Gourmet of Another World

Simple and simple dish.

Mediocre and ordinary, but mediocre and extraordinary.

To be able to suppress the dishes on the table and even say that they don't look dim!

It's a gourmet dish made from the finest ingredients in the heavens and the earth and the most precious utensils.

With ordinary dishes, it's like a day, a ground...

Step up your hand and make a gesture, please.

After that.

In the void, a little white light began to converge at a rapid rate, and soon a figure emerged.

The figure fell on the table and sat on the chair.

The shadow, very blurry, is exactly like the shadow you saw on foot in the dark.

Exactly the cook god.

The cook god didn't speak, he showed up this time, he was just responsible for the exam, so he didn't speak.

The pedestrian also pulls the chair open, sits down and looks faintly.

He didn't give a shit about this life-and-death test, not even a little nervous.

It's amazing how calm and accommodating it is inside.

This is the final exam.

But it's more calm than the first exam.

Or maybe that's a change in mentality.

The cook grabbed the chopsticks.

Hazy, foggy head, can't see the face.

Chopsticks fell and clamped a dumpling.

Steamed dumplings emit hot air, the dumplings are crystal clear, and in the light, they reflect the dumpling filling inside.

Very plain dumplings.

From the outside, you can't see anything strange.

The cook opened his mouth and bit a dumpling.

With a bite, the hot air slides out like silk and spreads into the air.

The dumpling filling is delicious, the spiritual cabbage is full of moisture and the meat filling is chewy.

But……

None of this matters.

After biting the dumplings, the cook stood still.

A long time later.

It was the sigh that sighed.

Dumplings stain with sauce, inlet, more fragrant.

A plate of dumplings, nine dumplings, one bite at a time by the cook god, I actually ate them all.

The mediocre dish actually kept him out of his control and completely stuck it in his mouth.

This feeling…

He hasn't felt it in years?

Finished dumplings.

The chef's eyes fell on the dragon's beard.

A lovely fried egg sits on the surface of the dragon beard.

Uncover the fried eggs and the warm fragrance pours out.

Dragon noodle soup is incredibly clean.

Sneaky.

The cook took a sip of soup juice.

The infiltration is a strange smell.

There is nothing stunning about the taste, and the ingredients are just simple and ordinary ingredients.

But blending together… gave birth to a flavor that he could not speak of.

This taste seems to melt his heart.

Walk in the chair and watch quietly.

Didn't interrupt Chef God's taste of food.

After a deep sip of soup, the cook exhaled.

In this breath, how tired and how much you miss...

The gaze of the gaze of the gait is microscopic.

Chef God is also a storyteller.

A mouthful of dragon noodles and a soft, wet taste make the chef nod.

He was buried in his head, eating noodles, eating eggs and being so quiet that he could only snort when eating.

Suddenly.

The gait was stunned.

Because he saw a little golden crystalline teardrop, dripping down from the misty head of the cook god.

Tap and fall into the dragon noodle soup, causing the soup to spill in a circle.

The pedestrian gagged and did not speak.

Perhaps the Chef God has already felt...

The cook raised his hand and held his forehead, sighing as he ate the noodles.

In that position, helpless and sour.

Though he is expensive as a cook god, supreme being, it gives the feeling of walking, the latter being as if he were a mortal person and a simple man.

Dragon noodles are also eaten.

There is no soup left, only one leek sticks to the bowl.

The cook gently lowered the bowl.

He picked up the white rice.

Pickled a bite of rice, rounded rice grains, fresh rice aromas, eaten in the entrance, chewed and even sweet.

A small piece of stir-fried meat was clamped in a thin, even slice of pork.

A meat entrance, the chef's hand holding the chopsticks seemed to be shaking.

Each dish contains emotions, which are the result of five hundred years of human life on foot.

A variety of emotions are integrated into it.

Such dishes are perhaps more attractive than simply dishes prepared with the finest ingredients.

See the rice and finish the stir-fried meat.

Four simple dishes, all eaten clean.

However, the dish on the table left only a bleak light.

Not so bright anymore.

The cook leaned against the chair, the gait did not speak, and looked at him quietly.

The result of this last test is unclear.

Chef God doesn't know what he's thinking.

Chef God gives the feeling of walking, as if a normal person had flesh and blood.

The latter looked at the dome of heaven, and the gaze of distraction could be felt on foot, looking at the sky.

That look, it's a story.

A long time later.

The cook raised his hand and swept it away.

The dishes on the table are gone.

“It's really a perfect table. ”

Chef Shinto.

His voice, it seems, has become quite dull at this moment.

“Loving dishes are really charming, but this road is hard to walk...”

The chef's eyes finally fell on the walking squares.

