She stared and held her breath, like an old monk in her meditation, and in her young body, there was an incomparably shakable firm belief guiding her forward. She was miserable, because she was betrayed, she was confused, because she didn't know where to go, she was remorseful, and if she hadn't started three years ago, her life would never have been like this.

But in this world, the most worthless thing is probably the helpless tears of remorse.

It was an emotion that only the helpless and weak would reveal, sad and sad, bitter and painful, but this did not belong to this girl, because she refused to regret it, there was only one way in front of her, after clearing all obstacles, she defeated all those who made her miserable, so she could not lose, she could not lose.

Despite the confusion and hesitation of the road ahead, she could not shake her firm faith, the flame in her heart that could not be extinguished by the tears of pain, the scorching war intent had already ignited her, and the flame that was about to burn to ashes was tormenting her heart, and her heart, which was on the verge of collapse several times, was making a terrifying roaring cry.

Sikong Yao was about to collapse, or she had already collapsed, although it seemed that she was so calm, one after another, the constantly rotating Tai Chi breathing reincarnation breath made her maintain a calm and calm spirit, but her eyes never opened, because she had to put all her energy into the struggle with her heart.

Everyone has finished their own cooking, but she is still ready to go.

Sikong Yao became the focus of attention of the audience, and people were talking about what happened, this girl has not done it yet, what is it that makes this girl so calm.

Although Sikong Yao's heart seemed to be staging a duel. But from an outsider's point of view, this girl seems to have entered an extremely mysterious state, round after round. Constantly in the process of being reincarnated.

Ke Yundan was silent, and there were waves in his heart that were difficult to hide. The emotion that was about to burst out made his face flush, and his heart roared, "How is this possible! ”

Louis, who has always been calm, a world-class pastry master, also widened his eyes, and his tone always trembled with disbelief, and said: "But children in their twenties can realize this state." It's just horrible. ”

Ke Yundan looked back at Louis, she should know what was going on just like herself. Sure enough, judging from what Louis said, Sikong Yao really touched that threshold, which made Ke Yundan unexpected.

Ke Yundan didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this time, his face was strangely good-looking, and he was helpless, so he could only smile bitterly and said, "It's really interesting now." What the future of this world will be, even I can't guess. ”

In the darkness, a flame danced. In Sikong Yao's heart, there was a ray of war.

However, no matter how much light it kept dancing with its gorgeous firecoat and bursting outward, it could not illuminate this dark side in any way. For the claws of pain are joined together into a dark darkness to extinguish this flame.

The only thing Sikong Yao can do is to give this flame the belief that it will never stop, and let it continue to burn and beat until the darkness of pain is wiped out and a bright future is illuminated.

However, this blackness is too deep, and she has been trying to be firm for a long, long time. This black has no tendency to dissipate, and I don't know how long this battle has been stalemate. The duel between the flames and the gloom seems to have been going on for a year. Decades, tens of thousands of years. Aimless, I don't know when and where is the end, the world is only red and bright and endless black. The voice is hoarse, the air has stopped, the words are dictated, the five senses are lost, the world seems to have stopped a long time ago, but it does not allow half a point to retreat. …

This silent battle only belongs to Sikong Yao's own duel with herself, there is no object to refer to, there is no way to perceive the outside world, only the constantly beating flames, and the silent fear envelops Sikong Yao and almost engulfs her. In the boundless persistence, it seems that even the beating flame has become lifeless.

Sikong Yao's eyelids were heavy, she wanted to close her eyes, in fact she had already closed them, but her heart eyes were still open, staring at the wisp of fire. But she was tired, she wanted to rest, she wanted to give up, the flames suddenly swayed, and she was almost swallowed up by the darkness, Sikong Yao woke up again at this moment, re-held the flagpole of the battle, kept repeating, and kept persevering.

I don't know that after tens of millions of reincarnations, this aimless tug-of-war is still going on, I don't know how long I have to last, I don't know how much suffering I have to endure, the only thing I can know is that Sikong Yao keeps telling himself that he should never give up.

There are so many fragments that even Sikong Yao doesn't know what she's holding on to, and she doesn't understand what the meaning of doing so is.

