Gourmet of Another World

Forbidden Soul City.

Central Square.

Ruins of Heaven, third race day.

At the corner of the square, a wooden stall is already on top of it.

Because of the early arrival, there was no one in front of the wooden stall.

The morning sun broke through the clouds and projected down, shining in front of the stall, casting a soft light over it.

In the wooden stall, hot air rises, and oil drops onto it, making the sound of nourishment.

Xiaoyu hugged the little fox and stood curiously on the side of the wooden stall, looking at the gait.

The cube holds the sleeves of the sparrow feather robe, revealing long, white arms.

His face was serious and he was manipulating a huge bluegrass bowl in his hand.

The bowl was large, holding the bowl in one hand on foot, and in the other hand it was stretched into the bowl, stirring constantly inside.

A strand of fine air sprayed out of the bowl with a hint of fragrance.

Xiaohao glanced at the walking formula, which looked normal and had no emotional fluctuations whatsoever due to yesterday's events.

Yesterday she also heard that the pedestrian formula was actually met with the hope of several little saints in the inn.

This made Xiaoyu angry. He knew he would never let the foot out of the countryside.

The gait is actually very calm.

Yesterday's assassination, though seemingly dangerous, is in his hands.

Had it not been for the Destruction Dry Pot in the end, he would have entered the countryside, and all the Little Saints would have had to stay.

Until the fluctuations in the destruction pan disappeared, when he came out of the countryside, the two little saints of the abyss dragged their crippled bodies away.

As for the two half-dead saints of the Vajra world, they were taken away by Ghost.

If you want to, those two guys won't have anything better to do, after all, you're offended by Ghost.

Ghost told them to stop, and they dared to keep doing it. This was tantamount to slapping Ghost in the face, who was, after all, the owner of Hell.

Such provocation and indulgence cannot be tolerated by a dignified identity.

These are the last words, and the footsteps don't really know what happens to them.

Once the battle was over, the pedestrians returned to the countryside.

Mainly in the inn, the room belonging to him was destroyed, and there was no need for him to remain there.

Just in time to prepare ingredients in the countryside and study the dishes to be sold at the stall today.

This dish is also a dish that you can look forward to on foot.

The stalls are quite remarkable at the corner of the square.

It was mainly the hot fumes that diffused, in the sun, as if they were glowing.

Many people look far away and inspire curiosity.

The three of them came together and saw the stall walking in the distance, breathing a long breath in their hearts.

Seeing the gait should have been unaffected by yesterday's attack.

After all, the pedestrian is still in the mood to open, and naturally nothing has happened.

While exhaling, their hearts are full of admiration.

In the Immortal Kitchen world, get ready to go.

They don't look at footsteps at all. Although they are called the Great Demon King, they have not experienced fear of being ruled by footsteps.

And now they're figuring out what it means to be scary.

The Great Demon King... is the Great Demon King.

Four little holy assassins can't take his life!

Naturally, these cowmen are extraordinary!

Of course, they're curious about what they're going to prepare today.

The menu for the first two days.

One day it's a plate burn, and one day it's a string of incense.

They are dishes that make them covet.

The menu of the day is naturally very exciting.

They were the first to eat, because it was too early, and if they weren't worried about walking, they wouldn't have come so early.

I didn't think the pedestrian formula was really there.

The three of them stuck in front of a small stall.

In the distance, one also slowly walked over.

The man grabbed a giant jade plate, and on top of it was an eyeball made of thousands of light points.

Ink smoke and others recognized this person's identity, and it was around the ring that the Hell of War, who mastered the cast like a form of formation, would be the strongest.

Because the race had not yet begun, the latter had been attracted by the stalls of the footsteps, and had come here with a projection method.

“Anyway, the game hasn't started yet, so let's relay the boss's food today. ”

This hellfire will smile and say.

Looking at his grinning teeth, I thought I'd tasted the dishes from the first two days of walking.

The gait looked at the battle and said nothing.

He's a little curious about the projection method.

“Okay.”

The gait nodded.

Allow the battle to play his cooking moves.

The battle to control the casting of the fights will be allowed on foot, and the spirit will rise.

Control the formation, walk around the footsteps, and lock the movement of the footsteps.

……

The Immortal Kitchen World.

Above Fairy Chef Square.

The sky has just dawned.

The projection in the square was lit up.

Diffuse smoke emerged in the hazy light, with a clear picture of the pedestrian stall on top.

The first strike was the faceless face of the gait.

Once the rear image turns, it is the movement in the hand of the gait.

Piazza della Cuisine, some of the people who shouted, saw the scene appearing on the light screen, all shouting out loud.

“Ah, so early today? ”

“No... isn't this the Great Demon King? ”

“Is the Great Demon cooking a new dish? Even the projection method is personally broadcast for him... so awesome! ”

……

The fairy chefs looked at the light screen and suddenly chirped. Everyone's face was full of excitement.

How could they not have imagined that this was happening early in the morning?

In their hearts, the admiration of the pedestrian side grows.

Anyone else who goes to the competition is nine dead and dead, and as it turns out, the Great Demon goes to the competition, and that's going to open a store to make money.

You can tell from a glance at the light screen.

The pedestrian stall is small, but it's full of pots.

……

Other little worlds.

Many people keep their chairs in front of the curtain for the first time to see the light game.

The sudden appearance of the image shouted everyone.

Some say they just want to watch the game and not watch it cook.

But as the picture progressed, their opposition became smaller and smaller.

Because the action in the picture is also becoming more and more appealing, the sound of nourishment appears.

Even let them swallow.

……

“Mr. Bo, what's on the menu today? Can you tell me? ”

The battle to master the cast will smile.

