Wind, summer flowers, autumn moon, winter snow. One Stroke Pavilion More Good

The scenery changes, the seasons pass, and the time in the fantasy world of "Heart and Soul" soon comes to the end of the second summer.

Sun Xunqiao and Ding Qiuqiu were walking on the sidewalk of Linyuan Road, there was already a little coolness in the wind, and the cicadas on the trees were so light that they seemed to be hallucinators.

The walls of the Sanxin printing house on the two sides are mottled, the true color of cement is revealed behind the white ash that has fallen off, the clouds and leaves in the sky block most of the sunlight, and the streets sunk in the shadows of clouds and trees are getting older and quieter.

Sun Xunqiao held a large handful of fried potato chips from the printing factory in his hand, and whenever Ding Qiuqiu finished eating a bunch, he handed over another bunch.

The fried golden potato chips are evenly sprinkled with dried chili flakes, and the cracks in the shape of ice flowers appear when you bite into the teeth, and the mouth is crispy and crispy when you eat it, and the edges of each fragment are arced and obtuse, so that you don't scratch your mouth like too hard machine-made potato chips.

A thin layer of mashed potatoes remains in the crispy crust that gives this skewer of fried potato chips a richer flavor.

Ordinary chefs don't care about the shape of the food after it is put in their mouths, because the diners can't see it and don't care.

But when Ding Qiuqiu, an extraordinary gourmand like whom the five senses are mixed and can see each other, every change after eating is under her observation, so the chef must keep the work in good shape at every stage.

The peony fish made by Wu Tao was like a fine snow among the flowers after the mouth, which made Ding Qiuqiu full of praise in the last competition.

Sun Xunqiao didn't have that aesthetic and knife work, so he could only give full play to his expertise as a food safety supervisor in Northern Shaolin, and put a lot of thoughtful and meticulous effort into potato chips.

He handed Ding Qiuqiu potato chips while introducing her to the dishes she was going to eat later.

“…… In my hometown, five rivers converge, the water system is abundant, and the river is famous for its deliciousness.

You ate Anxi fish head yesterday, I will take you to eat boiled pot rouge fish and red soup yellow and spicy diced at noon, and then a large Qianqingbo fish...... It's black scales, also called green plates, and it's okay to change it to green pepper and tempeh Jiangtuan, anyway, you can't get tired of eating it in the fantasy world, so you just start to eat the brown sugar glutinous rice dumplings.

At night, I went to the door of No. 1 Middle School to eat pork ribs and noodles, and went to the kennel for skewers at night.

That's it for today. ”

Ding Qiuqiu listened carefully to Sun Xunqiao's every word.

She didn't have a good impression of this despicable man who tried to cheat before the game, but in this fantasy of "having a soul", Sun Xunqiao is not a person, but a dish.

Every word he says, every dish he takes to eat, is part of the dish of "Soul Spirit".

Since he was entrusted by others to be the chief judge of the Chef Fairy Star Competition, no matter how much he hates a contestant, he should not bring his personal secrets to work.

Meticulously tasting and evaluating impartially, this is what she Ding Qiuqiu should do.

Ding Qiuqiu finished eating the last string of fried potato chips, threw the bamboo skewer back to the yellow-faced man at hand, stopped and said:

"It's only two or three days in this illusion.

One year and six months, counting the potato chips just now, I have eaten a total of 7,964 dishes you made, and none of them can beat the taste of Ye Shuangliu's prosperity.

Sun Xunqiao, your cuisine is indeed broad and profound, which has opened my eyes.

But the Kitchen Immortal on the other side is not a title that can be won by stacking numbers.

If you have a soul in your heart, that's all there is to it, then there is no need to continue.

It's getting dark outside, so let's admit defeat early and end it early. ”

Sun Xunqiao had already taken several steps forward, he looked at a small shop without a sign on the street, the owner was tiptoeing to get the "shredded chicken cold noodles" menu on the wall, and the aunt in the store next door gave the last mung bean popsicle to the child doing homework in the store, and bent down to unplug the freezer at the door.

"The Taste of the Prosperous ......"

Sun Xunqiao turned his head and said to Ding Qiuqiu, who was a few meters away:

"Have you ever seen the dynasty?"

Without waiting for Ding Qiuqiu to answer, he closed his eyes and listened to the cicada that had not yet disappeared:

"Don't worry, summer isn't over yet."

……

In the riverside fishing village, Sun Xunqiao and Ding Qiuqiu sat by the window, outside the window was the Black Stone River, the Qingjiang River reflected in the sky, and from time to time you could see the shadows of several egrets and herons passing by the river.

Seven or eight meters away, Liang De and a group of people from Sheng Wuxu's private high school sat at a large round table, on which bowls and plates were set up, and all kinds of fresh rivers were brought up.

The group represented by Bai Hekong, the leader of the group who saved Sun Dog, ate happily and had long forgotten all about the rescue plan.

