Gourmet of Another World

Bloody flour rubbed dough spinning in the hands of the Ouyang sunset wind, constant vigor flying, making the dough glorious.

Grrr!!

The large pot that is cooking starts to boil, the lid is shaking, there is hot air spraying out of the pot, it is hot.

Ouyang's heavy wind, his cold eyes and no emotions differed greatly from his gentle appearance on weekdays, which many people rarely saw.

Pull it!

The bloody flour rose, and the next moment, the dough in Ouyang's sunken wind was completely stretched out at this moment. He stretched out a finger, dotted it on top of the dough, his hands swinging, the dough spinning in the air. As it spins, a fine dough like a dragon's beard is pulled out, constantly spinning and diffusing.

Soon, around Ouyang Feng's body, that noodle was like a blooming flower, constantly spreading and dancing, accompanied by flour flying, actually emitting a demonic beauty.

Everyone was silent and silent, and when they knew that the flour was actually stained with blood, their hearts were shocked, but by this moment, there was nothing left but amazement.

A root noodle is like a ribbon dancing, gorgeous.

All of a sudden, the noodles swept in, falling into the hands of the Ouyang sunset wind, over the bloody noodles, with an evil glow.

The prepared noodles were placed on the stove, and the Ouyang sunken wind headed towards the large pot that was boiling.

Ninety-nine Orc birds are cooking inside.

I lifted the lid of the large pot, and the smell of flesh swelled...

Everyone took a sip of cool air and just felt shocked.

Ouyang sunken wind salvaged all the spiritual birds inside, the spiritual birds were semi-ripe, and the body was full of hot air.

But Ouyang's sinking wind doesn't seem to end that way.

He will pour all the soup he cooked for the first time...

Once again, these bird spirits were loaded into the pan and started cooking...

This time in the boiling process, he constantly sprayed it with cut pesticide foam.

These foams spilled over the bird meat of these spiritual animal birds, and it quickly turned the bird meat into a seductive color.

Is this the soup that's cooking noodles?

A bowl of noodles, important in addition to noodles, of course there is a noodle bottom, which is very important whether you have brought noodles or made noodle soup.

Following the practice of Ouyang Sunken Feng, he intends to use the soup made of 99 birds of the spirit to make the bottom of the soup, which is a highly tested technique.

However, in the next time, Ouyang sunken wind again dumped a good pan, and the second time the bottom, he gave up.

The third time he cooked the bottom of the soup, this time, he added a lot of potion, which boiled with the soup, and it actually came out with a unique odor.

Wow!

Ninety-nine Orc birds were taken out by him.

The cicada knife rolls in his hand very quickly, thin as a cicada, and every time it passes, it cuts off a soft piece of flesh from the belly of the spirit bird and cuts it into a thin piece.

A spiritual beast bird… only one slice was taken and put together, 99 slices were instantly chopped to pieces by a cicada blade.

These crushed, powdery foams are put away by the Ouyang wind and are ready to be used.

His hands trembled and he salvaged the bloody noodles, stained them with blood, with a peculiar smell of blood.

Ouyang's sunken wind surface did not change color, and the noodles were carefully placed in a boiling pan.

The bottom of the pan is fragrant, has a psychic aroma, and is rich to the extreme fleshy aroma.

It's a mixture of the two, so don't have a taste.

Wow!

As soon as the noodles entered, the Ouyang sunken wind began to let the noodles roam in the pan, and he dumped them, and the boiling, hot bottom of the soup reflected into his eyes.

All of a sudden, Ouyang sinking wind shook his hand and suddenly pulled it out, and those noodles were spinning and spreading in the air, and the soup splashed.

Five small bowls were ready, one by one, and the red noodles revealed an exotic beauty, which was even more sparkling after contaminating the soup.

After putting it in the five small bowls ready, Ouyang Sinking Feng fished the soup out and poured it into it.

Wow, the clear soup, like fresh spring water, poured into the bowl, suddenly the noodles filled up.

Of course, it's not over yet.

Ouyang sunken wind took the chopped meat end. These meat ends were almost turned into fine powder. They were sprinkled in the bowl. Soon they were completely blended...

With a touch of his hand, the cicada knife came in, and he cut a large chunk of the potion into pieces, loaded a bowl of pieces, and filled it like this.

Heavenly funeral face... done.

That makes all of us buried in the sky like Lei Gwan-ear... but it's just such a simple bowl of noodles.

But everyone has just seen Ouyang Feng's cooking, it is clear, this seems to be a simple bowl of noodles, how much kung fu did it take...

Ouyang took a step back, removed the cloth strap tied to his forehead, and his hair drooped down and crossed his face.

Ice-cold eyes restored that gentle color, Ouyang's sunken wind and mouth smiled and looked faintly at the gait.

His dish is finished, then… it depends on the formula.

The pedestrian formula naturally does not know that the Ouyang sunset wind has finished cooking...

In fact, his face is nearing completion.

The heavenly face of burial, the Lord grieves... those who eat will be forced to shed tears of their own free will feel a sense of funeral pain.

It was created with the sadness of 99 bird beasts who died instantly...

