The three judges (shēn) were on the verge of fire, but the temperature around them only rose slightly, and the high (rè) brought by the nine dragon-shaped true fires was restrained by Ye Shuangliu with terrifying control, forming a complete cycle in the belly armor of the dragon tortoise that was burned out of the hexagram, and the overflow (rè) energy was very small.

The sea of fire rising under the belly of the dragon tortoise is just a vessel she uses to hold this "good fortune in the world", which seems to be a blazing flame, but in fact the temperature is about the same as the spark of a fairy stick.

The carapace of the dragon tortoise was originally as large as a mountain, and it took me many years to refine it in the earth fire cave in advance.

After Ye Shuangliu's cooking and smelting at the competition site, the existing dragon tortoise belly armor was less than a zhang, and the light flowed in the six cracks, and I don't know what kind of mystery was hidden.

Ding Qiuqiu took the white porcelain spoon handed by the staff after (shēn), and reached through the flames into the cracked hexagram on the belly of the dragon tortoise, scooping up a spoonful of semi-fluid like the ice seed imperial green jade.

The dragon tortoise belly shell is just a vessel, and what this dish really wants to eat is the yarrow turtle glue boiled from the dragon tortoise shell and the essence of the spirit grass.

Towering mountains, only trickle.

What a luxury.

Ding Qiuqiu and the other two judges adjusted their spirits to the best state and put the yarrow turtle glue in the spoon into their mouths.

The formation laid out on the ground of the stadium was activated at the same time, and a little star was lit up under every seat in the grandstand area, sharing the tasting experience from the three judges with all the spectators.

That mouthful of yarrow turtle gum fell on the tongue, and the extremely domineering taste was like a heavenly fire meteor bombarding the sea, stirring up thousands of waves.

That fiery (rè) is not the real temperature, but the will of fire that is burned in the ingredients after the nine true fires of Ye Shuangliu have been repeatedly roasted.

The falling heavenly fire dyed the entire sea of knowledge into a boiling golden flame, and the flames swept through, and everyone seemed to fall from the void, through the clouds, from the nine heavens, to the heavens and the earth.

The wind is passing through the clouds, and the vicissitudes of the sea are changing.

I saw that the mountains and rivers are magnificent, (rì) are changing, the dynasty is changing, and there are outstanding people from generation to generation.

In 500 years, there will be a king who will prosper, and there will be prosperity during this period.

Under the blue sky, above the loess, there are thousands of dynastic scenes in their heyday.

There are more than 300 miles of pressure, pavilions and pavilions do not know tens of millions of gorgeous palaces (diàn); There is a ripe world, and the autumn harvest is like a golden paving of thousands of hectares of fertile land; There is a huge fleet that spans the seven seas and spreads the power of the Heavenly Empire in the universe......

In the prosperous era, the people of Li are all happy and happy to share the grace of the country.

Thousands of dynasties of the fire cooking oil, flowers in the brocade of the flourishing, like fireworks, but endless, no matter how dark and decaying the world, can always usher in a new peaceful and prosperous era, this is the world is auspicious.

Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, the five flavors of the world, none of them are found in this world.

Feitian Imperial Diet has spent countless hard work cultivating such shocking ingredients as the Yarrow Dragon Turtle, how can it be used to carry the five flavors of the mortal world.

The extraordinary chef on the other side has explored a world of food that is far broader than the five flavors of the world.

This mouthful of yarrow turtle gum carries the taste of prosperity.

This is the secret of the Flying Imperial Diet, a supreme dish that created the Zhongxing Holy Monarch for the Wanzai Dynasty.

Ding Qiuqiu put down the spoon, the light and shadow of the prosperous world in her eyes stayed for a while before disappearing, and Master Shilian and Ning Feng also saw that the chief judge had finished tasting it, and they also followed her out of the world's great food illusion.

Most of the more than 100,000 spectators in the venue were still in a trance, and it was not until the formation under the seats blew a cool breeze that they woke up from the prosperous mirage one after another.

