A halberd without cheers and discussions went straight to the most gripping finale.

"Pop ......"

The old man, Xia Qing, holding a clean rag in his hand, kept carrying out the bamboo tube that had been roasted for a long time from the baking net.

Bamboo tubes fall on large plates, like sugar cane, stacked one by one, and there is no chic arrangement.

A certain bamboo tube was placed on the plate, and suddenly it shook and made a pleasant sound, apparently because of too much fire in the past hour, the bamboo was roasted dry, and cracks began to bloom on the surface that were visible to the naked eye.

In this way, all the bamboo tubes of this large plate were put on the judging table.

"Enjoy, everyone—"

Xia Qing said.

Behind the table, the five judges who had already taken off their hoods to reveal their true faces all looked up slightly at the burly Xia Qing, with expressions of indifference or kindness.

Yan Qi was the friendliest of the five, with a smile in his eyes.

The old man of the Wei clan showed undisguised hostility, and his eyes were cold.

He and Huang He, who were originally the Dragon Venerables of the White Jade Tower, had to stand on the same front, that is, in the same camp no matter what. Even if it wasn't for what happened ten years ago, the Wei clan would have cast such a cold gaze on the guy who dared to provoke the majesty of Bai Yulou.

Lan Lao and Li Lao belong to the neutral faction and have flat expressions.

The most incomprehensible thing is the leader of the Chinese world in the center, his eyes are always looking at Xia Qing, there is neither hostile indifference nor kindness, it is as deep as an ancient well and a deep pool, calm and waveless.

No one responded to Xia Qing, and the scene was a little embarrassing for a while.

"Old man!"

Xia Yu subconsciously clenched his fists, and there was a trace of sweat in his palms.

Ding-bell!

The crisp sound of the hook falling to the ground.

Everyone followed the sound, and saw the yellow crane with a rickety body that looked like a weak wind, wearing heat-insulating gloves, and took out the heavy roasted whole crane directly from the fireplace and slammed it on the kitchen counter.

The platform was covered with a layer of lotus leaves early, and the yellow crane grabbed a sharp knife, and with a wave of his hand, the knife light pounced on the lower abdomen of the roasted crane, so the open mouth that had been sewn by the sheep intestine thread was neatly cut by the sharp blade.

But this time it was different, the blade swung away, and within a second, there was a smell like a smoke bomb hissing, covering the entire lobby in an instant.

The auditorium, which had been silent for 2 hours, was silent for 2 hours, and finally there was a commotion.

"What a delicate taste!"

Xia Yu's face was shocked by the smell of thick mist.

Yes, slender.

Just like the hands that Xia Yu saw before, jade and fine.

How to describe it, roasting meat over a fierce fire, from the perspective of heat, whether it is the taste of the crane meat itself, or the smell of firewood, it has nothing to do with "exquisite".

Roasting should correspond to the primitive and bold style of painting, because it is the most direct way to cook with flame.

Even if you don't talk about the heat, from the perspective of ingredients, Xia Yu and the audience in front of them are not blind, and their memory is good, so they naturally remember that the yellow crane poured a lot of fresh crane blood into the crane's belly......

The blood itself carries a fishy smell, right?

And the fishy smell has nothing to do with "exquisite", "delicate" or something, and it has nothing to do with it!

The smell is like a smoke bomb, released ferociously and goes quickly.

When Xia Yu woke up slightly, and once again cast his gaze at the roasted whole crane on the lotus leaf on the table, his pupils shrank suddenly.

A snow-white crane is standing on the table, surrounded by mist, like a fairyland.

"Hasn't this crane been slaughtered......

I couldn't help but rub my eyes.

The picture is gone, and all you can see is some bright red rice balls.

The yellow crane took a wooden spoon, a clump, and dug out the crimson rice grains from the crane's belly buckle, these rice, the grains are distinct, and the grains are like blood essence stones, and the surface is flowing with terrifying flashes.

The accumulation of these blood-soaked red rice is crystal clear, like a carnival of artistic treasures, which makes people dizzy to watch.

"Ahh

Zhu Qing covered his mouth with his hands and whispered, "I saw it again!"

