The beauty collector of halberd

"Have you heard, Jiuga, the assistant chef of Hojo Tower, is having a cooking showdown with others!"

"What? Does anyone dare to challenge my assistant chef for a long time?"

"It seems to be a child of sixteen or seventeen"

"You can smell the scent from a long distance away. Go and go to the Beitiao Tower."

When the voice fell, the group of people walked toward the Bei Tiao Building, which is located in the center of Chinatown.

However, no one spotted Miyoko Hojo standing under the eaves. The latter was wearing a red cheongsam, carrying a plastic bag full of ingredients, and a shocked expression on her pretty face.

he came?

Is he going to have a cooking showdown with Kuga Dozen?!

Cang Dang.

The plastic bag fell on the ground, and the ingredients inside were scattered all over the place, but Miyoko Hojo forgot about the "four three seven" and ran towards Hojo Tower.

Why are you still so reckless, can you not be foolish!

Although I also hate Jiu Wo Tang Shan, his cooking skills are in Chinatown, but he belongs to the top ranks!

Lin Feng, did you forget what I said to you last night?

Bastard, if you dare to lose, I want you to look good!

For a while, all sorts of distracting thoughts came to mind, Miyoko Hojo's slightly heroic face, frowned eyebrows, and worried.

Not only was Miyoko Hojo worrisome, but even Hitoshi Hojo, who was sitting in the judging seat, looked at Kuga Dozen who was cooking, and his face became more and more shocked.

Holding a knife in his right hand, hung his wrist and cut it. In an instant, the tofu placed on the chopping board was cut into tofu pieces of uniform size by Jiu Wo Tangshan.

However, this is only the beginning, and the following ingredients are cut and matched, which really stunned Hojo Ninchi.

"When" Hojo Hitoshi whispered softly.

At this moment, Kugado is good, and his cooking skills, knife skills, and all aspects are several levels higher than Hojo Ninchi.

The original China Gemini, now it seems that Hojo Hitoshi can no longer compete with Kugadou Zen, but is crushed by the latter.

Subconsciously, Hojo Hitoshi looked towards his right hand, and the slightly invisible scar on it was the culprit for his inability to progress in cooking.

Just when Hojo Hitoshi thought that Lin Feng wanted to win, there was a commotion in the crowd again.

"My God, what kind of kitchen knife is that?"

"It looks like a dagger, but also like a fish knife, no, how can there be such a uniquely shaped kitchen knife?"

"Look, that kid is going to cut and serve tofu!"

"Even if the kitchen knife has some avenues, it is impossible for my assistant chef to win for a long time!"

Seeing Lin Feng holding Shenyue in his hand about to cut the tofu on the chopping board, everyone present was attracted by Shenyue in his hand.

At this moment, Jiu Wo Zhaoji, who was sitting in the judging seat, suddenly changed his face, and it was the weird kitchen knife again.

In an instant, everyone present had their pupils distracted and fell into a state of absent-mindedness.

The illusion brought by Shenyue reappeared in everyone's minds. Everyone who finally recovered, when they looked at Lin Feng again, they were either panting, or their eyes gradually became solemn.

"call"

"Huhu"

Sweat beads were secreted on his forehead, and her white cheeks flushed from the strenuous exercise, but Miyoko Hojo did not stop.

With a heavy gasp, Miyoko Hojo finally reached the Hojo Tower, and then walked into the hall without stopping at all.

Bastard, don't fall into the trap, otherwise

I thought to myself that when Miyoko Hojo saw Lin Feng standing in the middle of the field, Meisou was suddenly attracted by him.

If my good swordsman for a long time seemed to be painting a picture to everyone, then what Lin Feng showed at this moment was like a unique performance.

The silver light flicked through the air, fell straight on the tofu, and cut it down without stopping, and the sound of colliding with the chopping board was like playing a wonderful concert.

Bang bang bang

The frequency of the collision between the blade and the chopping board is getting faster and faster, and the sound it makes is also increasing, as if the performance has entered a climax.

The expressions on the faces of the onlookers also changed with the sound that came, sometimes frowning, sometimes stretching out, completely immersed in Lin Feng's concert...

Finally, when all the ingredients were completely cut and matched and the sound disappeared, everyone recovered from their intoxication.

The diners who had clamored for Lin Feng's inability before, looked at Lin Feng again, and became seriously jealous.

"This kid turned out to be hiding his strength!"

"It seems that no one can be underestimated in the future."

"He actually pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger"

That's right, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

In an instant, everyone felt like they were deceived by Lin Feng. They obviously had such a great strength.

Lin Feng, who was immersed in cooking, naturally did not hear what everyone said, otherwise he would definitely shout wronged.

Obviously, it is your wishful thinking that my cooking will not win for a long time, and I am good. How come you suddenly said that I deceived you and pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger?

At the same time, Miyoko Hojo, who was standing at the door, stretched out her frown and let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the chain was not dropped at the critical moment, otherwise if you lose, you will feel better!

I remember that I didn’t say last night that I wanted him to come to Hojo Tower today, could it?

"What are you thinking about?"

The familiar voice interrupted Miyoko Hojo's thoughts, and a well-maintained right hand was placed on the opponent's shoulder.

Miyoko Hojo hurriedly turned around and saw that it was Yamato Ryoko, and smiled and said, "Mom, are you back?"

"Ok."

Yamato Ryoko reached out and touched Miyoko Hojo's head, eyes full of doting, and slowly said, "I lost weight recently."

Hearing that, Miyoko Hojo did not answer, but lowered her head, with an inexplicable sadness on her face.