Gourmet of Another World

The system's serious and serious speech echoed back into the mind of the pedestrian formula, leaving the whole person of the pedestrian formula slightly stunned.

Here comes another temporary task… the previous one has not yet been completed.

The system is also discretionary. When there are tasks, tasks follow. When there are no tasks, idle eggs can hurt.

However, Walker is very interested in this temporary task, at least… the reward for this temporary task is very interesting.

“Paper fish? This is a very prestigious dish, but it is not known whether there will be any difference in the practices offered by the system.” In his gait, he shrunk down on the chair with a slight tear in his mouth.

Without thinking about reward things, the task is not done yet, rewards and everything is floating clouds.

Destroy the other side, the other side is also the restaurant... If you want to destroy each other, you really need to think about the footsteps.

From the fragrance that floats in the air at this moment, the chef's craftsmanship across the street is absolutely not weak, this fragrance is very intense, and the spirituality that it contains makes you wander.

It is true that this temporary task is not that easy.

Since they dare to choose to open a restaurant in Tianlancheng, but also across the street from Yunlan Restaurant, they naturally have the background.

But the pedestrian formula can clearly see that a large part of the purpose of opening a store is to kick yourself, or Yunlan Restaurant.

To a large extent, they also aim to destroy their restaurants.

That's why the system sets up such a difficult temporary task.

You take me down, I take you down...

The gait exhaled gently, and it seemed time to show real skill.

In the restaurant.

Yang Meiji's eyes stared at the boss, and his eyes were covered with blood silk. The blood silk was thick and looked very scary.

She lifted her sleeves, muscled her arms, held a knife, and her mouth was shaking.

At her side, there was a stack of tall turnips, which were nicely cut apart.

Yang Meiji always thought she was a pedestrian chef apprentice who could learn to cook, but she never thought that the first thing to learn was to cut the dishes...

And he's still cutting the dish with this heavy, spiritual knife.

This knife is fucking poisonous!

Yang Meiji felt his arms stiff, as if they were filled with lead, moving, heavy.

She cut less than a third of the turnips, and the whole thing was obsessive.

She feels like she's going to die.

As the first chef to chop a dish...

Does Yang Meiji really think he has a cooking talent? Mr. Bao... are you ignoring her?

Outside the kitchen, faint footsteps sound.

The next minute, it's easy to walk in from outside the kitchen.

He held hands, relaxed and had no expression on his face.

After entering the kitchen, the formula first looked at the pile of turnips like a hill, then the brick looked at Yang Meiji, and looked at Yang Meijina's panting, looking like she was dying.

“Don't stop, keep cutting, cut all these ingredients.” The pedestrian said.

He walked in front of Xiaobai and patted Xiaobai's chubby belly. The next moment, Xiaobai's purple eyes flashed.

Stepping forward, Xiaobai came to the pile of carrot pieces, and as his stomach turned, a pitch-black hole emerged, incorporating all the carrots.

Yang Meijimei gazed at the goose puppet, watched the puppet tummy put together, purple eyes flashed, supported the fat tummy, it was like turning away, a stagnant face.

Is this goose a monster? She worked so hard to cut the radish for half a day that she inhaled it all.

“Don't look, you will practice knife artist's dishes for you.” The pedestrian said.

The walking voice interrupted Yang Meiji's dementia, causing her eyes to turn.

The pedestrian raised his finger, pointing to the radish in the distance, and ordered a little, indicating that Yang Meiji continued.

Yang Meijiton was speechless and again picked up the heavy knife and began to lay the knife on the radish.

One knife down, a bang, the radish is cut in half, another knife, the radish is cut again...

“Practice well, don't build up to a thousand miles, it takes a little practice to be a good cook.” The pedestrian bears his hand, fading away: “After practicing the knife, I'll leave you with a new task. ”

Yang Meiji's eyes were filled with blood and stared at the gait.

You're like this... I chose to give up!

Yang Meiji really wanted to use these words to tell her inner voice, but when she thought about Nangong eating all the dishes she cooked with beauty, her heart suddenly became beauty too.

For the handsome Nangong Prince... what's the big deal?!

Yang Meiji, you have to go!

Yang Meiji took a long breath and suddenly felt his spirit was full again.

“Don't be afraid. The task will be easy later.” The gait is serious.

Yang Meiji glanced at the walking formula and the ghost believed you!

……

The night slowly arrived, and the sky was dim, and the sun gradually covered the remainder of it, leaving only a little light shining.

And the Immortal House.

The hustle and bustle of the Immortal House is still hot, but the eaters are gradually dispersing.

It was only after Zhou Tong sent his last diner that he took a long breath.