"Yes, I saw it again!"

Xia Yu was shocked inexplicably.

The crane reappeared, but this time it was on the glass rice bowl held by the yellow crane in both hands, dancing, and the aura was terrifying.

Suddenly, the crane stopped, its wings folded, and its eyes stared at the audience faintly, and the pair of red eyes that seemed to be dotted with vermilion lacquer gave people the feeling that they were those precious rice grains.

"Xia Qing, let me come first-"

Huang He put the glass rice bowl on the judging table, and the face was finally no longer expressionless, with a hint of ridicule, "Isn't there a popular saying in the Dongying world...... If you go first, you will lose......"

"Yes, if you go first, you will lose. ”

The old man Xia Qing nodded, and just let go.

Seeing Xia Qing so crisp, Huang He was slightly surprised, but this trace of surprise was quickly broken by self-confidence. The Dragon Venerable of the White Jade Tower bowed his head and said, "I appreciate your momentum and courage. ”

Subconsciously put on a high-minded posture.

"I remember, ten years ago, you went abroad to avoid it, and at most the culinary skills of Lin Road came to an end, and in the past ten years, you have broken through to the dragon level overseas, and you are too lucky, you should be safe in the corner of the country, maybe the Xia family can still be a mountain king in the corner, why do you come back to stir up the storm?"

Huang He said lightly.

"I, unlike the three old guys you defeated before, was a dragon more than ten years ago. ”

"I know. Xia Qing replied.

"Heh, it seems that you are also mentally prepared for defeat. Huang He sneered lightly, "Can you afford the defeated halberd agreement?" In this way, I will give you the opportunity to take the initiative to abstain and give up leaving the Loulin ship here, I will treat this halberd as if this halberd was never carried out, we ended in a draw, and there will be no gossip in the Chinese world." ”

"And then ......"

Huang He's eyes cooled slightly, "Retreat overseas, don't come back, and be a mountain king in the Dongying realm with peace of mind." ”

Xia Qing shook his head, "Is enough of that?"

"Let's serve—"

His answer was so succinct.

Huang He sneered, "Since that's the case......"

Five small bowls were placed on the table, and each bowl was served with a spoon.

Yan Qi had just been listening to the two of them exchanging words, and at this time, the first one picked up the chopsticks, his eyebrows furrowed, and picked up a ball of blood-colored rice grains cooked in the crane's belly.

In his slightly sinking gaze, the shadow of a small crane appeared inside these grains of rice.

It's as if in every grain of rice, a crane is imprisoned.

It's just a lump of mouthfuls, and on the chopsticks, it gives people a strange feeling of weighing more than a thousand catties. Yan Qi's palm holding chopsticks shook slightly.

"Ten Thousand Cranes!"

There was a deep voice on the side.

Lan Lao, Li Lao, and Wei Lao were also sucked tightly by the rice balls on the chopsticks.

"Lights—"

The leader of the Chinese world in the center suddenly shouted.

Syllable!

A second or two later, a pillar of light descended over the lobby and landed straight on the glass basin in Huang He's hands.

Cranes dance!

The food picture that erupted in an instant was like kicking over the crane's nest.

"Hallucinations?"

Xia Yu rubbed his eyes and watched the picture fade in horror.

There was a pang of gasp on his side.

Zhu Qing collapsed in the chair as if he was paralyzed, his smooth forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his small mouth kept opening and closing, his breath was exhaled, and his delicate jade face was full of shyness and horror. In Zhu Qing's head, thousands of cranes just spread their wings and swooped towards her, forming a white wave tearing her clothes, as if it had really happened. She curled up in her chair and wrapped her arms around herself.

Xia Yu opened his mouth and was about to ask, but his face suddenly changed at this time.

Zhu Qing closed his eyes, all the shyness and frightening disappeared, and his face gradually became serene.

in the broadcast screen.

The old man Xia Qing opened the "lid" of a bamboo tube on the top floor.

Rice grains are exposed to the air.

At the same time, the artistic conception of the food given by a dragon chef is also pouring out at this moment.

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