Gourmet of Another World

The woman's figure swayed forward, behind her, followed by a group of chefs who kept swallowing their breath.

Of course, there are people who pretend to be natural, and there are people who have no interest in that woman.

Stepping into this door, the scent of stir-fried vegetables sprayed out, and suddenly it became empty in front of me, that vast whole floor was turned into a kitchen, and that row of stoves lined up the past, with chefs cooking on top of each stove.

One course of dishes is cooked and then served.

A chef cooks with sweat all over his head and looks very tired.

Many people were somewhat confused and were forced to ask the woman.

“Why is the chef still cooking? Shouldn't we have eaten everything by now? Anyone else? How much do you have to eat..."

Someone was amazed.

The woman turned her head and revealed her beautiful side face. She looked at the direction of the cooking sweaty chef and smiled softly. “This time the fairy feast came with a lot of food, the chef was responsible for the table, just as a cook could eat, the chef naturally can't rest. ”

Hiss...

Everyone took a sip of cool air and felt sad for the chef, who had to cook just one dish, and the chef had to cook a dozen copies... it was horrible.

No wonder the chef looked so energetic.

Everyone is whispering in their hearts, and if they were replaced, they would certainly die of exhaustion.

You know, cooking consumes more than just physical strength, it also consumes the real qi in the body, and once the real qi is scarce, the whole person is in a kind of exhaustion.

That kind of exhaustion is hard to get rid of, and it really affects the state.

With his hands in his hand, he slowly followed the team, and he was also a chef watching the two sides cook constantly.

This is the first time he's seen a kitchen of this size, and the way it's hot in the sky, it's a stunning valley, it can be called a chef's sanctuary, or does it make sense to him?

These kitchens are full of people.

Of course the pedestrian formula heard the woman's words. Can one eat food?

He won't get used to eating when he hips his mouth on foot.

Even if it is the dog and Xiao Yi's two main foods, each time he is asked to cook another dish, the pedestrian formula is the rejection of the words of righteousness.

So the pedestrian thought the chef was a little silly.

Through the hot cooking area, the pedestrians entered a rather quiet and empty area.

The woman stopped and turned to the crowd.

“This is the first level of the selection, the knife cutter.” The woman smiled charmingly, with a smile on her beautiful face and confused eyes.

Almost all chefs are fascinated.

“There are only thirty Knife Off promotions, so I hope everyone can grasp it.” The woman said.

After that, she took a step back.

In the distance, the old man with his bare hands looked at the crowd quietly, and the paralyzed man followed him without expression.

“Everyone now finds their place, and I will distribute knives and ingredients to you…" the woman said.

After everyone listened, they found the stove in place.

In the distance, the paralyzed man punched a thumb at the gorgeous cook.

A faint tone suddenly entered the woman's ear.

The woman glanced slightly, looked at the bearded old man and nodded with a smile on her face.

The next moment, the woman took a step, walking demonically toward each stove.

Every time she came to a stove, she waved gently, glittering, faint fluctuations diffused, suddenly the ingredients and the blue knife appeared.

This is the standard kit for this knife.

Blue knife with white radish.

“Everyone has a kitchen knife and three white carrots, and all you have to do is carve the white carrots in the shortest possible time, and then we will score them and promote them to the ranks of those with our consent. ”

The woman said.

The woman said, distributing knives and radishes.

Finally, she walked in front of the pedestrian, looking at the calm appearance of the pedestrian, the woman's mouth slightly lifted.

She looked at her doubtfully. The next moment, the woman waved her hand and a blue dish knife with a little black appeared. The three white carrots also appeared to be a little short.

Mm-hmm.

In his experience, he picked out his eyebrows and at first glance saw that the knife was the worst of all the knives. The French lines on it were broken, and the material of the knife was no better.

What's this woman up to?

Is this about you? To distribute such a broken knife to him, his radish is also very small, and compared to other people's fat white radish, he is innate in the ingredients.

She looked up obliquely at the woman and gazed into her gait.

The woman smiled and nodded at the gait, then turned around and walked away.

“Well, you start now, there's a fragrant time for you, it's time to show off your knives. ”

The woman stretched out her long, white fingers, touched her red lips and smiled.

On purpose?

Pick a walking eyebrow, he doesn't know why, this woman needs to target herself... but target it, end it early, hurry.

So the pedestrian formula didn't tangle too much, and then the blue knife wrapped in light black fell into his hand.

The knife spins and the blue glow is brilliant.

The pedal played with a knife and the corner of his mouth pulled. This knife sucks enough to hold quite uncomfortably.

Junqing has been watching the pedestrian formula, he didn't seem to think that the senior would distribute such garbage knives and ingredients to the pedestrian formula... is this an intentional target?

It's a little too much...

“Do you want me to trade you for a white radish?” Junqing smiled and said to his sneaky counterpart.

