Gourmet of Another World

As you gaze at the thunderclouds.

The spicy, sour potato silk that was sprayed, is already on the bottom.

Chef and Liu Lian give you a spoonful, I'll have a spoon... not pleasant to eat, while still immersed in the delicious taste of sour and spicy potato silk.

They never thought that a common dish could be so delicious, that it would chew their hearts like this after eating countless dishes.

Were they eating fake sour potato silk?

When the last potato silk was pinched by Liu Mu with his fingers and thrown into his mouth, that plate of potato silk was a complete pan.

“It's delicious... it's delicious! ”

Liu Mu smashed his mouth and looked at the gaze of the gait, full of amazement.

Is this really a half-kilo walk with your cooking skills?

Is this kid hiding in a cab for days just to improve his cooking skills?

But isn't that too fast?

Cooking is a slow thing to do, and it doesn't take decades for a world-class chef to immerse himself in a craft.

But how big is the gait?

The chef wiped his mouth with a cloth towel and his eyes were a little complicated.

Walking directions are still being taught in the front, so don't let the detachment slip through your cooking training.

As a result… the level of cooking shown on foot makes him a little embarrassed as a chef.

Is this really a walking formula?

Though he has always been a good pedestrian, he feels that pedestrians have a more passionate love for cooking than Liu Mu.

But it didn't occur to me that this passion translated so quickly into cooking.

“Are you kidding me? Or did you get any secrets? ”

The chef smiled and laughed.

His gaze at the gaze of the gait is no longer that of the younger generation.

Just this sour, spicy potato silk is enough to make a division.

“Starting today, you can have your own side...”

The gait nodded.

I don't think so.

His cooking skills, both his understanding of cooking skills and his focus, are far beyond the imagination of a chef.

What the pedestrian cares about now is who's limiting him.

He just made a potato silk, which led to a thunderbolt warning.

Is it...

The gait squinted slightly.

After saying goodbye to the chef, he left the kitchen.

He came to the roof of a dilapidated old building.

Standing on the roof, the wind blew slightly, he raised his head and looked at the infinite dome of heaven, which washed like a shampoo, the thunderclouds just now, appearing fast and dissipating fast.

Underneath, the streets of Chashui Maroon, surrounded by high-rise buildings, paved with a modern atmosphere.

The gait is slightly tranced.

Soon, however, he was calm.

A glance.

Slight bending of the legs of the gait.

After that, the legs seemed to have a terrible burst of force.

Boom!

Straighten your legs and walk in the shape of a rocket!

Even burst into the sky with a sound explosion.

The wind blows the hair of the gait, but the gait doesn't feel comfortable.

He wants to see what really restricts him...

Heavenly Path?

Or some mystery?

The movement of the footsteps was not insignificant, at least the old houses seemed to be violently shocked, making the people in the houses think that it was an earthquake, many people ran out and many even shouted.

Soon, the walk was into the clouds.

The airflow is constantly thinning.

A heavy strain fell on the shoulder of the gait.

The gait is almost impossible to break the bond, but the gait can feel that once you break the bond of divine power, the earth may be destroyed in an instant.

This strange feeling gave way to a hesitation or a choice to give up.

Boom!

Rushing out of the atmosphere, the clothes on the treadmill had long been shattered.

With inertia, stand in the stars and sweep around on foot.

His eyes are like dragons, looking directly into the universe.

The distant stars, the vast universe, seem to find that mysterious power...

Unfortunately, everything is very peaceful.

Frowning.

The gait didn't find anything odd.

The pressure brought him back to Earth.

The echo sounds like a falling meteorite.

Very fast.

Satellites hovering around the Earth captured this scene, causing a lot of panic.

What the hell is that?

Meteorite?

But why are meteorites human?

……

Boom.

The footsteps landed on the ground, and there seemed to be some hot air on the body that had not been dispersed.

The gait was balanced in its control of the force, falling from 10,000 meters of altitude and not causing the ground to explode.

