The dish presented by Li Quan is a flame potsticker.

And Ichiro Caiba, unexpectedly, ended up with a plate of fried dumplings.

Counting the Chinese fried noodles in the first round, the pancakes and fruits in the second round, and the snacks in this round, the Sapporo Finals revolves around Chinese food, and the inner emotions of the tournament officials at this moment may be extremely complicated.

"Gone—"

Seeing that the two chefs served the dishes one after another, before the judges began to taste, a group of participants left the guest seat.

The lens gives the past.

This group of people, in the picture, are all dressed in black cranes with lin-patterned coats, which are full of traditional and ancient styles, and are more like a kind of eye-catching group costumes.

The number of people is the same as that of Bai Yulou's team, seven people, five special chefs, and two Lin giants.

Dojima Ginji looked at the TV screen with fear.

"This is the eight-sided building team!"

Staring at the ordinary-looking special chef at the head, Dojima Silver said: "This person, called Lin Miao, the head of the 'Five Mysterious Snakes', with my and Joichiro's assessment, he is not weaker than Li Quan at all. ”

"If it weren't for the voluntary withdrawal of Bamianlou, the B region final would definitely be an inextricable battle. ”

Xia Yu was also looking at this group of people curiously.

There is no doubt that the 'Eight Faces Building Participating Group' is essentially a representative of the Chinese dark world.

Outside the Chinese circle, the so-called dark chefs are actually a group of people who use forbidden ingredients and food cells to do improper activities, and the 'Food Club' is one of the representatives, but compared with some extremist organizations, the 'Food Club', which is still a head and face in the world, can be regarded as cherishing feathers, otherwise the event officials would not let their team participate.

And the Chinese dark chef is completely different from those notorious evil chefs in the world.

To put it simply, one is to follow the flow of idealism, and the other is to rely on ingredients and power to destroy.

Over the years, China's dark world has not been a backwater.

According to Zhu Qing, in the early years, there was also a craze in mainland China for food cells, that is, food balin chefs, and many outstanding figures emerged, but the tide makers were too arrogant to anger the dragon head, and they were killed, and the forces that had just gathered collapsed. It is undeniable that from the past to the present, there is also a school of food tyrants in mainland China, but it has turned low-key.

To be honest, if he had the opportunity, Xia Yu didn't mind having a fight with the Chinese Dark Chef and learning a thing or two.

He had a strong premonition.

The exchange in the form of greetings will be coming soon.

Xia Yu was already secretly thinking about what recipe to use to greet the dark world.

After all, speaking of which, a lot of his content belongs to the dark realm.

Kitchen skills, kitchen utensils.

There are also many ancient recipes with personal imprints.

……

The third round of tasting is underway.

The eight-sided building team left early.

The two giants of Baiyulou, Lan Chuhan and Xue Feichen, glanced at each other, helpless to each other.

"Li Quan, this stubborn cow!"

Xue Feichen scolded in a low voice: "Obviously, before starting, I told him again and again, don't use the 'Burst Flame' to avoid the edge!

Lan Chuhan sighed and looked at the judges' seat.

At this time, Li Quanzheng looked expectantly at the five judges who had already tasted his 'flame potstickers'.

But Li Quan's heart is gradually sinking.

The faces of the five judges have never been waved, and even if they swallow most of the potstickers in one bite, the reaction is as flat as water.

Li Han stopped playing mobile games, and when he looked up, his eyes were full of complexity.

"Downright ...... Lost!"

clenched his fists, and a wave of unwillingness burst out in his eyes, but thinking of the kind of "meaning" that is called lonely, Li Han was spitting in fear in his heart, and when he went to see the uncle again, there was only admiration and emotion in his eyes.

"Uncle Quan, I'll obey you!"

Shout out loud and give a thumbs up to the chef on the stage.

Hearing the sound, Li Quan looked over, and there was only bitterness on his face.

