"Something?"

Qian Chen said coldly.

Owen couldn't help but shrink his neck, and a smile that was uglier than crying.

"No, no! Feel free to do so! ”

Qian Chen ignored him anymore and began to focus on the food in front of him.

Unconsciously, the noisy sounds around him gradually disappeared, and Qian Chen completely lost his perception of everything around him, leaving only the kitchen table in front of him.

Rose's sacrifice, the pain of being ravaged by Joan of Arc, has accumulated an endless flame in Qian Chen's heart, which can destroy others as well as hurt himself.

However, under the suppression of 'Buddhist thinking', he is now extremely calm, calm to the point of frightening.

These two contradictory emotions seemed to hit his brain, and finally reached a critical point, and then...

Whoa!

A pitch-black electric light flashed in Qian Chen's eyes.

In an instant he felt the world slow down, and his body was more flexible than ever, and the thoughts in his brain were transmitted to all parts of his body without the slightest delay, and the body faithfully completed the action.

Concise and efficient.

And when it comes to making a choice, the brain is always able to pick the best option as quickly as possible.

At this moment, Qian Chen has brought out 100%, no, even 200% of his whole body cooking skills!

Does he feel like the world is slowing down?

No, in the eyes of others, it was he who became faster.

I saw Qian Chen gently slap the chicken's body twice, and blood immediately gushed out from the neck incision, and Qian Chen put it into a bowl alone.

Then Qian Chen raised his hand and gently wiped it on the chicken a few times, and all the bright feathers on Qian Chen's hand were on his hand.

Swish! A 'silver line' flashed in the air again, and the chicken was immediately disemboweled.

I saw Qian Chen put his hand into the incision with an expressionless face, and pulled it quickly, and the internal organs of the chicken were all pulled out immediately.

Then the processed chickens were cleaned with water by Qian Chen.

Killing chickens, bloodletting, plucking, dirty, and cleaning are all done in one go.

It is obviously a slaughtering process like a butcher, but in Qian Chen's hands, he paints like a cloud of water, full of artistic beauty.

At least in front of all the audience.

In front of the commentary stage, Barkley couldn't help but admire.

"It's so beautiful!"

Noticing the strange look at Smith, Barkley hurriedly added.

"I'm talking about the chicken! The chickens are so beautiful! ”

Qian Chen's cooking continued.

I saw him grind various spices into powder, and then quickly mix them together according to various different powders.

The final spice blend takes on a dreamy rainbow of colors in the light.

Qian Chen grabbed the spices with both hands, quickly reached out and wiped them on the surface of the chicken's body, and then didn't even let go of the inside, and then smeared a little salt with the same technique.

Then Qian Chen peeled and cut the potatoes into pieces, sliced onions and mushrooms, then mixed these ingredients with the remaining spices and salt, and finally stuffed them into the belly of the chicken, and sewed the incisions with needles and threads.

After doing this, Qian Chen added water to the mud and began to make mud.

His strange behavior immediately caused heated discussions among the audience.

- What kind of magical Oriental operation is this?

- Playing with mud on the playing field, are you a schoolboy?

– This playoff game is probably the most interesting in NCA history.

At the commentary desk, Barkley said to Smith with a curious expression.

"Hey, Kenny, do you know what he's doing?"

Smith touched his chin thoughtfully.

"I've heard that there is a magical dish in the Celestial Empire called 'Flower Chicken', which is all wrapped in soil and roasted."

'Called Flower' Smith spoke directly in Chinese.

Barkley listened with a blanket look on his face.

"What's the chicken? Call melon chicken?! ”

"'It's called a flower chicken!' It's called a flower', which means vagabond. ”

Smith said speechlessly.

Barkley nodded in realization, but his face quickly turned strange again.

"Tramp chicken, will such a chicken be delicious?"

This is also the opinion of all viewers.

But instead of wrapping the reconciled mud around the chickens as they imagined, Qian Chen built a small kiln in the shape of a hemispherical shape similar to an Arctic ice brick house.

Then Qian Chen lit the charcoal and put it in the kiln, and after the kiln was hardened by the temperature of the charcoal fire, he hung the whole chicken into the kiln.

Inside the closed kiln, the heat can hardly get out, so the temperature is very high and the fire is fierce.

After all, kilns are generally used to fire glass and porcelain.

However, the 'temperature control' that has risen to the top level allows Qian Chen to easily grasp the slightest change in the roast chicken, and he only uses an iron drill to make the roast chicken meet the best heat requirements with slight adjustments.

In the free process of roasting, Qian Chen prepared a plate of dipping sauce with chicken blood, dragon flame wine and various condiments.

Three hours were exhausted in tension and busyness.

Soon it was time for the review.

In front of the commentary, Barkley suddenly said to Smith.

"Hey, Kenny, which team do you think will win this time?"

"There's no doubt about the Heat."

Smith replied without hesitation.

"Are you sure?"

"Please, brother. Now who believes that the Cavaliers can win, except for the Cavaliers' kitchen fans?

Reality is not a fairy tale, and there are no miracles in reality. ”

Smith said firmly.

This time he will never be the same as Barkley's teammate.

"But I just believe that Qian Chen can create miracles."

Barkley's rhetoric is convincing.

Smith smiled and didn't answer, but his expression said it all.

"Kenny, don't forget, there are two Heavenly Kings standing behind Qian Chen. You must know that there is not even a Heavenly King in the entire United States, and no one knows what the Heavenly King Realm is like. ”

Barkley looked inscrutable.

Indeed, as Barkley points out, the United States has a short history, and the backbone of its culinary scene, the fusion chef, has only grown in recent decades.

So far, none of the fusion chefs has broken through to the Heavenly King, and the other three representatives have carried out an intelligence blockade on the United States at the same time. Therefore, the existence of the Heavenly King is still a mystery to the United States.

Foodologists in the United States can only make guesses by deduction from the dragon level.

Because of ignorance, there is nothing to fear.

They have only reverence for the king and no fear for him.

If it were in the Celestial Empire, he would never do such a stupid thing as using a fighter jet to spy on the Heavenly King. Because even if a fighter carries a nuclear warhead, it is useless.

If you are replaced by some bad-tempered kings, thinking that you are provoking, you will casually knock out the fighter group you have spent billions of dollars to build, and there will be no place to cry.

The flaunting U.S. Air Force did not know that they had just tried frantically on the verge of death.

Joan of Arc could send them to hell, but it wasn't necessary.

Does she still need to care about the opinion of the ants?

Wouldn't that be a bargain?