The next night, Feng Xue quickly completed the repetitive tasks of the day, I have to say, the two-dimensional world is really unreasonable, there are all kinds of strange things, these so-called "deep muscle university" muscle brothers are expensive just by seeing with their eyes, it will make people chrysanthemum tight. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, after hastily settling her dinner, Feng Xue did not go to Marui Zenji's room according to the custom of Pole Star Liao, but quietly went out.

Although Feng Xue's origin has not yet awakened, he himself still has a little origin nature, and the concept of existence, which seems to exist only under the subjective consciousness, is dominated by the concept of imaginary numbers, covering his form.

Following the breath left on Xiao Hui during the day, Feng Xue quietly came to the kitchen on the basement floor of the annex, where a large number of graduates had gathered at this time, but they were all staring at the three who were busy.

"It doesn't look like it's ......late yet," Feng Xue sighed slightly, there was no way, although he knew that Xiao Hui and Sigong's halberd would start at six o'clock in the afternoon, but as a candidate who came to participate in the field training, it was also essential for him to complete the task of the day, and after finishing fifty sets and solving his own dinner, the time was already more than seven o'clock.

Calculating the time, this halberd has already started for more than an hour (although it seems to be fast in the anime, but the French stewed cabbage rolls in the four palaces alone need at least an hour to stew before they can taste good, which is also the conclusion reached by the author after trying it himself), fortunately, Feng Xue does not want to learn their cooking techniques, but wants to explore the indescribable strange power.

Feng Xue just stood quietly by the cooking table and waited, in stark contrast to the graduates chatting with each other around him, although he was obviously standing there, but as if he was being ignored by everyone, in fact, it was not seemingly, but he really controlled his own sense of existence.

The cooking of the four palaces of the "French Cabbage Roll ......" was completed, but Feng Xue quietly walked to the side of Mizuhara Fuyumi, and when the graduates showed their shameful appearance because of the deliciousness of the dishes, she quietly cut a piece of cabbage from Mizuhara Fuyumi's plate and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Delicious!"

At this moment, Feng Xue only had this word left in his mind, although the knowledge he learned in Yuanyue could explain why this dish was so delicious, but he didn't want to analyze it at all, but instead tasted the power of touching the taste buds wholeheartedly.

This is just the combination of the most ordinary ingredients, which jumped on Feng Xue's taste buds and turned into a power like magic, constantly washing Feng Xue's cognition of vegetables, and the name of the vegetable magician is worthy of its name.

Under this force, the food cells in Feng Xue's body began to move, and a pitch-black shadow began to appear behind him, but it was still blurry, making it impossible to see the reality behind the shadow.

But this delicacy didn't seem to be enough, and the shadow behind Feng Xue seemed to struggle and writhe, but finally disappeared without a trace.

"Eh, is that you, when were you here?" Suddenly, Mizuhara Fuyumi's voice appeared in Feng Xue's ears.

"Oops!" Feng Xue was stunned when she heard this, and then realized that she had relaxed her sense of presence because of the delicious ingredients, but at this moment she had been exposed to everyone's eyes, Feng Xue hurriedly turned around, but found that the other fresh graduates were still intoxicated with the food, and immediately increased the control of her sense of existence.

However, the weakening of the sense of existence is not really disappearing, it's just that it's hard to notice, but for people who have discovered their existence, this weakening is meaningless, just like someone in an anime has a weak sense of existence, and often ends without realizing that he has appeared in every episode, but if you can look for him in every episode, you won't find it. (For example, you are the master and I am the one in the servant, obviously sweeping the floor in every episode, but it is always ignored)

"Ale, I've been here since the beginning!" Feng Xue had to show a harmless expression, "I just have a low sense of existence......"

"......" Mizuhara Fuyumi stared at Feng Xue expressionlessly, as if she was suspicious of the other party's wording, can the sense of presence really be so low that so many people haven't noticed?

However, when she turned her head to look around and found that no one had noticed Feng Xue, she reluctantly accepted the premise that Feng Xue was an Akalin.

Before she could speak again, Kohui and Kohei Sojin brought the two of them food.

Mizuhara Fuyumi was about to use the knife, but Feng Xue was one step ahead of her, forked out a piece of French jelly from the plate and threw it into her mouth.

Mizuhara Fuyumi realized at this time that Feng Xue was actually using her own fork!

Fortunately, Mizuhara Fuyumi has three no-attributes, and her temperament is already light, but her face is red, if she reverses Erina and her, I'm afraid she will already scream at this moment.

