Gourmet of Another World

The gait covered his mouth.

So... this is how the food was cooked.

The ingredients are actually worms in the cursed river...

Such an easy and rough way to cook, never before seen on foot...

As a chef who loves good food, the pedestrian is somewhat clean and he likes to be clean, just like the man used to be.

But...

The difference that the man finally showed was too great.

The bug climbed onto his arm, and the sensation of numbness and creepiness in the scalp that came from the peristalsis made the inside of the gait a little depressing.

Ho!

Outside the kitchen, there were roars, those roars, from the 1,000 deportees chosen in Dingcheng.

The pedestrians have seen the fanaticism and madness of these dark dishes among the exiles.

From the beginning, this cooking game was unfair.

The pedestrian side stood on the side of absolute crushing.

At this moment, his heart was violently shaken by the stroke, and he tasted in the disgust of that dark dish.

Of course...

You can't imagine what kind of dishes and delicacies you can use to win this dark dish.

Let the exiled people of Dingcheng who have long been attracted to this dark dish choose his food.

……

“Lost. ”

The old man with tearful eyes looked at the scene. He felt the confusion of walking in the scene.

Once upon a time, he was so lost, and then, utterly failed, lost to the ground.

Looking at the man, the old man's complexity.

This is him, he used to be...

That was his past. However, he was detained by the Cursed Queen, sealed in this death row, born...

Cursed Queen...

The old man gripped his fist.

However, a dark curse rose, causing him tremendous pain and cramps.

……

“Ouch...”

“This food… it's disgusting, that's why the disgusting crawlers in Ding Cheng District eat it. ”

“This is what the Queen has given them to suppress the curse, and they should be thankful! ”

The noblemen also saw the man's cooking, his face changed, and some of the noblemen directly covered their lips with an ugly expression.

Indeed… the impact of this cooking on them is enormous.

Although they already knew how to cook this food.

But every time they look at it, they feel a nausea coming from deep inside.

That's why they look down on people in Dingcheng.

In their view, the people in Dingcheng who eat this food are the ants, the reptiles...

“Disgusting, but no doubt… this food will never win this chef! ”

Some nobles shook their heads with a smile, even though they lost their bets.

But it doesn't prevent them from winning back in the next bet.

The bet, also initiated by Count Xia Qiu, comes from both winners and losers.

On the question of whether we can win or not.

There is no doubt that all these nobles will lose.

No one can win this food...

It comes from temptations at the soul level, like poison, that make the crawlers of Dingcheng crazy.

Xiaohao was very pale. She looked at the gait and her face didn't change.

As if nothing could change her face, she had long been indifferent to everything.

The noble lady smiled and was very entertained.

“I look forward to seeing how this little guy will cope, and if he can't cope... it's better to live than die. ”

The lady smiles.

What kind of food should you choose to cook on foot?

No one knows the choice of walking.

They're not cooks, but if you think about it, in that case, you can only be desperate.

Those people are attracted to this dark dish, and trying to take food from the tiger's mouth is simply impossible.

The gait is also under tremendous pressure.

The appearance of this dark dish, he never thought of.

That thing, I've tried a small bite on foot, but it's just a small bite, and I don't dare to try more on foot.

It's a kind of food that acts on the soul level, something that drives people crazy.

Dark cuisine for pedestrians, but possibly real food for the exiled in Dingcheng District.

It's really hard to change an intrinsic impression.

Habits are the worst.

Not to mention the crazy habits, the brainless habits.

From the beginning, choosing cooking is doomed to failure.

The gait frowned and, thinking carefully, he had to think of a way to deal with it.

In fact, cooking is not absolute.

It's a question that walkers can't think of.

Touched my chin.

The mind of the gait moved and buzzed, sinking into the countryside and the earth.

Windblowing grass is low on cattle and sheep.

Heaven and earth are as beautiful as ever.

Quiet and relaxed.

The cowman lay on a lounge chair, blowing a comfortable breeze, snoring and sleeping.

The footsteps appeared and he was forced to wake up.

As the father of the hybrid, Bull Man 3, the walker felt that he might have a better way to deal with the dark dishes, after all, this guy might have stuffed heavenly ways into the ingredients of the slut.

So, we talked to Niuhansan on foot about the situation.

“Is there another operation like this? How dare you use dark dishes in front of Boss Bo? ”

Niu Han San was somewhat shocked.

The cowman threw himself up and walked around in front of the cabin.

Walking is also a way of thinking.

Suddenly.

The cowman slapped his fist three times.

“Boss Bao! Why do the exiled love that dark dish...? ”

“Isn't it because that dark dish suppresses their curse? Although it is a chronic suicidal poison... but these exiled people should not be weak enough to feel it..."

“So, Bull, I think, Mr. Boo, don't think about it so much, just break it with brute force! Just make a good meal that breaks the curse on these people! ”

Bull Man Three Ways.

The eyes were bright for a while.

“For dark dishes, crush them with absolute delicacies… thoroughly! ”

Bull Man Three Ways.

Afterwards, the guy twisted his ass and went into the cabin.

Shortly afterwards, a bag was handed to the pedestrian formula.

The foot stunned, took the bag, and in the bag, it was a grain of beans.

Round beans come in different colors and come in a variety of colors.

“What is this? ”

Pedestrian doubt.