The gaze on his face softened a little and faded: “No, I'm in a hurry. ”

Pfft...

Junqing smiled silently and chased your sister's time. Who else do you want to beat this rotten radish?

He seemed to feel that his kindness was regarded as donkey liver and lungs. Junqing turned his head and hummed himself. He began to take the ingredients in his hand seriously.

His spirit was highly concentrated, and the knife rose and rotated in the palm of his hand, waving down the next moment.

Pfft!!

White jade turnips made a slight noise, and the turnip pieces flew.

The whole room was quiet all at once, and everyone took the knife seriously and started dealing with the white carrot.

The woman walked to the side of the old man, bowed slightly to the old man, and stood behind the old man.

“Teacher, why bother the boy?” The woman seemed a little confused and questioned.

The paralyzed man looked at the woman obliquely and said with no expression: "The boy is not a chef in Taotie Valley. He could not find his information in the database, possibly a chef outside the valley. ”

Chef outside the valley?

How dare a chef outside the valley come to the Hundred Chefs competition? This young man is too bold...

“The chef outside the valley is naturally a bit cheesy, that young man is unusual... let's take this as a test for him, otherwise he can easily take part in the Hundred Chefs competition, Taotie Valley's face is ugly.” The old man held his hand and looked at the gaze of the gait.

Soon, however, his eyes were slightly stirred, his eyes narrowed, he took a deep breath, and his mustache shook.

The demonic woman and the facial palsy man seemed somewhat suspicious of the old man's expression, looked at the old man's eyes and suddenly took a sip of cool air.

There, the knife flashed, the knife flowers kept flowering, and among the sharply released knifemen, there was still a terrible hegemony.

The invisible diffusion of such superiority is quite a shock to those who look at it.

The glamorous eyes of the woman were all glaring, red lips slightly open, hands raised, lips gently covered, full of surprise.

The facial palsy man also had an open nostril and a tight eye.

“This knifeman...”

……

In step, he played with the blue knife and kept spinning in his hand. The next moment, he held it tight and his eyes stiffened.

The next moment, he turned his knife in his hand and slapped it across the short radish, causing the radish to fly up.

Buzz...

A blue light ripped like a skyscraper, suddenly chopped, and a hegemony emerged from behind him.

The white radish spinned in the void, the sound of tears, and the radish peel was thrown away.

Walking gaze at the white carrot and imagine in your head what kind of graphics to sculpt.

His three white carrots are small and not uniform in shape. They are really garbage ingredients, but the walking formula doesn't care.

A picture has flashed through his mind.

When I think of this image, the corners of the gait's mouth are slightly challenging.

With a bang, the spinning knife handle was held by him, and the radish stopped spinning, falling down sharply, the knife crossed out and caught the radish.

The tip of the knife turned and pounded, and suddenly the carrot scraps rose.

……

Phew...

Junqing smiled carefully and put down the kitchen knife, erased the appearance of a drop of sweat on his forehead. He looked at his work and appeared satisfied with the color on his face.

This time, he was playing extraordinarily well. Though he was not the best at knives, under the guidance of the master, he was also quite skilled at knives.

Because Master told him that knives are the foundation of a chef, his knives must be well mastered.

In front of him, a quietly blooming white jade flower was alive, and the petal was as thin as a cicada wing, as if it were going to burst with a touch, almost as if it were fake.

And he didn't spend a lot of time, probably half a column of time.

It's not the quickest time to come, it's probably not too late.

I don't know. How's the cook doing? But I'm afraid getting a knife and ingredients like that should be difficult.

Junqing looked up and saw that a fragrance in the distance had only just been burned. Many of the chefs around him were gathering together to complete the work.

And of course, there are people who happen to be doing it, and their sights collide with him.

Indeed... Master is right, the chefs in Taotie Valley are not weak!

There are too many Taotie Valley chefs and too many elites to be too proud of.

Junqing nodded seriously. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the gait.

He wanted to see how the footsteps were done, and if they didn't work, he could lend the knife to the footsteps, and he was done anyway.

However, when he turned his head, he found that the pedestrian did not know where to pull out a chair, lay down, his eyes slightly squinted, a sleepy look.

“What the hell? You just throw yourself away?! ”

Junqing smiled and felt a bit of liver pain...

“You... you...” Jun Qing smiled and looked at the gait. None of the words could be spoken.

The gait opened his eyes and looked at Junqing with a smile. The corner of his mouth snapped. “You're too slow, I'm in a hurry...”

Pooh, are you in a fucking hurry?

The words of the footsteps made Junqing smile. The next moment he seemed to remember something, his head turned toward the stove of the footsteps.

With this look, his eyes are full of flowers.

It's like an ancient crocodile coming at him with his mouth open!

“Damn... what the hell?! ”