It's horrible... these stupid people!

Zhou Tong succeeded, his immortal building exploded far beyond his expectations.

But it's okay to completely suppress the Yunlan restaurant, and it's not far from crushing it.

Zhoutong asked the fellas in the restaurant to pack all the utensils, then he took off his chef's robe and held his hand, walking at ease towards Yunlan Restaurant.

He had his head up, his eyes squinted, and his face had an unpredictable smile on it.

He came to the restaurant door, where he was standing on foot from a shrugged chair, hitting the arrears, ready to close the bronze door of the restaurant.

“You bastard, now you know what I'm doing in Taotie Valley! Does Ben feel sad to open a small shop just to crush your hard-earned restaurant? Do you feel desperate?” Zhou Tong held his hand, and his face appeared a little rusty.

Today is only the first opening of the Xianxian Tower, this time attracting almost half of Yunlan's diners.

Until the reputation of Xianxian Tower opens, the number of diners in Xianxian Tower will completely crush Yunlan Restaurant.

But this is not the ultimate purpose of Zhoutong, his ultimate goal is to completely destroy the restaurant in order to bring back the majesty of Taotie Valley.

He's not stupid. He won't fool around with a pedestrian cook without touching the bottom of the pedestrian.

Smells ugly is his role model, that stupid comparison... in the name of Taotie Valley walkers to fight people, the point is that the duel fails and the knife is lost to people.

Zhou Tong was going to break in, grab the chef who won the pedestrian and beat him to death.

However, he did not expect that the cook's background did not seem simple, and he could not help but walk.

“Don't think you're invincible when you beat a chef in Taotie Valley with a cook fight. This time, Ben wants your restaurant to close directly! Smells ugly. That stupid comparison can't be compared to me! I'll make you feel desperate!” Zhou Tong smiled coldly.

The gait stood from the shrinking position, and he looked so faintly at Zhoutong pretending to be there.

It's Taotie Valley.

The instant you smell the flavor of the dish, you get judgment in your mind.

Walking is a bit annoying too. Why are these Taotie Valley people so determined? Just killed a scandal, here comes another Zhou Tong, and this week he knows to open a restaurant across from his restaurant to kill Yunlan restaurant.

Although Yunlan Restaurant is not the first branch of a pedestrian shop, it cannot be tolerated since someone has provoked it.

Just fuck him!

“Did you open the store across the street?” The pedestrian asked.

“Yeah, scared?” Zhou Tong's mouth curled and he laughed coldly. "It's useless to be scared... Ben Chef's purpose is to crush you! ”

“You're awesome.” There is no facial expression in walking.

Awesome, you head...

Zhou Tong stunned, the next moment was a big face, why look at this kid's face without expression, Zhoutong has the urge to beat people up?

However, thinking carefully, Zhou Zhenxin's anger subsided slowly. He looked at the gait with a grin, did not speak, and turned away.

Just let the kid go wild for a few more days, and when the time comes, take out the dishes under his chest... definitely all the eaters will be on fire, and the Immortal House will be the first restaurant in Tianlancheng!

As for this Yunlan restaurant... wait for the door to close!

The gait gazed at Zhoutong's slowly departing back, his face was always well waveless, but his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

“It is true that the other party is also going to destroy Yunlan Restaurant… in that case, you are welcome. ”

The corners of the cubic mouth don't scratch the edges gently.

Next minute, a bang, the bronze door in the store closes.

Closed the shop door and walked into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Yang Meiji had long been tired of falling out and stacked tall pieces of radish on his side. Xiaobai was standing there, stomach stretched open, and all white radishes were included in the income.

After Xiaobai had finished harvesting the radish, Yang Meiji took it off and sat on the floor with his butt down.

She gasped heavily, her whole arm trembling slightly.

“The knife artist is finished? Ok... the next task is easy, you stand up and let me make you some soup and it will work tomorrow. ”

Walking directions say.

“Soup?” Yang Meiji sat on the floor, his eyes lit up and he climbed up.

Make some soup. Tomorrow, will you be able to drink it?

Will Nangong be able to taste her craft so soon?

Watching Yang Meiji on foot, his face was very serious.

He waved his hand, and Xuanwu Pot suddenly burst out, facing the storm.

He opened his mouth, sprayed a golden flame, and the flame was hot, allowing the temperature in the kitchen to climb at this moment.

And after doing this, it was from the kitchen cabinet, carefully picked out for a while, took out a pile of medicine and put it on the table.

As an alchemist, Yang Meiji is naturally very familiar with medicines.

When she saw these medicines taken out on foot… the smile on her face stalled.

“This… how can these medicines make soup? Can you drink after a long time? ”