Gourmet of Another World

The cabin in the woods seems to be dilapidated, but in fact, since this is the final test site prepared by the Chef God for pedestrians, many things are not ordinary.

Grasping the knife in your hand, you can feel the horror inside the knife to the extreme fluctuations.

The pressure is much stronger than the total state of the tapestry knife.

Knives, pots, stoves… everything is of very high quality, like the finest artifacts in the universe.

The Chef is also very concerned about this final test, and he hopes that the recipe will cook a superb delicacy.

Because this is the only way to truly be eligible to inherit his cooking god.

Therefore, what the cook God has prepared for the pedestrian formula, be it ingredients or utensils, is the finest in the world.

Grabbing the knife, he gradually became faceless.

His eyes were a little deep, like he was thinking about something.

A long time later, he shook his head on foot and put the knife down again.

He did not use the kitchenware prepared for him by the cook god.

He looked at the ingredients piled up in the distance, which had a rounded scent and were the finest ingredients in the universe.

Ingredients that are not less than the Grand Soul Master level.

Cook the finest food with the finest ingredients, and kitchenware...

Pick the corner of the square mouth.

Take a step back.

He sat on the floor without cooking.

Instead, they are caught in contemplation.

Chef God's dishes are a mixture of heartless and loving, with heartless occupying more.

Perhaps that's why the Chef God began to pursue his heirs.

The Chef Goddess went the wrong way, he might have been silenced in the universe, and that's why he was looking for the Hundred Worlds Host.

The pedestrians pondered for a long time.

He looked faintly at everything before him.

After…

Those gorgeous kitchenware and ingredients are beginning to change.

The original flourishing ingredients have become the ultimate.

The original exuberant top ingredients have also become very mediocre.

Just like the common kitchen utensils used by villagers.

From the finest kitchenware and ingredients in the world to the most common human ingredients and utensils in the heavens and the earth.

Perhaps even the cook god doesn't understand what the pedestrian formula wants to do right now.

Standing up on foot, he grabbed a mediocre knife.

Start cooking not too slowly.

Cook with these simple ingredients.

A great cabbage of water spirits, washed with clean water by foot, he slowly peeled cabbage, as if to pour emotions into it.

Smoke the eggs into the bowl, beat them slowly with chopsticks, watch the egg cream and yolk mix together in a stir...

The red pork, pressed on the case board, did not use an exquisite knife, but held the pork down with the hands of water beads and cut the pork open one by one.

Slowly cut into pieces.

Everything is not in such a hurry that the recipe is not as impatient as it used to be, and it is this ordinary knife maker who is able to maximize the flavour of the ingredients.

This is an emotional knife maker.

One knife, one spread, all care for ingredients.

Boom!

The flour of the white flower is poured out, the flying dust is floating, and the walking hands are whitened.

Walking hands, clear length and white cleanliness.

Stack the flour into a small packet.

Stab a hole in the middle of the flour.

Pour the white flower water into the cave, the flour collapses, starts to float and sink, the water flows and breaks through the flour...

Like the water of the dyke, it keeps flowing, but it flows in half, and it is absorbed by all the flour and rolled into a powder ball.

Walking hands down.

The water polo was crushed and the flour was rubbed together.

Not in a hurry, with a rhythmic rub.

There is no Tai Chi noodle rubbing.

Nor the power of the law, the power of heaven...

The pedestrian formula is that kind of noodle rubbing without rush.

Gentle is like rubbing a bath for your child.

On the dome, it's like an invisible pair of eyes, staring at the gait.

Perhaps a surprising way to cook on foot.

There are top-notch ingredients, powerful kitchenware is not needed...

But cooking by the most ordinary means…

Does the walking formula feel that cooking in a mediocre way is comparable to cooking with the finest ingredients and utensils?

The gait is not moving.

His eyes were full of emotions.

The flour gradually rubbed into a bunch, arms slightly depressed, and the ceramic pots were all slightly rattled.

What is the true cooking dish?

The pedestrian formula used to think that… with the finest ingredients, the finest kitchenware, you can cook the finest delicacies.

But that time, he was wrong.

Perhaps that time, it was because of his lack of strength.

With Pepper's help, he just cooked fake cooking dishes.

A pseudonym, a gap like the Lightyear of the Universe, cannot be bridged at all.

The gap in that step, which took 500 years of light to think about and pursue, could not be surpassed by a penny.

That kind of inner despair, the gait is clear.

And when he ate the dishes of the Chef God.

That dish is cooked with the finest ingredients, the finest cookware.

It is a dish that gathers celestials and cooks.

No pseudo.

But… did not give way to surprises.

Even made him lose a little bit.

Is this the only true culinary dish you can find?

The gait began to question, and he began to reflect.

He thinks maybe his methods are wrong.

Aside from the flourish, cook with the most ordinary ingredients and with the simplest cookware.