Li Han understood the thousand words in this bitter expression.

This is not a private fight, but an international competition stage, Li's uncle and nephew are all in battle, but they both lose in the "bursting" dishes, at this time, the Chinese food industry, it is estimated that a storm is brewing.

In any case, Lee's gains in the Sapporo event are probably only negative energy.

"No way!"

"It doesn't impress me at all!"

"Not enough!

The five judges put down their chopsticks one after another.

"So, try my fried dumplings—" Ichiro Chinami stepped forward.

This man, in international competitions, is still wearing a black close-fitting undershirt, not wearing a chef's uniform, only a big apron, and his long red hair makes him look mature and charming.

"Fried dumplings?"

Andrea supported her cheek with one hand, looking sluggish, like a terminal anorexia patient. She swept towards Caiba Chengichiro's fried dumplings, her eyes were cold, and her words were full of unkindness: "If you still prefer to use 'fire' to cook, dishes with 'fire' as the soul, don't eat it, I will abstain from this vote!"

Luther, an authority on IGO research, wiped the oil on his lips with a white handkerchief, and didn't seem to be going to taste it.

Hearing this, on and off the stage, the chefs who understood the meaning of Andrea's words all had complicated faces.

Oh, yes!

The "Xia's Seven Kingdoms Unified Fried Noodles" is in front of the jade, and the road has been cut off, and the dishes with "flame" as the core in the subsequent rounds will definitely fall into the abyss.

"Eat it and reveal it!"

Ichiro Caiba said lightly.

"That'...... Let's eat!"

Adelaide picks up chopsticks and picks up the fried dumplings.

Pot stickers and fried dumplings, although they are all stuffed with skin, are very different in appearance and cooking methods.

Sniffing the taste, Adelaide's eyes flashed, he opened his mouth, and swallowed the delicate and small fried dumplings whole in one bite!

"Gross!"

There was a violent earthquake, and the tables and chairs were ringing.

The audience stared blankly at the hands on their necks, like a drowning and dying British youth, all with a bewildered face.

Dry cough, retching!

But Adelaide is holding the fried dumplings in his mouth, even if his face is purple and his hands are holding his neck and he can't breathe, he is still chewing, his saliva is uncontrollable, and he is like raindrops!

"Ho, ho, ho—"

Finally, swallowing the food, Adelaide collapsed limply in her chair as if she had lost her strength.

Witness the scene.

"I'll taste it too!"

Shinichiro Furukawa, the chief judge, also held chopsticks and put a fried dumpling into his mouth.

Rumble!

Although mentally prepared, Furukawa Shinichiro was still shocked, as if encountering a snake and scorpion, he stood up on the ground, and his chopsticks fell to the ground.

"Shura, Shura!"

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and Shinichiro Furukawa shouted unconsciously.

Stara also stuffed fried dumplings into his mouth at some point, and pressed the iron mask that was about to fall off his face with the palm of his hand, and said in a low voice, "...... It was as if a palm had broken through the stomach pouch, pierced through my esophagus, reached my mouth, and stretched my mouth open...... Irresistible violence!"

Shhh

What is the name of a lonely widow, what kind of emperor's high-flying food memory was shattered by a ghost hand with a punch!

The forbidden appetite suddenly tore open a gap.

"Rough, direct food!"

"Shura......"

"Is this your culinary aesthetic?"

Soon, the five judges came back to their senses, and they all stared at Ichiro Caiba with horror on their faces.

"Poor hospitality—"

The man with the name of Shura just smiled faintly.

Seeing this, Dojima Silver in the background slapped his thigh.

"This guy, I'm going to fight with you!"

He glanced at Xia Yu and said, "Joichiro, I actually hate myself for being a righteous person." If he hadn't hated it and let it go, he would have been a chef Lin a long time ago, not a half-person like he is now. ”

"In order to play against you in the air, he finally showed his hole cards. You're proud of yourself!"