The gait nodded.

“If there is love in heaven, if there is love, it will age with age… I have seen through 500 years. ”

“It's like a rule that can't be broken. ”

The cook stands up and bears his hand: “I just want to ask you one last time... are you sure you want to go this way? ”

The pedestrian also stood up, carrying his hand, and the two stood in front of the door of the cabin in the woods, looking out into the wilderness.

“I can't be heartless, there's no turning back. ”

Silent for a long time.

The cooking god revealed a laugh.

“Congratulations, you passed the final exam… your dish, very charming, emotional. ”

“I didn't know this feeling before, I thought that ruthlessness would last forever, but I couldn't do true ruthlessness, causing red dust all over me, and eventually being silenced in the stars...”

“I hope you don't step into my back dust, maybe you don't need my inheritance anymore... but I have to tell you, having feelings isn't so good, so I'll give you a way back. ”

Chef Shinto.

Buzz...

Everything in the woods is starting to change.

The environment is collapsing.

After…

Everything around me is dark as ink.

Turned into a darkness that could not reach five fingers.

Walking gaze.

He knew that everything just now was not real, but that feeling was as real...

It's a culinary god, a great achievement.

Buzz...

A little light flashes.

White light, like a star, blooms in the night sky.

The next moment, the white light became brighter and brighter, and a sacred lotus flower floated in front of the gait.

“This is Lotus Forget, if you want to take a step back, you can eat it and it will make you forget all your emotions. ”

The voice of the cook became distant.

After…

A golden book slowly emerged.

It's a recipe for cooking.

However, unlike previous leftover recipes, this recipe is… complete.

It has the breath of the highest avenue, and the shocking walking heart is beating with no quarrel.

Is this the inheritance of the cook god?

Cooking recipe...

“This is the final inheritance, the inheritance of the cook recipe… However, the recipe is ruthless, if you truly inherit… you must erase all emotions and forget, or you will be torn apart by the power of the cook recipe. ”

The voice of the cook, far and away.

The gaze in the gaze of the gait.

The culinary god is truly walking heartless. Although heartless, he is still heartless.

Therefore, in order to inherit the culinary heritage, you also need to choose ruthlessly.

The gait hesitated.

He pursued the path of the Chef God, and now he is almost at the end of the line, just one step away from the door.

At the end of the ruthless path is the recipe for cooking.

Just choose to accept and become a new generation of chef gods.

And on the other end, he walked out of love, but love was full of mist, too much unknown.

On the one hand is the way of the former, and on the other is the way of his own.

Which one?

It's really a tough choice.

How do you choose?

There was some hesitation and contemplation in the gait.

A forgetful Lotus blooms quietly in the darkness.

Beautiful and irresistible.

Just a glance, as if God would be sucked away completely.

Kihonko once said that forgetting Lotus could help him stop a disaster.

Is that what you're saying?

If you choose the path of the Chef God, you will not be silenced, and this will be a disaster blocker.

But… if you choose to be affectionate, you are likely to die of old age on the road.

You can't even reach the end of your life to find a true loving cook.

White to forget Lotus, white to forget all the troubles.

Holy as the purest of heaven and earth.

Eat Love Lotus, you can chop seven love, break six desires... save countless hard repairs.

How do you choose?

The pedestrian did not make an immediate decision and sat on his knees.

The cook god gradually dissipated into white light.

Disappeared between heaven and earth.

The gait gazes at the Lotus Lotus and Chef's recipe...

Sit dead.

A long time later.

The gait raised its head.

His eyes grew steadfast.

Eventually, raise your hand.

A flame of fire appeared.

The flame floats, covering the Lotus Forgotten and the Culinary Recipe...

Hot flames roll, burning Lotus and the cooking recipe into nothingness...

“I'm on foot, no need to back off. ”

“Ha-ha-ha! ”

The heavens and the earth haunt the laughter of the cook god.

There was a little loneliness in the laughter.

The Hundred Worlds host, in the end, exchanged for a host who sought love.

Perhaps all of this… is true fate.

“I hope you… will not regret today's choice! ”

Chef Shinto.

“Now that you have chosen to have feelings, help yourself and hope that you can truly reach the highest peak! ”

The cook smiled.

White lights slowly emerge, spreading toward the gait.

Like a hazy fog, wrapped around the body of a walking formula...

Stand quietly on foot.

The corner of the mouth was slightly pulled.

“The best?”

“Perhaps the kitchen is not the highest, only higher...”

Boom!

More and more white light points...

Finally!

The white light in front of the gait is abundant.

……

Blurred eyes opened and lashes trembled.

White snowflakes fall from the sky...

It falls on his face and feels cold… blends into his skin.

Is he... alive?