Whatever secrets the Earth has.

The gait feels that his current main thing is to find the spirits and return them to the kitchen god set, perhaps only then can he embark on the perfect kitchen god path.

Wow...

Once again, the sky was raining with spiritual energy.

Cold rainwater slaps against the walking squares, leaving the squares even a little sober.

This gust rain is definitely weird, but this weird, where exactly, the pedestrian is not clear for the time being.

I went back to the rental house and changed my clothes.

The pedestrian is coming to the restaurant.

This point is the restaurant, but the business in the restaurant is as bleak as ever.

This doesn't quite match the chef's cooking.

The chef sits on a chair, making tea and looking at books.

Liu Mu, on the other hand, is playing with his cell phone.

They've long been used to these days without customers.

With the momentum pressed, the restaurant won't be long... it should be closing soon.

“Are you back? ”

The chef saw the gait and laughed.

“When I got back, let's eat. I wanted you to cook. ”

Liu Mu also put away his phone, he was already hungry and hungry.

But just as they were preparing to eat.

Outside the door, a sudden sound of footsteps.

No change of colour on the steps of the dish.

Liu Mu ran over with excitement at the behest of the chef.

“What do you want to eat? Eight dishes are random... our restaurant chef, anything. ”

Liu Mu smiled and said, his face was full of youth.

The customer sat on the chair on his own, the customer was soaking wet, and when the spiritual air was evaporating, the spiritual energy was also dispersed.

That feeling is rather strange...

Liu Mu also stopped laughing, reminiscent of the recent passing on of boiling magicians and ghosts, his face was a little dark.

“Can you cook anything? ”

The customer lowered his head and smiled softly, laughing a little cold.

Suddenly, the customer moved, he reached out, zipped up, pulled a live jump out of his arms and threw up a bubbling carp.

“Make this fish into vegetables...”

“We… do not accept our own ingredients.” Liu Mu's face was a bit ugly, he said.

“When I say you do it, you do it… so much crap! I can't do it... you can all bury this fish. ”

The customer lowered his head and said, while saying, the clothes on his body, the wet rain still dripped on the ground, the rain splashed, causing a creepy burst.

“I... I...” Liu Mu's head was blank. What did he say?

I can't cook... do I have to be buried with you? Or bury the fish?

This guy's kidding!

“Go! ”

The man had a blast.

As if it were a deterrent to the mind.

Liu Mu's body trembled for a while. Tap.

The fat carp suddenly flew into his arms. The feeling of slippery and cold made Liu Mu's face look white.

He's not leaving, he's not leaving.

“I'll do it… this fish.” The chef put down the bowl of chopsticks and stood up with a frown.

It's rare to have a customer who still brings his own ingredients...

Alas... this restaurant really can't open anymore.

Chef walked up to Liu Lian and reached out and grabbed the fish.

“Yo, this fish is fat... why? Fishhead tofu soup?” The chef laughed, pinched the carp, and his eyes flashed with amazement.

Such a fat fish he hasn't really seen, so long away from the water, can still jump like this.

“Whatever you want... well done reward, not well done... accompany the burial.” The man is still drooling over his head.

A slice of meat was clipped to the entrance on foot and the customer looked at it obliquely.

Seems like my heart feels something.

The customer also raised his head slowly, his wet, crisp hair twisted together and the water beads dropped.

It was a pale, bloodless face with a pair of eyes that seemed to be glowing green.

Mm-hmm.

The gait was stunned.

He glanced at the man and looked at the fat fish in the chef's hand.

The chef is already in the kitchen with the fish, and the chef is confident in his cooking.

Seeing this fat fish, even a little ticklish.

Seeing the chef enter the kitchen, Liu Mu was a little scared and shrunk to the side of the pedestrian.

He finds that he is now at the side of the pedestrian formula, somehow feeling safe...

He took out his cell phone, logged on to the Internet, and started searching for information.

