"Big boss, these two both claim to be the descendants of the God Chef, how can we tell which one is real?" asked the second master, Wu Qi.

He has a faint fat powder on his body, dressed as a scholar in white, which is in stark contrast to the stubble and bewitching three masters of pink metasequoia around him.

"Both of you are descendants of the Divine Chef?" asked Chen Xi.

"Yes. The two men spoke in unison.

"Very good. Then stay all. Chen Xi said.

Hearing this, they all stayed, and both men were expressionless, and they couldn't see any mood swings.

The bewitching third master Ba Zao raised his orchid finger to cover his mouth, and the newly grown stubble pierced the hand of the orchid finger, he hissed delicately, and asked the second master in a low voice.

"Seventh sister, did the big boss take the wrong medicine?" how could he be so literate and unsuitable.

The second master secretly pinched his waist, "You want to call me Seventh Brother outside... I guess the big boss wants to combine these two... All of them were accepted as masters. ”

Chen Xi, who was sitting next to the two of them, listened to this conversation with huge connotations, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

These two people also think a lot.

Not to mention that these two men may be mixed into Ji Xiaoxiao's slut who gnaws on stinky socks, let's just say that there is a careful eye next door.

She wants to take it all, and the discount of ten yuan a time is definitely gone.

As a woman who can live, she must not give the next door a chance to sit on the ground and raise the price, she must find out the real ten-dollar store.

"My village is small, I'm afraid I can't accommodate two cooks, so you can compete and win to stay. ”

"I am the eighteenth generation of the Divine Chef. ”

The cold man in ink said.

"In the seventeenth generation of the Lower God Kitchen, Long Ang. The peach-eyed Long Ang said to Chen Xi.

"Huh, a seventeenth generation, an eighteenth generation?" the three masters pointed around the orchid and straightened out the relationship.

"So, you're his ancestor?"

"Not really!" Ji Bumei said with very little expression.

These two men are evenly matched!!

Chen Xi began to realize the challenges of this world.

The few times the demon king poked and flickered, it was a reminder that things were complicated.

Presumably Ji Xiaoxiao, the slut, was beaten by Chen Xi for several worlds in a row, and finally began to reflect on the reason for the failure.

So he imitated the temperament of the little duck, but the little duck has very few expressions, and it is not too difficult to imitate.

Chen Xi smiled slightly.

"Since they all say that they are the descendants of the God of Cooking, it is better to make a stir-fried live chicken by one person. Whoever cooks well stays. "Chen Xi has a problem.

The two men saw a flame of disdain in each other's eyes, and the king's contempt burned in the air.

The third master sighed, "When did our village become so popular?"

There are still people rushing to ask for the grass to fall into the grass?

I saw Long Ang sharpening his knife unhurriedly and commanding the hand-off.

"Take six-month-old chicks, one more day is not enough, and one less day is not good. ”

The thieves were puzzled when they heard this.

Ji Bumei added, "It is better for this chicken to grow up by eating natural medicinal herbs." ”

Everyone nodded their heads one after another, sounding very exquisite.

"Big boss, this..."The person in charge of the ingredients looked at Chen Xi in embarrassment.

Where can a poor village that can't afford to eat, where can I find a chicken that grew up eating medicinal herbs for six months?

Chen Xi waved his fat hand, "Just find two." ”

The two live chickens were found, only to see Long Ang's hand raise the knife and fall, click the knife, and the chicken hanged.

...？

"This method of killing chickens is not the same as our usual ones?" the third master whispered to the second master.

Don't even need to bleboto?

The second master who reads poetry and books doesn't know what this operation is, but only when the kitchen god is passed down to the unique method... Maybe it's extra flavorful?

I saw that the calm man let go of the wings of the headless chicken, and the headless chicken began to run around the house, and blood flowed everywhere...

If it weren't for Long Ang being too calm, the thieves would have thought that this person didn't know how to cook at all...

The expressionless man walked over very naturally, grabbed the headless and jumping chicken, and rudely threw it into the pot of boiling water.

"This...?" the three masters felt that something was wrong?

At the same time, Ji Bumei also did it, with Long Ang's experience of chopping his head and running all over the ground, he looked more professional, he hung the chicken on the roof of the house, fixed it, chopped the head!

There is also a basin underneath.

Different operations, the same facial paralysis, the two men seem to have copied and pasted, and it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

The thieves are silent, the descendants of the kitchen god are really different, and the technique is unique.

There was another clanging sound, and two plates of smoking black dishes were placed in front of Chen Xi.

"That's... Confused, huh?" the three masters swallowed.

Even the layman can see that this color and fragrance don't look good.

"This dish is made with six-month-old chicks cooked by fast hands. Pay attention to speed, the speed of killing chicken must be fast, and the time from production to stir-fry must be controlled within half a cup of tea. ”

Long Ang said that the head is the Tao, which is quite professional.

"Inject a small amount of wine to remove the fishy flavor and add the above good spices to achieve a delicious effect. ”

Ji Bumei explained.

If you don't look at those two miserable dishes, these two really seem to be possessed by the kitchen god.

"What is this talking about?" the third master deliberately rubbed his eyes, trying to make sure if he was wrong.

Isn't it just fried chicken with a paste?

I almost believed it.

Chen Xi stared at the two plates of black charcoal, and had a feeling of being persuaded to retreat by strength.

Remembering that the rewards of my previous missions were readership quotas and points, I don't want to do it this time.

"The leftovers, pass me back to reality, the world has given up. ”

Chen's family motto: Run quickly when the situation is not good, and run if your shoes are off.

[The reward for this mission is... Talk to the Lord God, don't you always want to scare him?]

"Well, give up - wait, what reward?"

Between the beating and the main god of the ancestors that she had greeted countless times in her heart, and between eating these two dark dishes, Chen Xi was deeply entangled.

From an outsider's point of view, the mountain-like and steady boss is fixed there, and his face is solemn.

The third master secretly scolded the second master.

Looking at the expression of the big boss, it seems that he is seriously thinking about which one to taste first... Is this stuff really delicious?"

"What do you know!" the brilliant second master did not smile, "As the saying goes, people can't look good, and the sea can't fight." ”

What if these two dishes, just like the stinky tofu, smell stinky and eat delicious?

Although the reward of beating the main god is too attractive.

Chen Xi couldn't make up his mind to eat this thing a thousand times, and put down his chopsticks.

"I'll give up ——?"

Chen Xi narrowly dodged, and the black chicken flew past her lips.

It turned out that Ji Bumei saw Chen Xi standing there for too long, and directly clamped a black unknown object, the target, Chen Xi's mouth!

Chen Xi could even see the pitch-black and scorched front, as well as the bloodshot side.

The outside is not cooked inside!

Chen Xi narrowly dodged this feeding kill.

After Ji Bumei's feeding failed, he poked it again reluctantly.