It took two and a half hours to make ten beautiful nine-star dishes appear in front of several people one by one.

Or like a dragon soaring, or like a forest reckless, or like green mountains and green waters, or like all kinds of things in the world......

Yevre, who has experienced a big explosion of information, cleverly matches many of the scenery that exists in the author's book with a few small spells, and presents them a little jerky.

Each picture scroll is paired with the dishes below, which is very suitable for the occasion.

Beneath the dragon's flight, there is really a lifelike golden dragon roaring with a variety of ingredients.

Between the green mountains and green waters, there are clusters of green vegetables, but they are full of fresh soup and crisp taste, just like returning to the suburbs with excellent scenery.

.......

Except for Mary Luna, the rest of them were stunned, completely unable to bear to destroy the artwork in front of them.

But the mouth-watering fragrance of all kinds keeps fluttering into the nasal cavity, making a small belly dry and thundering.

"Hurry up and eat!

Yevre took the lead and put all the proud works with a score of about 19 into his mouth.

Subsequently, the orcs, who were out of control, did not care about any restraint, and kept satisfying their thirsty taste buds with relish.

Hopslin, who was full of wine and food and had a fat belly, was still holding his stomach, trying in vain to lick all the remaining soup and water.

"Hurry up and rest, there will be opportunities in the future. ”

Looking at the pig-headed man with a round belly in amusement, Yevre chased him away, hastily cleaned them up, let them rest for a while, and sent them away.

Just for a meal and want to stay overnight?

Truly the Dark Elves are philanthropists!

If Yevre wasn't a forest elf and had a cooking skill worth utilizing, Mariluna would have brought him back from the middle of the Xuan Rank?

As soon as the orcs left, Yevre continued to discuss tomorrow's qualifier with Mariluna.

Tomorrow is the 690-300 qualifiers, and Jevre, who is now ranked 63 in the overall score, is not worried about the promotion problem, but has only consulted on some weak points.

After spending half the night, if there was something gained, Yevre kept simulating some details, and after visualizing the psychic sacred wood for a while, he was in good spirits until morning.

After washing up, led by Mariluna, they arrived at the new venue.

It is not the previous gladiatorial arena, but a comprehensive training ground that occupies an area dozens of times that of it.

The whole body of silvery-white metal, mixed with dotted purple patterns, is a bit like a bird's nest.

It is a miracle that the comprehensive training ground, which has 30 exits and can accommodate nearly 9 million people at the same time.

It is said that this was the whim of the previous lord of Kacamos City.

Originally, it was a big sports event to improve the activity of the city, but after the change of city owner, some professional guards usually train here.

Fortunately, I arrived two and a half hours early, and there were not many spectators present.

Along the passage of the participants, after three cordons, Jevre walked into the training ground.

It's really extravagant.

The training ground covers an unusually large area, and hundreds of crystal screens with a diameter of more than 100 feet float around, so that spectators from a distance can also clearly and clearly notice the game scene at any time.

I heard that the organizers will also record the official qualifiers, save them with photo crystals, and then sell them to those who want to come but can't buy tickets.

Six hundred and ninety purple and gold silk stoves, a silver-white carved pot, and a bright and dazzling Xuanjie superb kitchen knife were placed in the center of the training ground in a grand manner.

I just don't know how many ingredients I can choose today, so don't be as harsh as the auditions.

The 690 nine-star chefs who can participate in the competition today are not really weak, they can be regarded as elites, and they all have their own specialties.

If there are too many restrictions, it is often the greatest unfairness.

Mary Luna was also allowed to enter the contestants' rest area with a Culinary Skills Appraisal Center certificate.

Not to mention, even the rest area is more classy.

The chaise longue made of expensive paulownia wood, the circle chair made of carved black shimwood, the crystal clear single table, and the dazzling array of drinks, as well as the large number of guards who arrived early, all made Jevre feel the taste of attention.

I chose a crystal wood table closer to the corner, and wore a comfortable paulownia wood chaise longue, and after looking around, I found that there was no other special thing, so I silently outlined the recipe.

As for Marie Luna, who was wandering around, Yevre couldn't take care of it.

Not long after closing his eyes and pondering, Yevre heard the sound of footsteps coming one after another, straightened up, and after a faint greeting, he listened with his ears pricked up.

Although he had already seen the profiles of the contestants, he was not familiar with any of them.

And the relationship between the elite nine-star chefs is not as good as you think, they are all divided into many small groups, or seem to be intimate, or seem to be enemies and gossip with each other.

Yevre wants to become a time-traveler of the kitchen god, and he doesn't want to take the initiative to get involved in right and wrong for the time being.

For each player, it is a shy smile, you are willing to chat, and you don't refuse, if you look at each other angrily, you will secretly record it in a small notebook, and clean it up sooner or later.

It's a pity that as a neutral who has nothing to do with himself, except for Max, who is still unusually coquettish, he glanced at Yevre, and then several chefs who were promoted at the same time said hello, and no one was bothering with Yevre.

The total score of the audition is sixty-third, a relatively embarrassing ranking, the top cannot hit the top ten, which poses a threat to the big guy, and the bottom is relatively strong, which is not worth offending.

Anyway, Yevre, who had nothing to do, sipped his drink, and watched the participating chefs divided into nearly fifty small groups.

In addition to Max, who finished sixth overall, Jevre has been focusing on the top 10 favourites from time to time.

