Gourmet of Another World

“Hey, are you sure you want to join?” The chef was surprised, he didn't realize that the young chef in front of him was actually going to participate, didn't he know, even if it was a screening competition for the fairy feast... it was very scary.

Walking oblique glance at the chef, looking at the latter's suspicious appearance, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but put aside...

“You don't have to doubt it. Just lead the way. I'm in a hurry. ”

Eh...

The chef listened to this and was also a little speechless. He suddenly found the young man in front of him... he was crazy.

In a hurry. You think it's easy to get through the pageant?

Nor did the chef say anything, but after a deep look at the walking formula and a deep smile, he turned around and led the way.

The pedestrian bird feather robe swung, followed the chef, and the two stepped back and forth into the Tao Building.

The Taotie Tower is large and 10 stories tall.

Each floor is filled with natives from Taotie Valley.

You can see the crazy colors on the Native people's faces through the walls of the Taotie House that don't know what transparent materials are made of, and the excitement in everyone's eyes is a surprise to the concessionaire.

They're all crazy about the hundred chefs in the Taobao Square.

“See... if you can stand out from the selection, are you afraid of these crazy people? ”

The chef walked forward, seemed to feel the gaze of pedestrian curiosity, smiling.

Fear?

He was stunned. There was really no fear of the two words in his dictionary.

“Don't talk, go, I'm in a hurry.” Pedestrian.

Then the chef stagnated and his face almost turned red, this man... why is he so unreasonable!

Can you speak well?!

“Okay... you're in a hurry, it's really...” The chef shook his head and some of it looked exhaling.

The corner of the pedestrian mouth pulled slightly, and the twist continued to look beyond the wall, through the wall, through the crazy crowd, and the pedestrian saw the so-called top 100 chefs.

Mm-hmm.

A familiar figure appears to have been found in the gaze of the gait.

“Isn't that the weekend? He's in the Hundred Chefs fight too?” The gait was slight, mumbling.

The chef's ears moved in front and looked at the walking formula quite astonishingly.

“You know Chef Zhou Tong! Chef Zhou Tong's history is remarkable. He is the disciple of our Taotie Valley elder Chu Changsheng. His culinary talents are amazing. He returned the previous few days, closed the door and painstakingly repaired. By the time he left, he had reached the level of first-class chef! Chef Tong was extraordinary this week, and he is extraordinary now.” The chef exclaimed.

“Don't talk, lead the way, I'm in a hurry.” Pedestrian.

Pfft... the chef felt like an invisible arrow shot out, stabbed him in the chest, and turned around like he wanted to cry.

“You…”

The chef's chest fluctuated and eventually exhaled, turning around to lead the way.

Shortly after, they arrived in front of an ancient wooden door.

This wooden door is very ancient, with many lines engraved on it, and those lines are so subtle that it seems that the people who see them will have to immerse themselves in it.

“Huh... is this a pattern?” The squared eyebrows picked and wondered.

“You know, the pattern of this door is made by some of our Taotie Valley refiners... it was meant to be engraved on the knife, but the master suddenly wanted to engrave it on the door.” The chef's ears moved again, turning his head.

“Engraved on the door… what's the use?” I looked at the chef on foot.

The chef's instant plug... the ghost knows what it's for!

“Well, don't talk. Lead the way.” The pedestrian sighed, Dao.

The chef wants to cry, he really wants to cry, "It's here, you son of a bitch! ”

The gait cloud was light and the wind opened the door and walked in.

“Hey... did you just go in like that?” The chef was stunned and his face changed and he hurried to stop it.

However, it was too late and the pedestrian had pushed the door in.

Is he really in a hurry?!

As soon as the door was pushed open and stepped into the room, there was a slight scent pounding through the nose.

The smell narrowed his eyes slightly.

The next moment is when it opens and everything in front of it becomes clear.

Everything in front of us has become clear, and many things are clearly visible.

Countless gazes fell on the walking squares, and many people looked at each other all the time.

Some are holding two knives, colliding with each other, some are holding a spiritual beast in their hands and some are holding a black pot over their heads, constantly controlling the balance.

The pedestrian push door made the group look slightly stunned.

“Ahaha... Sorry, we are here to participate in this competition, please take care of us. ”

The chef rushed in and bowed with embarrassment to the chefs, his face full of impatience.

“Pfft... How dare a third-class chef come to the competition? Who gave you the courage? ”

A man with a scar on his face took a nasty bite and glanced at the chef, smiling coldly.

“I... my name is Jun Qing, please teach me! ”

Junqing smiled, that is, the chef who led the way to the pedestrian, at this moment, his face was red, and he bowed violently.

“Hey... I really want to laugh.” A man, covered in muscle, stood up slowly, playing with a serpent spiritual beast with chilly air, his head bright, as if it reflected light.