Rub the powder into a small ball.

Carefully roll the ball into a piece of skin with a cane.

The other side.

In a regular pottery pot, the recipe mixes all sorts of ingredients together and stirs them up.

Ingredients merge with ingredients.

It was a miraculous chemical reaction, amazing.

Footsteps intoxicate in it.

Simple is true.

This is probably what the recipe is for.

Quietly scoop a spoon of filling and tuck it into the skin.

The pavement carefully wrapped the skin, layered with pleated bags.

The dumplings are wrapped in a walking formula, but the sight is a bit of a tourist experience.

In the eyes of chaos, every drop of light for 500 years appeared in front of him.

Five hundred years, he spent most of his life in it for a pedestrian.

Even on Earth, on the Skydragon continent, in the immortal kitchen world, in the chaotic universe… life is not as long as it has been for 500 years.

And these 500 years, for the pedestrian side, are a precipitation of the mind.

Sometimes he misses his old friends and sometimes the positive mood and attitude he had just stepped into cooking.

When he was little and fearless.

But it was this fearlessness that made him smile slightly.

The dumplings on the stovetop were getting more and more. Soon, they were piled up.

Stop walking.

There is no dumpling skin, and the dumpling filling is finished.

However, he felt that it was only for a moment.

He raised his hand and rubbed his nose.

On his nose, he suddenly appeared a little white.

Load the dumplings, lay the white gauze underneath, and put the dumplings in one by one.

Cover the steam cage on the foot.

Behind the stove are piles of freshly chopped wood.

Just like when a man chopped a piece of wood in the middle of the mountain.

Place the wood in the furnace.

Light the fire.

Boom!

The flames rush into the sky, it's a simple fire.

Nothing flourishes, no energy at all.

The fire sparked, blowing into the furnace, the black smoke spread, and the choking gait coughed several times.

And the fire came out.

There are two pots on the stove and the pots are ordinary.

One pot steamed dumplings, the other cooked other dishes.

Nutrition…

The oil poured into the pan and began to splash.

The pedestrian formula pours the processed ingredients into it.

Boo-hoo!

The white air gusts out, that's the water vapor blew out by the oil juice.

Grab a regular spoon and start frying.

Ingredients begin to turn golden, with fragrances flowing out of the water.

Stir-fry the pan and the ingredients fly in the pan.

After that, scoop out the hot dishes.

Intense aroma, refreshing spleen.

The gait took a deep breath.

It just felt like his heart was melting. He cooked all these years, and for the first time, he had dishes that made him so intoxicated.

Wow.

Place a noodle in the pan.

The surface began to soften and swell in boiling boiling boiling water.

A strip of noodles, very thin.

This face is the dragon noodle that the pedestrian used to cook pot.

Longevity noodles are also known as longevity noodles, and the walking formula feels unknown to want to cook at this moment.

In a cyan bowl, he poured the sauce into it on foot, vinegar, soy sauce, leek blossoms, and so on.

Stay until the dragon beard is boiling.

Scoop the tossed dragon noodles out of the pan and fill them in a bowl.

The gaze of the gaze is a little complicated.

It was as if he remembered his parents cooking for him on his birthday as a child.

There's no birthday cake, just a dragon noodle.

Simple and simple bowl noodles are a blessing that includes parental care for him and wants him to grow up healthy.

Breathe out.

The hands on the scoop of the foot were slightly shaky.

Grunting.

The dumplings in the steamer are ripe.

Remove the steamer from the pan by foot.

It's on the stove.

White gas continues to emerge in the steam cage.

The gait opens the steam cage lid and releases the white air as if it were a dragon.

A white dumpling with hot air.

The dumplings were clipped out one by one, as if they were a bunch of flowers.

Flower center, he formulated the sauce...

In this way, his dishes are finished.

One dumpling, one bowl of longevity noodles, one fried egg, one small stir-fried meat.

Four dishes, simple and simple.

Remove the bluegrass porcelain bowl on foot and scoop a bowl of rice grain crystal clear spray rice.

So…

His dishes are completely cooked.

No gorgeous ingredients, no amazing kitchenware.

Simple, simple, plain and ordinary dish, just a five-hundred-year-old pedestrian drip of awareness and emotion.

The ordinary reveals extraordinary.

This is the final assessment of the cook god in step, the choice made.

Linzhong cabin.

The recipe was taken out and placed on the table.

The table is also brilliant with dishes cooked by the chef.

And when the pedestrian formula put the dishes on, the dishes of the cook's gorgeous glow suddenly faded...

“My cooking is over, please try it. ”

The rice is placed on the table by foot, the spoon, the chopsticks are well erected, and the lane is faded.

The sound haunts the cabin, so confident, so loud.

Final assessment.

A plate of small dishes, a plate of dumplings, a bowl of dragon noodles, and an egg fried.

A bowl of white rice, that's all.