Instead of cooking delightful dishes with poisonous poison, the pedestrian decided to continue cooking emotionally sad dishes. He is the judge who intends to taste the dishes, and the sadness flows back to the river.

Dark soul face...

This is a bowl of noodles that the pedestrians intend to cook this time.

This is a seemingly plain, ordinary noodle with all sorts of ingredients, but the way it's cooked is very different.

After all, this is a side of intense sadness that requires the chef to feel grief in the cooking process, conveying grief to the face and blackening souls.

Xuanwu pan was suspended without expression in walking, but there was a little sadness in his eyes.

The pot burned red, took five prepared eggs on foot, gently crushed them, and the egg dropped into the pot.

Boo-hoo!

The instant egg scent washes up.

Nose fluttering scent.

The pedestrian formula is still sad, his emotions mixed in with his mental strength, dripping and infiltrating the dishes.

This is a simple fried egg, but it has a particularly unusual feeling.

Five small pieces of meat steak, also fried under oil juice, meat on the steak is trembling, in which the meat is as if it were diastolic, naturally this meat is not tapioca.

The kitchen bucket has rules that the ingredients should not be too high, and of course, they are clear as chefs.

If the dishes in the ingredients taste too good and mask the taste of the noodles, then this bowl of noodles will fail.

So in general, noodle ingredients don't use premium ingredients.

White flower noodles are under the pot, but his bottom is completely different from Ouyang's sinking wind.

There are a few pot stems in the bottom of the pedestrian pot that are twisting, and there is nothing else.

Cooking is all about fresh water soup...

But the pedestrian formula naturally doesn't make the soup as simple as that.

He took out a crystal can, removed the lid of the can, sniffed it on foot, his eyebrows shaking a few points...

It's really a sad spice.

After sighing lightly, a drop of abyssal chili sauce entered the soup.

Just for a moment, the crisp soup bottom turned flaming red and spicy.

On the other hand, the recipe is also a drop of Abyss chili sauce on top of the egg and steak...

The taste of chili sauce is very good, and it actually gives the dish a different aroma.

The noodles rolled into the pan and were salvaged on foot after the noodles gradually began to glow red.

Splashes of water, white-flowered noodles exude this glow and warmth.

Every beating makes the noodles shake a point.

Place the dumped noodles in a ready bowl of bluegrass porcelain, then cover a piece of meat steak, and finally place the fried eggs with a few lovely colors on them.

At the center of the fried egg, a drop of abyssal chili sauce was dripped and sprinkled with some spring onions.

A bowl that looks incredibly simple and dark is complete.

Clean the water stains in your hands by walking, look at this bowl face, the color of the face is a little complicated...

He likes to cook dishes that are pleasant, and the emotion of the dishes is related to the chef's own emotions.

In order to do this bowl of noodles, the gait needs to incorporate its own dark soul emotions.

The pedestrians don't like this feeling of sadness.

He thinks cooking is to make the diner feel happy.

So the pedestrian thought, this bowl noodle, he shouldn't be doing it again.

Whoops... a long breath, and this is how the first dish on foot is done, and his next opponent.

The gait raised its head and looked at Wang Tong in the distance as if he had been tortured by the ages.

Half-white, half-black hair is full of mulberries.

He is in the process of closing down the dishes with no joy at this moment.

……

Boom!

The giant skull kept coming and couldn't stop.

Many of the powerful glared at each other and watched with amazement as the giant skull struck.

What sanctuary is this?

A loud bang struck the skull and plowed out a deep ditch on the ground, where the earth was overflown.

But the skull was still intact, and from there, two figures climbed out.

“Cough, cough, cough... young man, come out and land perfectly and safely.” Luha the Pluto stood on top of the skull's head and said.

The Purple Cloud Virgin drilled out of it and breathed fresh air. Her beautiful face also revealed excitement.

“Finally! ”

“Young man, you say there are spicy strips here... don't lie to the king about innocent emotions.” Pluto glanced at the purple cloud.

Zi Yunton's long lashes trembled, "Brother Ha, what's your name? How could Ziyun lie to you? Without Spicy Stripes, Purple Clouds will be your people! ”

The righteous words of Ziyun.

Pluto Luha held up a dark circle and slanted her, "You little young man, what a beautiful thought. ”

They talked to themselves, ignoring the surprised gaze of the strong around them.

You know, the strong ones that float around this moment are all from the existence of the great sacred sites of the Divine Dragon Court.

They glanced at the skull coming down from the sky and looked at the two mixers drilling out of the skull...

Suddenly, a strong man's eyeballs suddenly glared.

“Oops, isn't this the Purple Cloud Virgin?! How did this little ancestor get here?” The mighty man was a powerful presence in the Heavenly Springs Sanctuary, originally to help the old man take the Taotie Valley inheritance.

This happened before I could make a move.

Many of the other holy places also have strange eyes.

Daughter of Tianquan Zizheng, Purple Cloud Virgin?

I can't believe you pulled off with a strange man in the public... would Zizheng vomit blood if he found out? Everyone knows that Zizheng is precious to his daughter.