But Sikong Yao told herself very clearly that she must not admit defeat, and the fragments and fragments that kept flashing in her memory kept warning her and gave her the motivation to persevere.

The white clothes were fluttering, the pear blossoms were flying, and the sentence: "Congratulations on your ......" made her cry so much.

Blood-stained blackwood, the sunset twilight, someone said: "Let's go, someone must come to the back of the palace." She couldn't stop crying.

The night was dark, the water was cold and short, and he whispered: "Because I like you." "Drained her tears.

Sikong Yao swore that he would never let these tragedies happen again, this world should not only have tears and feelings, nor should there be only black tones, this world should be colorful and colorful, and the sky after the rain of tears should be colorful.

The flames were beating, beating, churning, and began to burn, squirting towards the darkness with all their might, and all the energy burst out, wanting to blast through this endless darkness. However, how can this small flame shake this endless dark realm, and how can red, which has only one color, make this world no longer monotonous?

A beautiful and colorful life can not only be blindly persisted and striving, enjoying joy, feeling pain, enduring suffering, tasting clutch, tasting loneliness, this frivolity that constantly makes emotions toss and fluctuate, in order to overflow with a more magnificent life.

Life needs passion and challenges, smiles and tears, touching, sadness, countless experiences to piece together a colorful life, every fall is a feeling, every joy is a wealth, only by feeling the beauty of this world with your heart, can you no longer live a boring life.

The colorful future starts from breaking through the single cold and heat, and the seven-colored rainbow will be shocked after the flames that have disappeared.

The fragile flame will eventually disappear, and it will burst out with the last of its strength, bringing an incomparably gorgeous rainbow to this dark world.

A ray of light breaks through the impermeable darkness and pierces into the deep darkness with a piercing posture, painting a beautiful brilliance for this monotonous world.

She opened her eyes because she saw her way, and she opened her eyes because she saw the beauty of the world.

Ke Yundan was uncontrollably overjoyed, and said frantically: "She came out!" ”

Even Louis could only smile bitterly and said, "I'm afraid it's the first person in the history of cooking, touching the threshold of the triple realm at such a young age, it's really shameless for us of the older generation." ”…

A new breath swept the entire opening color scene, the light texture of the air receded, the fragrance of chocolate was hoarse, and the colors were colorful and low, at this moment, she was the only one who was fresh and bright.

She raised her left hand, all the ingredients were like a call, the whole army was distributed, her right hand was raised, all the equipment was waiting for the opportunity, ready to go.

She is the king of desserts, and she can command everything.

A little cold sweat seeped out of Wu You's forehead, and he exclaimed, "What is this......"

It's not just Wu You, this is a picture that even Ke Yundan or even Louis has never seen, the reincarnation of Tai Chi retreats, black and white blend and disperse, the world re-renders new colors, seven kinds of light overflow on her body, and converge into a rainbow, dyeing the pure white clouds in the sky into seven colors.

Seven frying pans are lined up in turn, seven fires are stacked in turn, for the first time, for the first time, someone can use more than one person to this extent, and can control eight pots in one go, the sound of sizzling is constantly ringing, the fruits that are cut into various shapes are boiled into sauce, and the process of adding ingredients is as smooth as flowing water, endless, making people not turn their eyes, the sweetness overflows, and the taste is falling layer by layer.

Red orange, yellow, green, blue, purple kept beating, Sikong Yao waved his hand, grapes, blueberries, green apples, green bamboo plums, lemons, oranges and strawberries, seven kinds of jam fell into the eight-inch mousse cake grinder in turn, Sikong Yao showed his hand, threw the mousse cake grinder into the freezer, like a rainbow crossed, and then Sikong Yao had finished cooking, everyone could see it, and without reacting, Sikong Yao completed the final process of her dessert in a dazzling scene.

All this happened so fast, almost in the blink of an eye, and as soon as the seven-colored spring went up, the audience didn't have time to marvel, but they forgot to breathe.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and they couldn't respond for a long time, Yuris was the first to react, although he wanted to say something, but he couldn't choke, but he struggled to the end, and could only squeeze out a sentence: "Applause...... Applause...... Where is the applause......"

Then someone clapped their hands, and the applause roared like thunder, and it lasted for a long time. (To be continued)