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He knows very well that a master should naturally have a superior demeanor.

But he suddenly became curious, the boy said before that cooking should be emotional, could he have reached the same level as himself.

There are three realms of the cook, one is taste, the second is love, and the third is spirit.

Taste is the introduction of the chef, and only when you control the taste can you be considered a qualified chef.

Love is the upgrade of taste, and the teacher of love will inevitably be able to make the delicacy of love.

The highest level of a chef is the spirit, and making the delicacy of the spirit can not only cure diseases, but also greatly improve the strength of the warrior.

Although I don't believe that the teenager has reached the realm of love, it is obvious that only this explanation is normal at present.

For a while, his hands were a little itchy, and the challenge in his heart became more and more intense.

It's been ten years, it's been ten years, he's been a master and lonely, and no one in Black Flag City can compete with him in the kitchen.

This also led to his strength not rising in the past ten years, but he has retreated a lot, and the enthusiasm that came to Black Flag Island at the beginning is long gone.

Fed up with the limitations of the so-called realm, he resolutely decided to wash his hands of gold.

Out of sight is pure, since no one is invincible, it is better to live for the rest of the day.

But today, when he saw the appearance of the young man, the blood of his youth seemed to come back again, burning every inch of his body.

He knows very well that if he misses this opportunity, he may not have a chance in his life.

In battle, then fight!

Huangfu Xuan gritted his teeth, walked a few steps closer to the young man, and said softly: "Fellow Daoist, I have a reluctant request, and I am still fulfilling it in vain. ”

This move surprised everyone present, why did Master Huangfu still like a hot face and a cold ass today? He, a powerful old man in Black Flag City, actually said a reluctant invitation to a little-known teenager?

Wu Haotian stopped the chopsticks in his hand and turned his head to look.

Hey, why is this old man still here? He thought that the old man had already left, and now he was inexplicably asking for his own help, but when he thought about it, it suddenly dawned on him that it should be related to food or cooking.

As a newcomer in Black Flag City, if you have a favor from a powerful guy, you must be able to have less trouble.

Wu Haotian hurriedly stood up, supported Huangfu Xuan, and said, "Master Huangfu, what are you talking about, aren't you tormenting me, no matter what, I will definitely do my best to help you." ”

Huangfu Xuan's face suddenly showed joy, and he looked deeply at the young man in front of him, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he was profound, although he was a cripple, but it may be because of this that he could not develop in martial arts, but focused on cooking.

Right! It must be so.

"I don't know the title of Daoyou?"

Huangfu Xuan suddenly came to make friends, and it seemed that he didn't even know the other party's name until now.

"Wu Haotian. A newcomer in Black Flag City, I hope to take care of it. ”

Huang Fuxuan nodded, not arrogant or impatient, he seemed to have a trace of a master's demeanor at a young age, and said, "Wu Daoyou, I want to have a few exchanges with you." ”

The words are not shocking, and they are endless.

Everyone present was suddenly petrified, and the god of food of the black flag actually wanted to fight with a lame newcomer!

And it was the master of Huangfu who personally pulled down his face and begged the young man to learn!

If this news gets out, I don't know how many people will fall through their glasses.

Wu Haotian frowned, how could this old man want to fight with himself, and even hesitate to put down his body to beg himself.

Either the person is a masochist or a chef who wants to grow in the midst of challenges.

Don't think about it, it's obviously the latter, as soon as I figure out the reason for the matter, my brows gradually relaxed, and I feel like I've cleared the clouds.

Wu Haotian nodded and said, "Since this is the case, it is better to be respectful than to obey your fate." ”

The guests of the Zuifeng Building were invited out early, and all the guests who spent in the store today were free of charge.

The "Welcome" nameplate outside the door of the Drunken Wind Building has also been replaced with "Rest".

Only Wu Haotian and the fat man and others are still in the store, as if there is about to be a high-quality cooking competition here, the fat man looks forward to it, although he doesn't believe that Wu Haotian can make any food, but presumably Huangfuxuan will definitely make something more delicious than today's dishes. For him, a foodie, it's like a natural sound.

A courtyard in the west of the city, standing with a bamboo garden, is verdant.

The line of sight follows the corridor of the main building in the bamboo garden to the end, and then enters the peak of Spring Mountain, which is a Yellowstone rockery, the stone color is close to the earth red, and only this color will give birth to spring. And the decentness of this hill lies in the fact that it echoes the scenery beyond the bamboo garden.

The years are urgent, and there is a lot of smoke here. Attentive Zhulin Temple, I have to go back a few times.

This mood was interrupted by the galloping sound of a small and lovely maid.

"Miss, it's not good, it's not good!"

The maid finally stopped, and waited anxiously outside the door.

"Come in, Xiaowen." A gentle, soft, wind-chime-like voice came from behind the openwork leaning against the door.

Xiaowen gently pushed open the leaning door, only to see a girl covered with a light veil pop up. Looming smoke eyebrows, like hatred and joy, delicate and delicate nose, not self-red cherry lips, skin like condensation, cheeks like pink, not a handful of willow waist graceful leaning on the carved wooden fence of the water pavilion. In the midst of the water, the appearance of the country and the city looms.

The girl's peach lips curled slightly, and she said, "Xiaowen, what makes you so flustered?" “

"Master Huangfu wants to try his cooking skills with a teenager!"

When the girl heard this, there was no expression on her face, and she was still unwavering. said: "There are many people in this Black Flag City who want to compete with Huangfu Xuan, just to use the name of Huangfu Xuan to increase their own value." Strange and strange. “

"Miss, that's not the case, it's Master Huangfu...... Master Huangfu begged the boy to compete with him! “

"Oh?" The girl's eyebrows raised slightly, and a ripple appeared on her face. She knew very well that with the arrogance of Huangfu Xuan, she would definitely not easily adjust with others, unless...... Unless this teenager's strength is above him!

This person is naturally the proprietress of the Drunken Wind Building - Ying Yanlan!

A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Ying Yanlan's mouth, she couldn't help but be curious about that young man, in Black Flag City, she had never heard of someone who could be no match for Huangfu Xuan in terms of cooking skills.

Could it be a newcomer?

"Xiaowen, what do you think of that young man?"

When Xiaowen heard this, he lowered his head, thought for a moment, and then replied: "The slave doesn't know, but I only know that the young man seems to be a lame." “

"Crippled?" Ying Yanlan's eyes flashed with a hint of suspicion, there were not a few lame people in Black Flag City, let alone a cripple who had a realm in cooking.

In Black Flag City, there is no difference between a crippled person and a dead person, and a dead person is not far behind.

But it was such a cripple who actually provoked the battle of Huangfu Xuan**?

"Xiaowen, in that case, let's take a look."

"Yes, miss."