“Mr. Bao... this is my latest work! Each of these beans blends Heaven's Way, Law, the Power of the Soul Demon... the Power of the Curse, and much more! ”

The cowman rubbed his hands three times.

“I was hoping to wait for the boss to free up for a study, now give you this bean...”

“This is an excellent ingredient! ”

Bull Man Three Confidence Channel.

The name of his heterosexual father is not for nothing.

There are many things that are thrown into the countryside by foot, and as the strength of the foot improves, all kinds of strange ingredients are thrown in.

In addition to being eaten by pedestrians, there are many ingredients that are used and studied by the cattle and men.

The gait picked out the eyebrows and looked at the cowman three times.

This guy... is really a different cow.

Do the different forces of the universe blend together?

Big chowder?

Yes, but it's not either, because it's just a big risotto of power, and the ingredients… are just one thing.

The gait nodded and suddenly there was some anticipation.

As Bull Man Three said.

Ten times a drop!

Whatever it takes, just break it!

The fingers of the pedestrian squared in the bean grains, and the colorful bean grains gave way to expectations in the squares.

“Let's go.”

The pedestrian path.

The next moment, he left the countryside.

The cowman threw his foot up and hummed the song in a relaxed manner.

Father of the crossbreeding... bullshit!

……

The gait is back.

He opened his eyes and paused with an extra bag of beans.

Inside the casket, it comes in seven colors.

The gaze of the gaze gazed at the distant man.

The latter's dark dishes are almost finished.

The pedestrian exhaled, not hesitating.

He poured all the beans out, and the raging beans landed in a bluegrass porcelain bowl and soaked them in the water of the Fountain of Life.

Boom!

Suddenly.

The air made a noise and walked out of the pitch-black Xuanwu pan.

What he's going to do this time, about the bean food… no doubt, there's a choice in mind!

Xuanwu's turtle roar sounded thoroughly, allowing the scent of the footsteps to climb.

Eyes peeled.

One of the finest bounces, the divine fire suddenly jumped out, the red divine fire fell under the basalt pot.

Step all the beans down and cook.

Grunting.

Seven colored beans are boiling, each rolling.

The fire infiltrated the beans.

Soon, it was at the center of each bean that a wire of fire was beating.

Soon, the heat will rise.

The pedestrian tips the water.

A shout-out, the kitten spoon spinning in his hand, even around his wrist.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

The pedestrian spoon was pressed into the pan and all the cooked beans were beaten to pieces.

A white gauze falls into the walking formula, wrapping those wrecked beans, squeezing them hard, extruding all the bean sand...

By this point, the cuisine to cook on foot is basically molded.

Slightly sticky soybean sand was poured into the pan by foot, and the colours of the soybean sand varied, giving it a seven-color appearance, but it was as brisk as running water, with some glamour.

The red fire heats, and the moisture in the bean sand is stir-fried dry on foot.

Unlike the man's pure black food, the seven-colored soybean sand on the foot looks more gorgeous.

However……

Those outside the kitchen were not interested in the pedestrian bean sauce and roared greedily at the man's food like crazy.

The gait stabilizes the mind, does not envy pleasure, does not envy sorrow.

Carefully cook the food in your hand.

It's a long process to fry the moisture from the bean sand.

Also, you need to use fireworks and fry them without delay.

That's kind of like cooking with a man across the street, who was also on fire, stirring it in no hurry until the food became sticky.

A long time later.

The formula adds the honey and oil juice to the fried bean sand...

Cover your palms with energy and fall into the pan, removing the bean sand from it.

Buzz...

Soybean sand rotates in the hands of a pedestrian, turning into a spinning seven-color ball.

Warm, luxurious, eye-catching.

Let the bean sand hang in the air.

It creates an icy scent on foot, allowing the soybean sand to start freezing.

On the other hand, start rubbing flour...

The process of making the noodles is too skillful for the gait.

The dough flies, and it also turns into a circle ball, suspended in the air, which corresponds remotely to the seven-colored bean sand ball.

Far away.

The man has finished cooking.

Boom boom...

He poured the food from the glass pan into the black pot on the wooden truck, and the rolling hot air boiled over it.

He, on the other hand, took out a clean white cloth and wiped his hands.

Little by little, very careful and delicate wipe.

In a moment, wipe clean.

Men's dishes are done.

Outside the kitchen, the exiled are completely insane...

The doors were crowded and slammed into the kitchen door, making it look like the kitchen door was about to be punched open!

The color of the steps was light, and I looked at everything outside the door and the face did not change color.

He kneaded the flour, not in a hurry, Buddha wrapped the bun...

That's right, what the foot formula does this time… is bean sandbags.

Walking hands are long and white and flexible.

The flour flies, the colorful bean sand is wrapped up, kneaded and quickly turned into a variety of shapes.

Lovely little rabbits, lovely little sheep, and even walking formulas pinch bean sandbags as little foxes and skins.

This casual cooking stunned a group of people.

A lot of people think that pedestrianism is a choice to give up, self-inflicted abandonment.

A cage of bean sandbags was pushed into the steamer by foot.

The pedestrians also have some expectations about what happens when these bean sand bags come out of the cage.

The sword walks away from the dark dish?

In that case, let yourself have a hard bump with a cute little bean sandbag.

Boom!!!

The pedestrian squeaked a finger.

Under the steam cage, the fire is shining!