The cooking is in full swing, but this is not the highlight of the cooking competition, because in addition to the great anticipation of the food, most of the rest of the fun is focused on flirting, not interfering with the contestants.

Gensokyo is the older you get, the more undisciplined it is, and the average age here easily surpasses that of a thousand years old, and children like Sanae Reimu who are less than 100 years old can basically be regarded as young children, so you can imagine how terrible it will be for a group of undisciplined monsters to be bored.

"Oh, who, one threw a stone at me, I don't know how painful it is?"

Li Shunsheng, who was in the dark, kept screaming in pain, because it could block the vision of the monsters, making the monsters who wanted to fix him well and see him ugly very unhappy, so he was targeted the most.

Of course, because of the half-belief in the ability of the immortal body, there was no too strong attack in the past, after all, this is a cooking competition, not the Colosseum of ancient Rome, and it is not good to explain to the Boli witch monster sage who held the banquet if there is a human life.

Therefore, the monsters threw stones, as if they had become children of seven or eight years old, and the monsters, who were hundreds or thousands of times older than Li Shunsheng, quickly picked up the rubble around the Hakurei Shrine one by two, and threw them all into it at the most tricky angle.

"It smells of blood." Remilia put down the black tea in her hand and spoke.

"Li Shunsheng has an immortal body, and stones can't kill him." Pachouli, who thought she was worried that Li Shunsheng might stop the other monsters, comforted that now was the time for the monsters to revel, and it was not good to disturb them at will, and it was easy to attract hatred.

"No, it's not the smell of stones, the other monsters are very restrained, the strength should be just painful but not bleeding, but the smell of blood is a bit heavy, what kind of strange cooking is this guy doing?"

"Fried steak? Roast suckling pig? By the way, did Patsy prepare anything for him besides the candle? After Sakuya had refilled the tea, Remi took a sip and asked Patchouli.

"Something."

It seems that there is no more, except for the candle, he doesn't seem to have asked Patchouli what he wanted, so the problem is, he kept a mysterious appearance, and what kind of food he was going to make, Patchouli didn't know.

"Sakiya, do you know what materials he took?"

"I allowed him to use all the ingredients in the Red Devil Pavilion, but I checked it when I left, and I basically didn't use any other food except for the seasonings."

Sakuya's words made Patchouli fall into deep thought, Li Shunsheng is not a master of cooking, if it wasn't for Sakuya's participation in the last session, Misuzu would only be able to eat and not cook, and it would not be his turn.

What kind of cuisine does he want to cook?

The inexplicable Patchouli had a very bad premonition, judging from someone's usual death, it was likely to disgrace the entire Red Devil Pavilion, but it was just ......

Glancing at Remilia, Pache sighed, Remike cares very much about the reputation of the Scarlett family, but she will not do it without a fight, so will she have to finish it then?

"I always feel like I'm taking care of a child."

"Patsy, what did you say?"

Remi turned her head, and there was still a little black tea on the corner of her mouth, which was finally carefully wiped off by Sakiya.

"No, I mean, let's take it one step at a time."

Hopefully this time he won't be too big to die.

On the other hand, Youmeng also received a lot of interference, but it was no one else who interfered with her, it was her master, Yuyuko of Xixing Temple.

"Demon dream, I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry."

Yuyuko lay directly in front of Youmeng, and there were even crystal dewdrops hanging from the corners of her mouth, and the whole person seemed to have become her favorite dumpling, lying on the stove softly, revealing a very foul expression.

Three points of anticipation, seven points of loveliness.

"Come on, Lord Yuyuko, please don't be in a hurry, wait for the first plate of chicken to be baked."

Youmeng replied one by one that she had a high resistance to Yuyuko, who deliberately sold cuteness when she needed to be fed, so her will would not waver in a short period of time.

"By the way, add a little more sugar, I like to eat sweet, and the chicken and potatoes have to be stewed for a longer time, the kind that melts in the mouth, so that when I eat it, I can think of it as a half-spirit of the demon dream."

"Okay, Lord Yuyuko, but my half-spirits can't be eaten."

I always feel that I am blindly commanding, because of Yuyuko's order, Youmeng began to be in a hurry, and a lot of sugar was added to the large plate of chicken that was supposed to be finished, but even if the sugar was added and it was difficult to dissolve, Yuyuko did not stop urging.

"After all, the little demon dream is just as cute when he is in a hurry." The black-bellied ghost thought so.

At the same time, Yakumo Orange, who was originally responsible for the host, had already run in front of Lan, looked at the small dried fish that was baking in front of him, and wiped his saliva vigorously, if it wasn't ripe yet, maybe he would have grabbed it directly.

"Don't worry, Orange, it's going to be ready soon, and have you washed your hands yet?"

"Meow, it's okay Lord Lan, Orange is ready."

It's just a little fishy smell of small dried fish for cats and is a supreme delicacy, for other monsters is not a good enjoyment, monsters' bodies are stronger than humans, and the sense of smell is far more sensitive than ordinary humans, so they are very sensitive to the taste, and it is really difficult to become their favorite with a faint fishy smell.

"So because the other people are too cheating, the Eight and Nine Temples are going to win without a fight? I always feel no sense of accomplishment at all. ”

Kaguya groped his chin and looked at the other one or two who had a very big problem, and the eight or nine temples that he thought would have a big problem turned out to be the most reliable one, even the hot pot that was difficult to reflect his cooking skills was much better than the other ones with obvious emotional tendencies.

