Gourmet of Another World

The hustle outside the noodle shop forced many people to look over their heads.

Such a big position still attracts a lot of attention. In Taotie Valley, there are very few people who can make such a big position.

People looked at him and saw a man in a golden robe coming in from the outside.

The figure is huge, his feet tread on dragon leather boots, a golden crown over his head, wearing a golden robe, and he is noble and elegant.

Just watching, everyone felt a glimpse, and from that person, it seemed like a very scary smell, between the secrets, people seemed to find that the spirit was a little tranced.

Hiss!

Everyone took a sip of cool air.

“This is the son of Tianquan! Tianquan Sanctuary is the best of his younger life. Has he turned it off? I can't believe he showed up at this fairy feast! ”

“O son of Heavenly Springs Holy Land! I heard that five spiritual ladders have been condensed and are ready to begin condensing the sixth spiritual ladder..."

“Finally see the living Son! It looks really scary! ”

……

The diners at the restaurant looked at the Springs Son that day and were horrified.

The pressure on this man is too heavy.

As soon as he entered the noodle parlor, Son Tianquan's eyes turned and fell on Xiao Yue, sitting in the position. His eyes were sharp, like a sword to tear the heavenly dome apart.

Xiao Yue frowned and his face was stiff.

He also turned his head towards the son of Tianquan, and there seemed to be a slight contradiction between the two.

However, Xiaoyue's breath is still much worse than that of Son Tianquan, like the gap between the Hao Moon and the fireworks.

But that's normal.

After all, Son Tianquan is the spiritual strength of the five spiritual ladders. He is the son of one of the great holy places in the court of the Divine Dragon. Naturally, he is extraordinary.

While Xiao Yue is also a leader in his younger life, his cultivation is only the strength of the spiritual state that has just gathered the spiritual ladder. He is naturally much weaker than the son of the spring on that day.

But everyone has no doubt that Xiao Yue has an absolute chance to grow up to be as terrible as the Son of Heavenly Springs!

Bum...

The son of Tianquan stood quietly, his breath climbed, like a mountain slowly crushing towards Xiaoyue.

Xiao Yue's face was as thick as water. The long glass sword behind him began to tremble at a rapid pace. The sword's flashing intentions diffused from Xiao Yue's body and resisted the pressure of Son Tianquan.

Everyone was holding their breath and watching the scene, as if the Son of Heavenly Springs were a young genius in oppressing the Heavenly Pilgrimage.

All of a sudden, the son of Tianquan raised his palm, and the long palm held together, pointing out.

Xiao Yue's eyes shrunk and his body trembled.

The sword behind him whistled, singing with a sword, the sword shining bright and pungent, and the whole noodle museum was full of sword energy.

Ding!

Run one finger against a sword.

The two collided in the void, and the sword collapsed directly under this finger, smashing.

Xiao Yue's long sword hung in front of him, shaking constantly, and the sword sang more than ever.

The son of Tianquan held his hand and the colour of pride appeared in his eyes.

Everyone is feeling cold. Is it true that the Son of Heavenly Springs is going to destroy the genius of Heavenly Holy Land in this royal palace?!

This could really provoke a war between Heavenly Springs Holy Land and Heavenly Pivot Holy Land.

They all say that Tianquan Son is superior, and now what we see is superior.

Xiao Yue was also in his heart. Naturally, he could not wait so easily, so he had to fight back.

Son Tianquan's hand was also somewhat unexpected.

Or… the son of Tianquan was most likely invited.

As for who invited Son Tianquan... Xiao Yue knows for himself.

He grabbed the handle of the sword and Xiao Yue's hair floated violently. His eyes became very sharp.

“Hmm? You still want to fight?” The son of Tianquan glanced.

Turn your finger into a palm and shoot Xiao Yue.

The swords all seem to be bent.

……

In the kitchen.

Ouyang walked into the kitchen with a smile.

This kitchen can be very big with a lot of people, plenty of people, all kinds of fire, all kinds of scents.

In front of a row of stoves, standing in a bunch of chef robes, cooking delicious dishes in the heat of the day, walking in and even meeting a second-class chef.

In addition to the stove, there is a separate place in the kitchen for making noodles, where flour floats and the sound of the noodles continues.

The two entered the kitchen.

The chefs greeted Ouyang with respect.

Ouyang Feng also nodded with a smile, by the way, a few words of encouragement, none of which belonged to the first-class chef.

His peace is somewhat surprising.

“Little friend, come here.” Ouyang Sinking Feng laughed.

The chefs who are cooking around are all awkward.

Chef Ouyang, is this the rhythm of taking this kid into the kitchen? That's Chef Ouyang's kitchen!

No one else had a chance to go in during the week, and no one else would be given a chance unless Ouyang's chef apprentice taught him how to cook.

Today, a strange young man is brought into the kitchen.

Is this young man Chef Ouyang's new chef apprentice?

But... look at this, no!