Liang De also reminded Comrade Bai Hekong, hoping that she would correct her attitude, play a major leadership role, earnestly perform her duties, and not forget Sun Gou, who urgently needed to be saved, but she got a nonchalant answer:

"In the past year and a half, as soon as I eat the dishes made by Sun Gou, I know that he is very happy, and I don't care what he does!"

Liang De snatched a crispy fresh egg roll from the wooden art plate and said:

"Brother Gui, the only people who still want to help my senior brother fight the shame are you and me."

"I gave him the weapon of the decisive battle and I don't use it, and the mud can't support the wall, how else can I help him?"

Mu Yigui scooped a spoonful of fried chili peppers on the cochineal fish in the pot and poured it on the potato flour in the bowl, holding the bamboo chopsticks and mixing vigorously, mixing the porcelain bowl with a clang.

"You don't care about him, eat more, you know what Sun Gou usually does, this time it's for dementia, and I don't know when I want to eat so many dishes from him next time."

He said that after all, the afterglow still occasionally swept to Sun Xunqiao's side.

"How long will this illusion last?"

"It's gone tomorrow night at half past nine, and it's five o'clock in the afternoon."

Wood art rules stop mixing potato flour:

"Why is it tomorrow night, didn't you say before that Sun Gou was very successful in imitating the taste of the years of empty youth, can he go to the beginning of autumn in the fantasy world?"

"My senior brother left thirty percent of his strength and didn't move, and he didn't say why when I asked him."

"That's a secret backhand, yes, Sun Dog Chengzhu is here, don't worry about him...... Where's my puff pastry! ”

……

In the private room on the second floor of the riverside fishing village, Ye Shuangliu sat alone at a round table.

Sun Xunqiao's pillow of yellow sorghum swept the audience, and she also stayed in this small city fantasy for more than a year.

The table in front of Ye Shuangliu was also stacked with bowls and plates, both on land and water, and there were fish, but she only ate one or two bites of each dish and discarded it and asked the waiter to take it down.

The speed at which she ordered and tried the dishes was getting faster and faster, and the disdain on her face was getting stronger and stronger.

"With that kind of ability, it's no wonder that I had to use such despicable means to disturb my mind before the game.

I won this other side of the chef competition. ”

……

The next morning, on the streets of the small town, two gourmets who met in the illusion met each other.

"Lao Li, have you eaten?"

"Isn't this on the way, go to Linyuan Road to eat celery noodles, together?"

"You eat this again, you still don't get tired of eating every day, it's almost your designated breakfast shop."

"It's delicious, the more you eat, the more comfortable it is, Sun Xunqiao's craftsmanship is really good, but it's a pity that it's ......"

"It's a pity that it's a little worse than Ye Shuangliu."

"Who says it's not, after eating here for a year and a half, more than 100,000 people in the city are still reciting her world's great luck."

"If you want me to say it......"

At this time, the sky suddenly brightened a little, and the person opposite Lao Li opened his mouth a few times, but he couldn't make a sound.

All sounds are silent, and Xiyi law.

After saying that everyone in the fantasy world of "Heart has a Soul", the soft voice of the president of the Organizing Committee of the Kitchen Fairy Star Competition on the other side sounded in the ears of all the audience:

"Ladies and gentlemen, due to the special situation of this competition, the organizing committee has decided to temporarily add a special rule after careful study.

After the judges' voting, we will organize a vote on the audience's popularity at the competition site.

The contestant who wins the popularity vote will receive 15 votes, and the popularity vote is equal to the 3 votes of the judges.

The notice is over, and I wish all the audience and friends a happy meal. ”

The unusually bright skylight became normal, and Lao Li and his friends regained their ability to speak.

Needless to say, this must be the handiwork of the Shaolin consortium.

Sun Xunqiao's skills are not as good as others, so he made a popular vote to help him win the championship.

"Lao Li, who do you vote for?"

"Sun Xunqiao's food is really good."

"So?"

"I'll cast Ye Shuangliu."

"Hahaha

It doesn't matter how deep your background is or how powerful your sect is, chefs, after all, you have to use taste to speak! ”

……

Bai Hekong tapped the popularity bar chart on the blackboard with a teaching whip.

"According to preliminary statistics, Sun Gou's support rate is only 16%, which is still because fifty or sixty percent of the audience at the scene has a Shaolin background, and tens of thousands of lay disciples have come, and some people have voted for friends, otherwise it will only be lower."

"You're not mistaken."

Liang De was puzzled: "Fifty or sixty percent of the audience with a Shaolin background, my senior brother's support rate is less than 20%?" ”

It shows that Shaolin on the other side of the family is really a decent family, the Dharma study is good, the disciples have high consciousness, and they don't help their relatives at critical moments.