Not only the No. 1 halfling chef, but also the No. 2 Naga......

These were all stumbling blocks in Jevre's quest to win the title.

Anyway, there are no six-star chefs and powerhouses in the nine-star group to watch, and if their skills are not as good as others, they can only use a little means.

The spiritual power comparable to the Heavenly Ladder Upper Realm is not in vain.

With the arrival of nine million spectators, countless sights and voices poured in, and Jevre couldn't help but shrink away from the corner, instead of waving his arms around enthusiastically like Max, who "all came to pay attention to me".

This guy, if he changes to the blue planet, he will definitely be another star.

I don't know where his spirit comes from, full of vitality and passion.

After waiting for a while, as fifty eight-star chefs entered the venue, several city hall leaders and representatives of the organizers arrived, and as soon as they took their seats on the obsidian judging table, Yevre and the others hurriedly lined up and stood up.

Every senior eight-star chef is the target that Max's staff look up to.

"Audience, participants, welcome ......."

It's another tirade, but it's a pity that I still have to pretend to listen.

It took more than half an hour for the city hall leaders to finish their speeches.

Then the representatives of the judges took the stage again.

Fortunately, I just explained the changes in the rules of the competition, and finally ended the speech.

This time, instead of 690 contestants competing on the same stage, they were divided into groups of 230 people, each group lasted four hours, and then advanced according to the total score.

Yevre silently glanced at the cheering audience, and instantly guessed the intention of changing the rules.

In order to make money and prolong the enjoyment, the organizers are really racking their brains.

What's especially excessive is that Yevre, who was ranked in the second round of the draw, was shocked by thousands of succubi, elves and banshees who danced hotly before he had time to appreciate the cooking skills of the participants in the first round.

Isn't this just a routine of extreme martial arts, who designed it, hurry up and roll over to me.

If you don't be honest about where you got so many beautiful dancers, Yevre will send them to hell with 100,000 soul needles.

After the fifteen-minute hot dance ended in bursts of cheers, the two hundred and thirty nine-star elite chefs full of confidence arrived in front of their respective stoves.

The number one bust and Max are impressively listed.

Unable to help but glance at the judges' seats where there was only one leader of the Heavenly Rank Lower Realm City Hall and one representative of the Heavenly Rank Middle Realm organizer, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he quietly extended his spiritual power.

I'm not a warlock or a mage, so I don't have to worry about it!

The top 50 contestants are shrouded in spiritual perception, and their unique methods are broken down and sorted out one by one.

Not to mention, there are 1,000 types of ingredients and hundreds of seasonings prepared this time, which directly leads to a relatively fair environment for the participating chefs.

Almost every chef chooses a unique set of ingredients, and then the treatment is very different.

On closer inspection, Jevre can be described as a bumper harvest.

The initial processing of ingredients, the control of heat, the choice of cooking techniques, the combination of seasonings and the time of addition are all very skillful.

In particular, there are many mages and warlocks among them, who either have unique talents, and after integrating them with the dishes, they play an extremely crucial role in improving the quality of the dishes.

The halfling chef, who ranked first overall, is a top priority for Jevre.

As a subtle aura of talent melted into the dish, Jevre felt a faint aura, like a mutated Eater talent.

It's a pity that there is no restlessness in his own bloodline, and there is no attraction.

With the faint aura of talent blending in, the dishes that Yevre had previously identified as only having an absorption rate of seven out of nine ingredients instantly increased to eight out of nine.

The horror of ascension is simply cheating.

Not only that, but even the color of the dishes and the vivid large-scale fighting picture scroll are also skillfully integrated, regardless of each other.

And Max on the side is not bad, constantly performing gorgeous spells, under the beautiful light and shadow effects, quietly covering up the delicacies with an absorption rate of eighty percent of the ingredients.

For a while, it can be described as cheating again and again, which opened Yevre's eyes.

couldn't help but look curiously at the eight-star judges who kept nodding and praising him, and Yevre let go of his worries.

It seems that his talent as the master of food doesn't need to be hidden, as long as the fusion is ingenious.

Time passed little by little, and the two hundred and thirty colorful stoves, like the scene of the arrival of an illusionist, were served one by one in the midst of laughter and mournful wails.

Jevre was still stressed as he looked at the delicacies that were allegorical to the scene.

Especially for several top-ranked players, Yevre hesitated for a moment, but he was still not willing to make a mistake.

Even if they are allowed to play a little abnormally, it will not affect the promotion, waste!

It's just that, looking at the dishes full of color and aroma, the fragrance that permeates the entire training ground, not only makes Jevre salivate, but countless saliva drips keep pouring from the audience.

Looking at the poor Baba who could smell but not eat the hopsling, Yevre felt like he saw himself.

If it weren't for the temporary installation of a large number of garbage cans at the training ground, a small lake would have been created just by not stopping the saliva.

Fifty eight-star judges nodded their heads in satisfaction, or smiled, frowned, or tasted the delicacies that came one after another.

Write down your personal rating on your own and give it to the staff.

Jevre secretly checked it, and after knowing it, he kept improving his expected entry.

Hundreds of fish leaping over the dragon gate, five-color boiling water dishes and ten thousand demons in pagoda town are Yevre's conceived dishes.

Although the name is no longer so literary, several dishes are selected from the classic dishes of several major cuisines, which can be said to be timeless.