For a while, the admiration of the heart and sincerity was endless, and some audiences who had no position painted in the air with extraordinary strength, dancing with streamers, and the audience was full of Ye Shuangliu's light signs.

"I throw in the towel."

In the competition area, Wu Tao, who was standing next to the bluestone of Wanzaikong, put away the long blade and inserted it back into his back, and Qing Ming, who returned the knife into the sheath, revealed a trace of unwillingness, and the bluestone that she carved out with a supreme knife cut out of the fine annual rings was shattered in response to the sound and collapsed into a pile of waste on the cooking table.

"Although the stubborn rocks in the mountains have the taste of years of condensation, how can they compare with the rise and fall of the world for thousands of years."

Wu Tao bowed (shēn) to the three judges on the stage, straightened up (shēn), and then put away all the kitchen utensils and walked towards the exit of the venue.

"If you win Ye Shuangliu, you win me, I'll wait for your news."

She passed by Sun Xunqiao's cooking table and gently left this sentence.

Sun Xunqiao, who had already read hundreds of pages of chat records, had a headache, but now was not the time to explain, so he had to remain silent.

Behind another cooking table, Ning Yunya's slender willow eyebrows furrowed and unfolded several times, and finally reached out to disperse the three ink-colored tornadoes standing in front of her, turning the whirlwind of infernal spices she had carefully crafted into nothingness.

"I throw in the towel."

The female chef from Huangquan and the clan uncle Ning Feng on the rostrum also glanced at each other, and said something silently, and then turned into a few wisps of black mist and disappeared.

Seeing this, the chief judge Ding Qiuqiu said to the two deputy judges:

"Since there are only two contestants left, let's not be busy with the evaluation and scoring, taste Sun Xunqiao's dishes, and the three of us will vote."

Master Ten Lotus and Ning Feng also nodded in agreement, the players they directly supported were no longer there, so naturally they had nothing to do.

Before Ning Yunya left, the faint voice was still lingering in Sun Xunqiao's ears.

"If you win Ye Shuangliu, I will promise you."

Thinking of what he said to this Huangquan girl in Tongxu's chat records, Sun Xunqiao felt a little chill behind him.

Liang De saw that Sun Xunqiao's face was very strange, and his yellow was very distorted, thinking that the second senior brother was frightened by Ye Shuangliu's great luck in the world, and he had to admit defeat in advance like Wu Tao and Ning Yunya.

I haven't died so many times in vain these days......

He was about to pat Sun Xunqiao on the shoulder, saying that victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, and the words (tào) that he must not surrender without a fight to boost morale, but he heard Sun Xunqiao snort with disdain.

This cold snort was mixed with the pure lion's roar skill, humming that the steel structure beams above the venue were buzzing.

Not only Liang De, but also the three judges on the stage, Ye Shuangliu in the audience, and the audience all watched it.

"If you like to show movies, you go to work in the cinema, and this is the place to cook.

What kind of chef are you going to do if you make a film so well, you go to be a documentary director and participate in film festivals. ”

Sun Xunqiao's desk was still empty, and he didn't know where he got his confidence, so he dared to say nonsense to Ye Shuangliu, who had withdrawn two contestants from a dish (bī) without even a work.

The audience talked a lot, Ye Shuangliu's new fans and old fans were indignant, and there were boos in the stands.

Only Liang De had a smile of understanding on his face, if Sun Xunqiao was a foul mouth, he was a smiling stinky mouth.

There are slogans but no works, no tricks to win, this is the mystery of our stinky mouth artists invincible to the line.

I haven't even cooked, how can you judge me.

It's back, the second senior brother is back!

But this is a competition, not a line, how to win without works!

The Ten Lotus Monk on the stage looked at the time and hurriedly said:

"Senior nephew Sun, there are only two minutes left, and it will be too late for your dishes to be served."

Sun Xunqiao didn't say a word when he heard this, he flew to the front of the rostrum, dàng (dàng) on the sleeves of his robe, and struck out with one palm!