Do you think everyone is like your ancient boxing method in the Eastern Kingdom? ”

"What's wrong with our ancient boxing method in the Eastern Kingdom, my master and the abbot of the North Shaolin Dream Relic on the other side of the river have a relationship with their peers, I myself am upright, upright, and have always been ......convinced by virtue."

Mu Yigui interrupted Liang De's baseless boasting and said:

"It's impossible for Shaolin on the other side to not know about his own family affairs, so this special rule is not for Shaolin to add, there are other jokes that want to see Shaolin, plus these 15 votes, Sun Gou will lose even more ugly."

Lin Baolong, who had been silent, said in a deep voice:

"It may also be the handiwork of Southern Shaolin, this time their players withdrew from the competition in violation of regulations, if Senior Brother Sun, who represented Northern Shaolin, wins, or he loses not ugly enough, there will always be someone who will take him to support the north and step on the south."

"Hey, your thoughts are so sinister."

"Ade, Sun Dog is wrapped in your auxiliary internal qi, can you rip off his white towel from the Grand Chef?"

Liang De shook his head, "That strange thing is based on the user's cooking skills, and it's useless for me to help him tear it off." ”

Mu Yigui whispered to himself:

"There are three red tribulations in the arena, and we can't settle all the spectators under their noses, what else can be done now......"

Liang De and Lin Baolong's thoughts also turned quickly, but the longer they thought about it, the tighter their brows wrinkled.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Bai Hekong knocked on the blackboard a few times, waking up several scheming men who were full of tricks.

Liang Deqi said: "Have you thought of a way to help Sun Gou win?" ”

"Hmm...... No. ”

"Then what blackboard do you knock on, have you considered the feeling of the blackboard?!"

"I think you're thinking too complicated."

Bai Hekong put down the sea-blue whip and said:

"When I went to count the audience's voting intentions, a lot of people told me that chefs ultimately rely on taste to talk about it.

The more you use your brains, the more you will go the other way.

Why don't you believe that Sun Gou can win the cheongsam girl with his cooking skills, have you eaten the dishes that Sun Gou has made these days? ”

"So many gourmets in the city have eaten for a year and a half, and they still feel that Sun Gou is not as good as Ye Shuangliu, so you eat differently alone?"

Mu Yigui disdained Bai Hekong's theory of going north and south, and continued to close his eyes and think deeply as he was about to retreat to the hairline outside the gate to join the Eight Banners.

"I can't eat anything too esoteric, but you can all eat Sun Gou's heart in cooking.

This month, his heart is getting lighter and lighter day by day, will the person who is going to lose be like this? ”

"There's a point in what you're saying."

Liang De was thoughtful, and the bright head shone with the light of wisdom.

"Sun Gou said before the competition that he wants to compete for victory this time, and his heart for cooking is so good these days...... It's not like you think you're going to lose.

Let's not worry about it, if we make a mistake, maybe we will be shirked by Sun Gou, just one night, eat and shop and wait for the result. ”

Mu Yigui opened his eyes suddenly, "How can you wait for the result!" ”

"Brother Gui."

Liang De pressed the shoulder of Mu Yigui:

"Believe my brother once.

He doesn't use a towel to tie it to his hands, doesn't he just want to reassure you? ”

……

On the last night of summer, Sun Xunqiao took Ding Qiuqiu out of his hometown and came to a stream that winds through a forest of pear trees.

The flowering period of pear blossoms is usually at the end of March and early April of the lunar calendar, and this pear grove has long passed the flowering period, only the faint moonlight gently ripples in the waves, and the soft light is bright, just like the color of pear blossoms.

Ding Qiuqiu stroked the trunk of the pear tree, imagining the scene of pear blossoms blooming on the side of the clear stream.

"Summer is coming to an end."

Sun Xunqiao nodded and said:

"More than a summer."

He reached out and broke off a branch of a pear tree, and the smell of years of empty bluestone poured out of his palm, and the leaves on that branch quickly withered and fell, and from the dead branch grew tender green shoots.

The pear blossoms bloom, and the clear stream rises and falls.

As Sun Xunqiao used the last thirty percent of his remaining strength, time in the small city of Illusion suddenly began to pass rapidly.

When all the scenery returned to calm, Ding Qiuqiu, like all the people in the illusion, looked around in confusion.

Just now, a year and a half of life in this city seemed like a long, long time ago.

She doesn't remember the neighbors in this city very well, and she doesn't even remember the taste of Sun Xunqiao's thousands of dishes.

Ding Qiuqiu felt as if he had left this small city and gone far, far away, spent a long, long time, and then returned here.

"More than ten years of farewell to the old garden, although the old mountain is not closed. A pear tree, a brook and a moon, I don't know who it belongs to tonight. ”

The pear blossoms on the branches are in full bloom, and the stream is murmuring under the trees.

A quarter of an hour before the end of the illusion, Sun Xunqiao brought out a small white porcelain bowl that seemed to be filled with pear blossoms and moonlight.

"This is the thousandth dish I've made for you, Ewha Creek Moon."

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