While he was searching, he stood up on foot and turned around and stepped into the kitchen.

That fish... it's a little weird.

“The strange events in Jiangdong City, Peace Road, Lu Ming Restaurant, Restaurant Chef including Chef, Chef Apprentice, all died tragically! ”

“Tianxin Street, Baiyu Restaurant, Restaurant Owner Running, Chef Weird and Miserable...”

“Frequent strange events, chef suffering? Many fish scales were found unexpectedly in the restaurant of the miserable chef...”

……

Liu Mu's face brushed white, his eyes stared dead at the information in the phone, his heart pounding straight.

Lu Ming Restaurant Of course he knows that a very hot restaurant on the side of Peace Road, as well as Baiyu Restaurant... business is not good, but not bad.

But the chefs in this restaurant are dead.

And… found many scales in the restaurant?

The scales?

Liu Mu's lips trembled, and suddenly he felt his hands unnamed slippery and disgusting, wiping them on his body.

Raise your head and look for a pedestrian formula, he will tell the pedestrian formula, now only a pedestrian with no change of colour is the harbour of his heart.

But when I looked up, I noticed the walking formula wasn't there.

The restaurant was quiet, with only his breath left, and the customer behind, his clothes dripping down on the floor.

Nima...

Why leave me here alone to grieve?!

Liu Mu's heart is jammed, he wants to cry a little.

He grabbed the phone and was ready to stand up and rush towards the kitchen at a rate of 100 meters.

But he hasn't gotten up yet.

Tap...

A pale hand patted on his shoulder.

Liu Mu: “I...”

“Be quiet... you're noisy. ”

The sound of the sand dumb rang, and Liu Mu shivered like a sieve of bran. He turned his head sharply and looked to his side.

There...

A white face with oily green eyes.

That twisted together is the hair, bar tap tap tap penetrates the water.

At this moment, the greasy green eyeballs stared at Liu Mu, just an inch away...

……

In the kitchen.

Chef, grab the fish and put it in the basket.

As a fish, he's naturally handy.

Of course, he was going to make fishtop tofu soup, but thinking about it, making fishtop tofu soup wasted the meat of the fish body. Afraid the customer would think he was black, so he changed the dish.

Prepare to cook live fish in water.

He's a lot better at that.

Instead of treating fish first, prepare other ingredients.

Remove ingredients from the large refrigerator, place ingredients such as cucumbers, bean sprouts, black wooden ears, etc., cut them and put them on a plate for use.

On the other side is the bottom of a pan prepared to boil live fish with water.

The important thing about boiling live fish is the flavor of the bottom.

By the time you walk into the kitchen, the chef is ready to handle the fish.

Grabbing the sharp knife in his hand, he pulled the fat fish out of the basket and prepared to scratch the scales.

Stand on foot in front of the kitchen and look faintly.

The chef's movements are orderly.

It scraped off the scales, and those scales jumped and splashed to the ground, and seemed to make a slight noise.

Descaling, bone clipping, fish slicing, oiling in the pan...

A series of operations by the chef, orderly.

Grunting.

A spoon of oil juice is poured into a stainless steel basin, and the cut cucumber and black wood ears appear hidden in it, sprinkled with a few green onions, and the water is finished cooking the live fish.

With a basin, the chef turned around and saw the footsteps, slightly.

“Footsteps, what are you doing here? ”

“I'll take the fish out to the guests, you take care of the kitchen. ”

The chef said with a smile.

Later, he walked past the square and walked out of the kitchen.

Walk around and watch the water in the stainless steel basin boil the live fish, eyebrows slightly picked.

After that, he walked to the stove.

The ground is filled with scales.

On the stove, the fish bones scattered.

The gait exhaled.

Reach out and grab it in the basket. Suddenly, from the basket... a fat fish jumping alive was caught.

It's the fat carp that the strange customer took out.

At this moment, the carp is grinning its teeth against the gait.