However, many chefs, many of whom were stunned and whose eyes widened the next moment, spoke what the recipe had previously said in the noodle parlor.

“What, the little chef actually said he was going to teach Ouyang how to cook noodles? ”

“That guy is crazy! Chef Ouyang is a first-class chef, where does that kid have the confidence and courage to speak out! ”

“Go! Sneak over and see, this little cook is the rhythm of things! ”

……

Many chef apprentices are listening to each other, and their faces are filled with outrage.

The second-class chef was playing with a glassy knife in his hand, his eyebrows wrinkled and his eyes cold.

His respect for Chef Ouyang made him unacceptable.

That's right, he thinks walking is insulting!

So, before they got to Chef Ouyang's kitchen, a group of people poked their heads and looked into the kitchen.

Walking distance to Ouyang's sunken kitchen.

The kitchen is separated and everything in the kitchen is much better than the kitchen in front of it, with the focus on the fine knife in the center of the kitchen.

That knife is really very sophisticated, unlike that peculiar knife, it's superior. Instead, it has a kind of small jade, and its knife is almost transparent.

“This is my exclusive kitchen knife, and when I became a first-class chef, I asked the elders in the valley to make a kitchen knife for me called the Cicada Wing Knife. ”

Speaking of this kitchen knife, Ouyang is very arrogant.

Seems to be interested, Ouyang sinking wind hand hooked, the knife fell into his hand, fingers slightly moving, the knife was fast as lightning spinning on his hand, almost invisible.

Cicada knife, thin as cicada wings.

The pedestrian is also quite astonished by this knife, which is much more advanced than the ice cuisine knife in his knife cabinet.

“The kitchen has arrived, let me introduce you to my friend's noodle making.” Ouyang sinking wind opening.

This time, the smile on his face was slightly scattered.

As a first-class chef, he naturally has the pride of belonging to a first-class chef.

Although he also knows that his face may have some flaws in the making process, he has also been looking for this flaw and improving it.

But he still felt a little uncomfortable being presented with such red fruit by the foot formula.

People outside the door saw the scene, holding their breath.

Some laugh in their hearts.

I just thought the young man was here to pretend.

The gait gazed at Ouyang's sinking wind and didn't say anything.

He exhaled softly. The next moment, the smoke in his hand rose and a slight dragon burst out.

A black knife appeared in the hands of a walker.

Buzz...

Ouyang's eyes shrunk, and the cicada knife in his hand trembled slightly at the moment when the black vegetable knife appeared in this gait.

What the hell is going on?

Ouyang is looking at the pedestrian formula and the knife in the hand of the pedestrian.

Cross-grabbing the dragonfly knife, the pedestrian formula does not explain anything, of course, he does not know what to explain, the origin of the dragonfly knife, he naturally cannot explain.

The knife played with a knife and flower in his hand. Then he picked it apart, and a bag of flour flew in.

The knife is a gentle choice.

The cloth bag with the flour cracked open a mouth and the flour from the white flowers fell from it.

The distinctive aroma of flour spreads and there is also a fresh spiritual fluctuation.

“Good face!” Walking up his hand, the real air in his hand condensed, constantly adsorbed the flour into his hand, so that the white flour floated around his palm, under the light, quite lukewarm.

“This is a flour made of spiritual wheat that is unique to Taotie Valley and is naturally fine.” Ouyang Sinking Feng explained.

He stared at the pedestrian formula and seemed to see through it.

But the gait was like a blurry mist on his body, making him completely invisible.

The next moment, his eyes shrunk.

Because the gait is starting to move.

Wow!

The bright droplets of water flew out, suddenly merging with flour suspended in the hands of a pedestrian.

“With fresh water? ”

Ouyang sunk wind, when he rubbed the noodles, he would use psychic juice liquid, or powerful spiritual animal blood, so that the rubbed noodles were filled with unique fluctuations.

That kind of noodle tastes better.

The pedestrian formula seemed to understand what Ouyang thought in the sinking wind. The corner of his mouth snapped. "Fresh water will not cover the fragrance characteristic of flour. That fragrance is the most important one. ”

Brush!

The hand of the pedestrian squared.

Suddenly, a roar, like a roar, the flour turned into a powder ball and swelled, like an explosion inside.

Boom!!

With a great deal of thought, the pounding spiritual force suddenly poured out, and the cracks and roars in the flour clump continued.

Boom.

The powder group was severely dropped on the stove by foot.

That fierce noise scared everyone.

Ouyang Sinking Wind is also full of weirdness, weird looking at the walking formula.

Are you rubbing noodles or falling?

You think you can rub a good face by slamming it?!

And the pedestrian formula didn't pay any attention to the strange and suspicious eyes of the crowd. The powder group in hand rose and swung again.

Bang!!

Struck hard on the stove.

Ouyang's sunset wind looked at the movement of the gait, and suddenly his face stagnated, and there seemed to be an incredible appearance in his eyes.