And at this moment, Feng Xue didn't have time to care about the other party's expression, because he finally found the mystery he was looking for-

The dishes of the four palaces are extremely delicious, whether it is the handling of ingredients or the cooking skills, they are flawless, and at the same time, they have a strong personal style, and the application of vegetables is even more superb, but after eating it once, Feng Xue can perfectly replicate the same dish.

As for Xiao Hui, although her dishes are equally delicious, there are many flaws, the handling of ingredients, and the cooking skills have obvious shortcomings, however, for Feng Xue, this dish has a special status, because he cannot imitate it.

That's right, it can't be imitated, and he is confident that he can complete all the steps of this dish, and even far surpass the other party in processing and cooking it, but he knows very well that he can't make this taste himself.

In this dish, there seems to be something beyond the essence of the ingredients, giving people a gentle, intimate touch, making people feel as if they have returned to their childhood hometown, that kind of nostalgic and textured memories, which are integrated into this small dish by unknown techniques, although it is not as impactful as those top dishes, but it makes people unable to put it down, if it were not for Feng Xue's memories of his hometown are only imprisoned in the reinforced concrete city, I am afraid that this moment has been in tears.

"Why? Why?" Feng Xue fell into confusion, as if a person trapped in a labyrinth was constantly looking for an exit, countless conditions were enumerated in his mind, and all the knowledge learned in the Far Moon Academy began to intertwine with each other, but none of them could tell him where this unknown influence came from.

"Is it really possible to convey feelings to people like this just by the combination of ingredients?"

Feng Xue began to give up using knowledge to get answers, and he subconsciously began to search for all the memories of food in his memory, not only the contact in reality, but also documentaries, film and television works, and even the same comics......

Suddenly, a sentence flashed in his mind - "As long as there is a heart, everyone is a god of food!"

Feng Xue seemed to have an epiphany, all her thoughts were opened in an instant, and the knowledge in her mind began to be combined in an orderly manner in this sentence, turning into a chaotic and disorderly whole, constantly rotating in her mind.

Heart.

The true meaning of food, the mystery of food.

Stephen Chow's memories of missed feelings led him to make a gloomy meal that would bring tears to his eyes, though he said it was because of the onion.

After Amei experienced a broken love, the steamed buns she made were bitter and astringent, although she said that it was because of tears (in fact, it can't be tears, not to mention the saltiness of tears, at most, the steamed buns will become salty steamed buns, and the tears that are enough to make a person cry blindly).

Zhang Dongguan, who had lost his sense of taste in the Manchu and Han banquets, fried egg fried rice that could taste the sweetness of love just by love, although he said that he did not put a spoonful of sugar in it......

These examples were originally just depictions in film and television works, but at this time they acquired a new meaning, the quality of the mind, which seems to have the power to change the ingredients themselves.

"Mind?" Feng Xue muttered lightly, I'm afraid that no one could hear it except for Mizuhara Fuyumi, who was closest to him, no, even Mizuhara Fuyumi, who had been staring at him, only faintly heard what he seemed to say.

"Let's just call it a kitchen. ”

Feng Xue thought in his heart, as if everything had become transparent, his two souls of heaven and earth seemed to be more closely connected, although there was no sign of fusion, but it was no longer so unattainable in the induction, and the food meaning that had already reached its peak seemed to have a new change, the phantom behind him that only he could perceive began to slowly solidify, and the soul particles dominated by the AT position seemed to begin to jump, and there seemed to be something mysterious and mysterious in the body that was divided into a part and integrated into it, and then, this part of the soul particles that were integrated into the unknown elements frantically poured into the phantom, and finally turned into a chrysalis, which is not to say that his food demon is a chrysalis, This is just a stage of his breeding of food spirits from scratch, as long as there are enough delicious supplements, the food demon will break out of the chrysalis and truly form the most suitable food spirit that only belongs to Feng Xue.

At this time, Feng Xue, who was completely immersed in the sublimation of the soul, of course, did not have the strength to control her sense of existence anymore, and at this moment, the graduates who had completed the lecture to Kojiro Shinomiya and threw three coins to Xiaohui finally discovered this person in the room who should not exist at all.

But everyone surprisingly didn't speak, and even Kohei Sojin, who wanted to greet Feng Xue, was stopped by Dojima Gin's eyes.

Feng Xue seems to be a high-ranking monk who has attained the Tao in the eyes of these graduates at this moment, or a martial arts powerhouse who has reached the peak of mortals, which is a taste of "Zen" and a feeling of "Tao".

"It looks like there's more than two...... "It's not just someone who suddenly muttered, but in this silent room, everyone was in their ears.

Of course, you know what these two mean:

Guan Shouping's sentence - a halberd saved two chefs, and now it seems that the biggest gain is this guy who doesn't know when he appeared.