“A third-class cook, a cook who isn't even a third-class cook... are you here to laugh? ”

“Are you really here to play the contest? ”

“For this uncultivated little chef, Ben really wants to fight them well and let them know that the chef is not so good. ”

……

The man's words fell, and suddenly, everyone in the room was laughing.

Some people are even laughing at tears coming down.

Junqing felt everyone's ridiculous laughter. There was also a certain amount of embarrassment on his face. In the embarrassment, there was a certain amount of anger.

“I... I believe I can! Master said I can do it!” Junqing grinned and squeezed his fist. He cheered himself up.

The gait squinted at him and pulled the corner of his mouth.

Later, his eyes turned to the hundred cooks. He reached out his hand and patted gently on Junqing's shoulder. The next moment, he took a step.

“Hello... the selection hasn't started yet? I'm in a hurry. ”

Pfft...

He had been slapped on the shoulder by a foot. He felt the inspiration of Jun Qing laughing. After listening to the foot formula, he almost didn't spit out any old blood.

Brother... Brother... Are you in a real hurry?!

The words of the footsteps stopped the laughter in the room momentarily, and then everyone's eyes fell on them.

Somebody's got a mouthful.

Some people have a cold eye.

Some people don't want to be cold...

“Where do you think this is your own kitchen without an educated little cook? Still in a hurry... hurry back for milk? ”

Take a bald man playing with a cold snake and pat himself bald and say cold.

Everyone around them has made corresponding cynicism.

The indifferent appearance of the footsteps made them feel a kind of paranoia, which made them very uncomfortable.

What the hell are you? How dare you be arrogant here?

You think you're the chef on the tablet?

Junqing smiled and his face became a little ugly. He quickly pulled the sleeve of the walking square, indicating that the walking square retracted.

However, the pedestrian formula seems to be completely invisible.

Da-da-da-da.

Just as the atmosphere in the room swept out the crossbow, it creaked, the door across the street opened, and the three figures slowly walked out.

At the forefront is an old man with an eight-word beard who glances at everyone in the kitchen with a lazy glance.

Behind the elderly is a man and a woman.

The man's face was serious, had a grinning zombie face, the woman was quite demonic, red lips flamed, eyes like silk, the body was hot, the drum on the chest, the chef's robe was supported.

As soon as the three entered the room, the atmosphere in the room also changed.

“Are all the contestants here? If you come back, you won't be eligible... now you little pimps come with me. ”

The mustache old man's parchment shook and said.

The chefs in the room quickly stood tall and nodded respectfully at the elderly.

The old man is not someone else, he is the six elders of the Taotie Valley Presbyterian.

“There is no limit to the level of cooking in the selection, but if the level of cooking is too poor, it will be judged a commotion. Please estimate your strength, otherwise you will be thrown out of the Tao Building and become a laughingstock. Don't blame us for not reminding you.” The man with the zombie face said.

As soon as that comes out, everyone is in their hearts.

After that, everyone's eyes turned and fell on the footsteps at the door and Junqing smiled.

Jun Qing smiled... a third-class chef.

Footsteps… A chef who is not even a third-class chef.

These two guys are most likely to be thrown out of the Taotie House, and this strength is almost at the bottom of the pageant.

Especially the rampant guy who said he was in a hurry...

“Well, folks, our selection is simple, it's not complicated at all...” The hot, alluring woman said openly, the soft voice is to make a lot of people feel crispy.

Grunts.

Some people's eyes were filled with hot colors, watching the woman's burning body, her throat rolling.

The next moment, the woman turned around and shook herself toward it.

The eight-word old did not move, nor did his palsy face move.

Others followed the woman in and walked past them.

Fong and Junqing laughed also took steps to follow.

Mm-hmm.

As he walked past the eight-word old man's side, his lazy old man's eyes suddenly slipped slightly, turning his head towards the gait.

The gait also looks at the past, and their eyes collide in the void.

The light gaze of the pedestrian formula makes the old man suspicious.

The old man looked deeply at the shadow of the gait formula and the disappearance of Junqing smile.

“What's the matter? Teacher.”

Seems to sense the weirdness of the old man, facial paralysis man asked.

“The little chef... is strong and interesting... do you have any information on the kid? ”

His face was paralyzed, and the next moment he took out a white jade symbol, really provoked, and the jade symbol revealed dense numbness information.

I looked in the file for a while, and the eyes on my face were all clotted up.

“Teacher, you can't find the young man in the database, he may not be a Taotie Valley chef.” Face palsy is serious, “the other smiled for Junqing, an apprentice of Old Choi's new harvest. ”

“Choi's apprentice? It's kind of funny... isn't the other young man in Taotie Valley my chef? Hey... that would be even more interesting. Ask Lina to entertain the little chef. We can't let Taotie Valley get away with the hospitality. ”