I, Yan Ye, want to marry Shichen’s daughter

Of course, this theory of food fortune is only knowledge that exists at the upper level. As long as the people below know that the position of the god of cook is very good [bee——], becoming the god of cook means that you can’t think of prosperity and wealth, and you can’t eat delicious food. , That's the beauties who can't sleep.

Maybe it’s nothing to do. You Yuko picked up the pen first and said to the camera: "Even though the ecstasy rice is delicious, but I don’t like the feeling of sadness, um, let the Buddha jump over the wall."

As soon as You Youzi said these words, Yan Ye's face suddenly turned dark. It was not that he wanted You Youzi to vote for him. In fact, it was him who made You Youzi vote according to his tongue anyway.I thought You Yuzi had replaced the original Mengda Wu with a long sleeve to change the final voting results, but unexpectedly she still voted for the Buddha to jump the wall.

It’s normal for Yuyuko to look down on his own ramen. After all, to eat ramen is nothing more than the word "satisfaction." But for Yuyuko, a heroic body, there is no concept of fullness at all, so what? Can you taste the essence of this bowl of ramen?This is like cooking a cup of boiled cabbage, but encountering a diners with a severely degraded taste. No matter how delicious you cook, it may not be as good as a heavy salted and spicy fried chili. Come to please people.

But sadly lost to the Buddha Jumping the Wall, this is a bit unbelievable, I thought it was a past life.

However, if you contacted You Yuzi, he sighed again. This is probably the disadvantage of extreme emotion, right?Extreme, it also means narrowing the road, like handing a bowl of salty tofu brains to the sweet party, or throwing the tear-gas drama to the audience who only watched Fei Meng, although you only need to make delicious enough , The other party has to say something really fragrant, but if they come up with a dish of the same level or even the next level that meets their appetite, the other party will choose another one after all.

(Just like the author himself, he belongs to the kind of extreme dislike of tragedy. Clannad, Angel Beats, Madoka and the like are magical works, but I still prefer Fei Meng in comparison, even if the depth and plot are poor. Far away, but if I want to say I like it, I would rather watch Gastrodia, Dragon Maid, Waste Angel... After all, I hate tragedy.)

"The sadness of the ecstasy rice is indeed shocking, and the ramen is also unstoppable, but in terms of taste alone, I still like this cup of Buddha jumping over the wall." Ou Zhaofeng is a relatively old-fashioned chef. After thinking about it for a long time, he voted for Tang Niu. One ticket.

"As a chef, I still think this bowl of Desolate Ecstasy Rice is more rare. I vote for Desolate Ecstasy Rice." Xinyueman hesitated between Desolate Ecstasy Rice and Ramen, and then made a choice.

"Lao Na also thinks that the originality of the chef is more important. This Buddha jumps over the wall. Lao Na knows that he can do exactly the same thing, and there are no fewer than forty people even better than it, but only Zhou benefactor can make this bowl of barbecued pork rice. I vote for barbecued pork rice."

The judges are slowly voting. Sadly, there are already five votes before the ecstasy, Buddha jumped the wall and got four votes, and Yan Ye’s full ramen also got two votes from G7, perhaps for the two oldest g7 For members, the satisfaction of eating after being hungry is even more novel, right?

Only Xue Jiayan and Meng Dawu who have not voted on the field are left. If the Princess Wei is really hesitating, then Meng Dawu just thinks that he can vote at the final moment of the final decision. More gimmicks, which will bring more benefits to his business path, right?

Xue Jiayan took his card and tried to write Steven Zhou’s name several times, but stopped before writing. Before the start of the God of Cookery Contest, he was trapped by a professional sparrow by Meng Dawu and owed a sky-high debt. Her husband was tragically jumped by an immortal again, and even her son was dragged into the underworld. These many handles made it impossible for her to be faithful to her tongue.

Tang Niu...

Xue Jiayan wrote down this name. At this moment, she only felt that something had left her on her body. She understood that her life in the food world was over.

Now Yan Ye and Xin Yueying, who crashed four cars in a row, are destined to be out. Only Stephen Zhou and Tang Niu, who each received five votes, are waiting for the arrival of the final vote.

At this moment, the off-site spectators are all waiting with bated breath, but at the scene, everyone already knows that there is no suspense.

After all, Tang Niu's name was written on the card by Meng Dawu, who felt that the time was about to come, but at this moment, food fortune was gone!

ps: Regarding the flying dragons I mentioned before, the so-called heavenly dragon meat and underground donkey meat, the dragon here refers to flying dragons, or hazel chickens. This thing is a national second-level protected animal. Although it can be raised in captivity now, The protection level has not been removed. Under normal circumstances, it should be impossible to eat. Of course, anyone who wants to have a way to eat can secretly tell me, of course, if it is legal.

Chapter 317 Food and Transport Plus Body

It is not right to say that it is a runaway, because this is normal. After the names of the 13 judges have been written, as the last part of the ceremony of the God of Cookery Contest, it began.

All the food and luck attached to the players were separated (the little brother who had been with them was still there), and then went crazy toward the thirteen votes stacked by Luo Tianyi.

The ballots made of unknown material slowly melted under the impact of food transport, but the seemingly endless food transport was still digging inside.