The pedestrian gait did not speak, and the movement in his hand remained meticulous.

The cyan bowl is filled with a huge mass of paste.

That pasty urban and rural pale yellow is ground with spiritual wheat containing the will of heaven in a selection of countryside heavens and earth.

Add the water from the Fountain of Life and rub together to make the paste.

Paste the noodles on the table at the stall.

The paste inside is still spinning...

The light yellow paste doesn't look appetizing.

Today's dishes obviously have to do with this paste...

He wiped his hands clean on foot, looked at the battle and didn't speak.

He took out a banner and handed it to Xuan Xiaowei.

Xuan Xiaohui skilfully took over, then hung in front of the stall.

Wow...

Banner dropped.

shows the contents.

“Square stall today's dish: hand gripped cake. ”

“A decanter crystal (medallion) can be used to add your own ingredients, one for each ingredient, and one for each decanter crystal. ”

The same rules are so familiar.

But this cooking dish is completely different from the day before yesterday.

Not even at all relevant.

Everyone was slightly stunned.

Hand gripper?

Is Fong going to make a cake today?

A cake is something like this… the audience is small, it's not very attractive, some people are even naturally disgusted with cakes.

I'm afraid today's results will be greatly discounted.

But they can't guarantee it either.

After all, the Great Demon has become a habitual miracle. Perhaps a common cake can rot into a miracle in his hands?

At this point, the pedestrian formula is to stack a portion of the ingredients in front of the stall.

“Mr. Bo, let me be the first customer of the day. ”

There are some expectations in the mind of the battle mastering the projection method, just to want to use the projection method to record the process and scene of cooking on foot, is to be the first customer.

The gait accidentally looked at the battle and nodded, slightly pulling the corner of his mouth.

“The old rules, the top ten customers, enjoy a 10% discount. ”

The pedestrian path.

“Thank you, Mr. Bo.” The war will also smile lightly, although dozens of medallions are nothing to him, but it's good to save.

And by this time, the pedestrian is ready to start cooking.

Everyone's eyes are locked in the stall.

The projection method also redirects the images from the stalls into the small worlds.

Xuanwu pot is similar to the first day, and is controlled by foot into a pan like iron plate.

Grabbed the blue flower porcelain bowl.

The palms beat gently over them, with invisible fluctuations spreading from them, shaking the paste.

Afterwards, the foot grabbed a spoon.

Scooped a spoonful of paste.

Poured oil on Xuanwu iron plate.

The nourishing oil boils.

The smell of hot oil volatilizes from time to time.

Pour the dough over it.

Splashes of instant nourishment.

Grasp the spoon by foot, face the splashing oil juice, the face does not change color, rubbing it.

That paste was ground into a circle, a very fine circle.

A noodle spreads from the pan.

There is no doubt that making this paste of spiritual wheat is absolutely unusual.

Grabbing cakes is also a delicious dish that can be brought out.

The production process is not complicated and is easy for walking.

It is also mainly the preparation of ingredients.

“What ingredients do you choose? ”

The gait will ask at a glance at the war.

The battle will remain silent for a while, choosing a magic beef, an egg of a spiritual beast.

Not a lot of ingredients.

In the course of the pancakes, the walking formula is to clamp the magic beef out and place it on an iron plate.

The whimpering sounds came out again.

As for spiritual eggs, the pedestrian formula is added directly to the baked bread.

Grabbing the egg of the spiritual beast, walking gently over the spoon, then peeling his thumb out.

The egg shell is split on both sides, and the yolk and protein in the middle fall off.

A bang fell on the pancake.

The egg shell falls aside as you toss it on foot.

The pan shovel grips and spreads the eggs of the spiritual beast on the pancake...

Everyone who sees this scene through the projection method is a stubborn wooden chicken.

So casual?

Boss Bao is afraid it's swollen. Is it so casual to cook?

If you add eggs, at least hit an egg...

Is it really okay to mix the egg cream so casually?

I don't feel serious.

After the eggs were dispersed, an egg nose poured in, mixed with the aroma of spiritual wheat, which was really sweet.

The foot grabbed the shovel and picked it on the magic beef, which swept up and spinned in the air.

After a few turns, it snapped, dropped on the iron plate, and the color also changed, getting deeper and deeper.

Flesh is spreading and haunting.

Put down the spoon.

The gait moved.

A bunch of bottle jars suddenly appeared in my hand.

Throw a can of bottles up and beat your hands on it.

A little powder spreads out of it, haunting it.

These are pedestrian spices that are added at this moment and have the ultimate fragrance spray.

This piece of cake seems to have been sublimated.

The clamp held up the magic beef and put it in the cake, which is far from over.

On the Magic Beef, the walking formula is to take out a green dripping leaf of fairy leaves.

The leaves are also stained with undropped water beads.

Place the fairy dish on top of it, then scoop a spoonful of magic beef, sprinkle it with a special salad sauce for the evening, and finally clamp both ends of the cake.

“Well... forgot to ask, do you want some spicy? ”

Walking motion lagged, looked at the battle and asked.

The battle in the form of a portrait will already be staring at each other.

Raw vegetables, beaten eggs, casual sauce...

Mr. Bo... Are you sure you can eat this?!

But the war will not ask.

After a moment of stuttering, he said, "Add... Add. ”

The gait nodded.

Later, the cake was separated and half a spoon of abyssal chili sauce was poured into it, smoothed and clamped.

A hand-crafted cake bag that was exchanged from the system.

The clamp holds the handscratch cake and is placed in it.

This is how the hot hand gripping cake is done.

The intense aroma is impressive, spreading and rich enough not to escape.

But... the war will take over the pie, but it's trembling...

There is only one doubt in his mind at this moment.

This cake... can you really eat it?