"However, if you don't satisfy the concubine, the concubine won't buy it."

Suddenly, Kaguya frowned, neither Youmeng nor Yakumo Lan were harassed, obviously it was not easy to do anything if they were familiar, Li Shunsheng was in a special situation, so all the pressure of harassment fell on the Eight Nine Temple.

However, because his strength has reached the level of a top-level big monster, neither the wine mist that Cuixiang got over, nor the hand that Yakumo Zi stretched out from the gap to steal food, and Yuyuko, who came over from time to time to sell cuteness, did not affect him.

The heart of the Eighty-Nine Temple is as solid as a rock, if it has always been like this, Kaguya will not feel bad, but now the situation is a little different, because there is a guy who has made a move, and a very troublesome shaking man has made a move.

"You can't do it, you can't even interrupt one of the dishes, look at how good I am."

Jumping off the floating stone, the Son of Heaven is full of confidence, although she has been complained about personality problems, but there is no doubt that she is one of the strongest in Gensokyo, and she has crossed the hurdle of the big monster a long time ago and has become an old monster who has accumulated years.

The stone under her is the key stone for suppressing the earth, and what she holds in her hand is a sword of scarlet that can communicate the temperament of all objects, which can pull out the qi of the living body, express it in the form of weather, and finally find the weakness of the living body and break it with one blow!

But this time, she didn't use such a dangerous ability, but a prank method she had developed by studying the Sword of Scarlet Illusion.

"Let me see your temperament!"

The Son of Heaven waved the sword of scarlet thought, and the speed was so fast that even the second sword flow of the soul family was a little inferior, Mianyue Yiji once said that when he descended to the ground, several people in Gensokyo used knives, and the young sword of Youmeng was not strong enough, and the demon was nowhere to be found, and the sword of the Son of Heaven did not evaluate, but criticized the character of the Son of Heaven.

This means that even Mianyue Yihime can't easily find out the weakness of kendo from the famous Ju Tianzi Tianzi, and now that Youji has become Shota and Yakumo is dead, she is the strongest swordsman in Gensokyo!

Her weakness lies in the person, in relation to the character, not in the sword.

The mist began to spread from the body of the Eight Nine Temple, which was different from the wine that Cui Xiang wanted to get him drunk just now, this was something that belonged to the Eight Nine Temple, that is, the so-called temperament, which was pulled out by the Son of Heaven with his ability.

"The sun represents a cheerful personality, the rain represents a pessimistic heart, and the image of fog can be obscured and concealed, and you guy still likes to hide things."

Pulling out the temperament of the Eight or Nine Temples can't stop him from cooking, so the bad thing that the Son of Heaven wants to do is something else.

The meat moved, and the Eight Nine Temple, who had already processed the soup base, was now slicing the fresh mutton, and his use of the blade had risen more than one step in the three months of Ishaki's three-month hellish training.

It's just that a skilled cook won't encounter the situation where half of the ingredients in his hands have been brought back to life, so Bajiu Temple was also a little stunned for a while, and he quickly reacted.

It's temperament, the Son of Heaven hooked his temperament and manipulated the pieces of meat in his hands, yes, the dead mutton came to life as if it had been given life.

"Temperament can't be too far away from a living body, but as long as you have a piece of meat in your hand, I will keep interfering with you, unless you can find a way to handle the piece of meat from a distance."

Swindler.

Eight or nine temples made a definition in their hearts for the words of the Son of Heaven, since the control can be a piece of meat, then it can also be other things on his body, even if he wants to learn Alice to use magic wires to control the kitchen knife to cut mutton, he will definitely be stopped, so the power of the Son of Heaven's scarlet is not something that can be solved by remote control.

"Hahaha, it's better to give up early, just because you won't be the opponent of the Son of Heaven."

The Son of Heaven stepped on the stone with one foot, revealing a smug expression, but he didn't know that this kind of behavior was like planting the banner of countless failures on himself.

Putting down the kitchen knife in his hand, Bajiusi knew that there was no way to continue cooking without solving the power of the Son of Heaven's thoughts, and there was still a gap between him and the Son of Heaven in terms of strength, so it would not necessarily be pleasing to the good, and the power of temperament was notoriously weird and difficult to prevent, and it was not the same type of power that could not be targeted at all.

But who said that the Eighty-Nine Temple is a reckless man who eats by strength.

"Have you ever heard of the stunt-in messenger?"

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about, I'm bored, I've read a lot of comics, are you saying that there is a spirit behind you that I can't see? This is impossible, the stand-in messenger is the embodiment of spiritual power, but the temperament will not let it go, even if it is invisible to the naked eye, the sword of scarlet will tell me. ”

"Hmph, it's not easy to deceive me."

The Son of Heaven looked proud, but the Eighty-Nine Temple was noncommittal.

"Then let's give it a try."

He put his hand on the mutton, touched it gently, nothing happened, nothing changed, the mutton was still mutton, it had not become anything else, but when he raised his head, he had already shown a happy look.

The Son of Heaven didn't know when he took a step back, covering his right cheek with his right hand, showing a surprised and unbelievable expression, as if he had been deceived.

Just now, at the moment when the hand of the Eight or Nine Temple touched the meat, even the Son of Heaven, who was casual on the surface, was paying attention to him with eighty percent of his energy.

I'd rather believe it than believe it, even if it's a real stand-in messenger, she will pull him out, that's what the Son of Heaven thinks, and that's how he does.

However, her face was touched, and in a world that she was completely invisible, an invisible ghost touched her face.