Everyone was not surprised by the scene in front of them, even Meng Dawu only felt that it was a performance effect with special effects.

More and more food transported into the gold liquid that the ballots turned into, and began to slowly develop from a pool of liquid to a human form.

Food transportation itself has no shape, or in other words, food transportation has different images in different people's observations.

Some people see a silhouette of a human figure, some people see a ball of flames, and some people can only feel a faint breeze.

When the density of food transportation is sufficient, they are given a true image, but the source of this image is not their own decision, but from the "gourmet energy" they get.

The so-called gourmet energy is actually not a kind of real energy, but similar to the power of existence. It is a conceptual thing. Everything in the world has a corresponding gourmet energy, not just the ingredients, even the sand is the same. , But relatively few.

The process of eating can make the food energy in the food separate from itself and activate, so that it can be absorbed by food transportation, so as long as it is a creature that needs to eat, there will be more or less food transportation around.

This is also the reason why gourmets and chefs are favored by food luck. Food hunters are because they have the ability to obtain prey with sufficient gourmet energy, while chefs can increase gourmet energy exponentially through matching and cooking.

However, the chef will inject his own emotion, will, and obsession in the cooking process, and the food luck that has absorbed such processed food energy will also move closer to the chef's obsession in a short time.

And this last step is to compete with each other for the food luck that has obtained the spirit of different chefs, and finally integrate all these spirits and wills to form an inherent form.

But Meng Dawu obviously doesn't understand this. In his opinion, Tang Niu is already the God of Cookery. Next, he waits for the closing ceremony to be over, and then he can make money with the God of Cookery's gimmick.

But Tang Niu himself knows very well that the so-called God of Cookery Contest is not the winner, but the food fortune that is in the making. When the shape of the food fortune is truly formed, the formed posture will be the Central Plains for the next four years. God of Cookery.

Taking food fortune as the god and feeding it with incense can make the Central Plains food fortune flourish.

Otherwise, how can one be called the God of Cookery just by being a human?

"I have twice the food luck of others, it must be me! It must be me! Twice! One life for another life wins!" Tang Niu's eyes fixed on the statue that already has a few humanoids. , His eyes burned, as if to spew out fire.

In contrast, Yan Ye seemed very calm. Anyway, he came to accompany the prince to study, as long as he quietly waited for the cg to end, and then took the dividend.

But at this moment, anomalies suddenly occurred.

The entire battlefield trembles.

"Earthquake? No, there was absolutely no such thing in the God of Cookery Contest in the last life!" Yan Ye was shocked, afraid that it was the butterfly effect brought by his participation?

But I did nothing?Why did it cause an earthquake?

Yan Ye wanted to return, but didn't have the brains to ask, she still waited and watched quietly, but in private, she was startled to refine her magic power, ready to start magic engraving and run away at any time.

The shock became more intense, but the faces of the two veterans of Master Abbot and Ou Zhaofeng were not panic, but surprise. Seeing their expressions, Yan Ye's heart felt a little more peaceful, but at this moment, she suddenly realized that there was something. Drilling out of the ground...

No, not underground, but those marks!

As a facility that has existed since the ancient Xianwu era, it is covered with imprints left by countless chefs, depressions on the floor, knife marks on the stone platform, and black marks sintered by fireworks. The mark left by the most outstanding chef of the Central Plains, at this moment, seems to be hatching something.

It didn't take long before the answer was revealed.

A series of strange powers resembling ghosts escaped from the mark, and then slammed into the statue that was about to take shape.

"Unexpectedly aroused the food fortune left by the previous chefs in the battlefield?"

With thoughts together, Yan Ye knew where the surprise on Master Abbot's face came from.

It actually inspired the food fortune of the previous generation of chefs, which means that the God of Cookery Competition is no longer just a struggle for food fortune of six chefs, but includes all the chefs who have cooked in the battlefield since the establishment of the battlefield. God of Cookery!

This means that the God of Cookery will be stronger than ever before, so powerful that any chef who has ever fought in this battlefield will get a lot of benefits, and Ou Zhaofeng and the abbot happen to have been in the battlefield of Hong Kong City. Have been cooked in.

However, it's just that the chefs who have left a mark here in the past can get benefits, so how much benefit can the six...well, five chefs as the main provider of the God of Cookery?

Yan Ye didn't know, but he was looking forward to it, because he was sure that this change was definitely caused by him!

After all, this didn't happen at all in the previous life, it's just that God of Cookery became a double-knife turkey beauty after retouching the picture.

The shaking became more and more intense, and new food was constantly flowing into the statue. The statue that was originally only a fist began to grow wildly, 20cm, 30cm, 40cm...

In the end, he reached a full height of half a meter before finally stopping.

The statue that had initially had a human shape began to become more refined, delicate Hanfu skirts began to appear on the body, obvious hairstyles began to appear on the head, and the facial features gradually became clear, and even began to show expressions.

Then, at the moment when the idols were formed, a strong light suddenly flashed, and the golden light rushed straight into the sky, like an arrow shooting the moon, piercing the night sky, and after a while, it was like a waterfall of golden light, hitting the center of the battlefield. Above the platform.