the glitter on the pedestrian formula became brilliant, and the glitter was overshadowed by the ugly glitter.

The smeller looked ugly at the light on the pedestrian formula, and looked at the light on himself. By contrast, it was like a fire and a moon...

His confidence collapsed at this moment.

This time it's a real collapse.

In the inheritance of the Knife Superior, he was simply unwilling if he lost, and his confidence did not shake at all, because he knew that he was not good at that kind of cooking, but at fish cooking.

But this time… the pedestrian formula gave him a headache.

Under the kitchen bowl, he loses!

The people returned to God from the trance, and the magic slowly disappeared, turning into a stream of light that was devoured by that immense fiction and plunged into its mouth.

“Kitchen fight wins... pedestrian wins, smells ugly! ”

With the sound of a twilight morning clock, everyone's heart was trembling and their eyes fell on the gait and the smell of ugliness.

The gait is calm and comfortable lying on the chair, seemingly anticipating the outcome early in the day without any concern.

And the smell of ugliness at this moment is already bloodless.

He's lost... he's really lost!

“At the end of the kitchen fight, the vow of punishment begins… The scandal will be denied the right to cook, never to cook, never to knife, and to be classified as opponent. ”

Smells like ugly eyes.

Above the vast phantom in the void, it was as if an invisible pair of eyes had fallen on him, making him feel emptied.

That's the price of the fight.

If he loses, he's going to pay a price that he can't afford.

Mm-hmm.

The gait was slightly stunned and raised her eyebrows.

It was the ice cream knife in the ugly hand that emerged and flew towards him.

Is that what you call a kitchen knife? Disenfranchisement…

This kitchen bowl is a bit cruel.

The gait frowned and looked at the bloodless smeller with a slight tear in the corner of his mouth.

He had no sympathy because he knew that if he was the one who lost today, he would be the one who had been deprived of the knife at the moment, and he would be the one who would never have access to cooking.

When the scandal first came up with the kitchen fight, it might have been the purpose of the report to completely cut off the trail.

He just didn't think that the real strength of the pedestrian formula was that strong.

The hearts and hearts of the pedestrians are not wide or even slightly small.

The ice-crystal knife flew in and fell into the hands of the pedestrian.

He raised his hand and grabbed the knife.

The ice blue knife shines brightly, as if it were a deep sea ice, cold and boneless.

There's a faint chill on it.

“Good knife.” The pedestrian exclaimed.

He stretched his fingers over the knife, the tingling sensation that tightened his skin and let the corners of his cubic mouth snap slightly.

This knife is not as good as his dragonfly knife, but it is also a rare knife.

The smell of grief filled his ugly eyes... he looked at the knife in the hand of the pedestrian, his mouth open and his words stopped.

He suffered immensely from a powerful bondage, a bondage of vows.

The pedestrian glanced at the sniffer's ugliness, the corner of his mouth slightly pulled, his fingers slightly twitched, and suddenly the ice-blue knife spun up in his hand, revealing a brilliant knife and flower.

The smeller looked ugly and his heart was twitching.

“You...” The smeller was ugly as if his heart was about to rip open.

“Congratulations to your host for winning the Taotie Valley Second Class Chef Ugly and winning his Cuisine Knife, rewarding the ‘Cutter Cabinet' for collecting the Cuisine Knife. If the Path of the Chef God does not enter, retreat. The knife cabinet is not only to collect the knife of the loser, but also to remind the host to continue to practice cooking and strive towards the Path of the Chef God.” Serious and serious speech in the system resonates in the mind of the gait.

The next moment, the mind of the gait is trembling.

An idea spreads.

A white spot of light emerged in front of him, transforming into a transfer array from which a sandalwood cabinet with a lipstick of purple antique fragrance emerged.

Everyone was somewhat surprised by the sudden appearance of this cupboard.

When the sniffer saw the cabinet, his eyes suddenly turned red and he shouted.

He is not new to this kind of cabinet. Many kitchen geniuses in Taotie Valley use this kind of cabinet to collect kitchen knives from defeated cooking buckets...

It's an insult to every loser!

“I hate it!!” The smell was ugly and angry, and the blood was trembling.

The gaze glimpsed him faintly and his expression remained unchanged. He opened the cabinet, which was hollow.

But a sophisticated knife stand is a gorgeous stand.

Placing the ice-crystal knife in the cupboard, he watched as the lonely knife lay in the cupboard suddenly silenced.

As the system says, the kitchen is martial arts, although somewhat different, but ultimately to get to the top of the road.

Only the winner can compete for eternity.

The goal of the pedestrian is to become a cook god, then naturally he cannot have any relaxation, it is fundamental to work hard to cultivate cooking skills.

Otherwise, one day, his dragonfly knife will also lie in someone else's knife cabinet...

“This is a warning to me and a reminder to me...” The footsteps muttered to themselves.

The smeller was shocked and finally paralyzed on the chair. His strength was emptied and he was completely unloved.

He knew that it was all his own fault.

“Why… I will lose, I am a walker in Taotie Valley on the mainland, I am a second-class chef in Taotie Valley, why would I lose?” Smells ugly and atheistic.

The knife cabinet was closed on foot, and he turned around and looked at the smeller.

“Isn't it normal for you to lose? You're good at fish, but I'm not good at fish... you can't beat me with anything you're good at. What regret do you have if you lose?” There is no facial expression in walking.

It's not the fish that's good at walking?!

The smeller's ugly eyeballs shook up, looked up at the gait, and asked, “What are you good at? ”

Looking at the smell of ugliness, he exhaled gently on foot, holding his hand, facing the direction of the kitchen, giving a high and unpredictable feeling.

The crowd was also curious and raised their ears.

Looking forward to the pedestrian response.

It was not long before the voice of the unseen sounded.

“Not a fish anyway...”