"Hell!"

The name of Zhao Ke's dish made the ghosts feel incredible.

A living cook who wants to make a hellish landscape?

It's like a train driver telling an ace pilot how to fly an airplane.

"This kid is dizzy?"

The five ghosts, who maintained great hopes for Zhao Ke, were speechless by the name of Zhao Ke's dish for a while.

I saw that the judges looked at Zhao Ke with a strong disappointment in their eyes; "Do you know the scenery of Hell?"

As ghosts, they know best how hell can be.

There are even some ghosts who will take the initiative to find a way to transfer themselves out to extradite those ghosts.

Even though it's hard work, it's a good thing for Onicha to be able to see the outside world.

Even the onicha is tired of the world of hell.

It can be seen how unfortunate Zhao Ke's dish is.

Seeing that Zhao Ke didn't speak.

The two judges looked at each other and opened the lid.

However, the moment the lid is opened, it is filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms, which is refreshing.

"It's!"

The scene in front of him stunned the judges, not only the judges, but even the onlookers from a distance couldn't help but widen their eyes.

It's not at all like people imagined, they originally thought that Zhao Ke used heavy materials and heavy colors to map the picture of hell, to present a picture of a bright red sea of fire.

But the moment the lid was opened, even the eyes of the ghosts on the side couldn't help but be attracted.

An ancient tree, two farmers, three peach blossoms, four fruits, verdant green seedlings, surrounding a house, like a paradise.

Smell carefully, the peach tree is faintly fruity, fresh and sweet, and the peach blossoms on the tree also exude an intoxicating floral fragrance.

A wisp of wind blew, and two or three green leaves on the branches fell in the wind.

It was as if in an instant, the world in front of me came alive.

The two judges were even able to feel the spring coming to their faces.

The two judges didn't move their chopsticks for a long time, and they couldn't bite to eat, so it can be said that they couldn't bear to destroy it.

They are still for a long, long time, and they have not felt such a vivid spring.

Even if you go to extradite the Yin Spirit, you can't see the world of the living.

Just like the last time Zhao Ke inadvertently walked into the shadows, all he saw was a dilapidated Luoyang City.

It's hell, and it's clearly a piece of heaven on earth.

Some ghosts stared at the world in the plate, with deep fascination in their eyes, and in a trance, they seemed to recall the years when they lived in the world.

If you say, what the monk made was a hazy Zen.

So what Zhao Ke made was not intended to make the dishes alive.

"Amitabha!"

The monk clasped his hands together, and his eyes couldn't help but be amazed by the young junior's cooking skills.

"Hmph, what if it's good-looking, it's so good-looking, it's just a piece of cake."

The ghost merchant who invited the monk without anger pouted and said very unconvinced.

"That's it, the last time I saw a cake maker, fondant cake, made exactly the same as a living person, but it's a pity that people don't come, if they come, what about this guy?"

There was no shortage of people who began to stand aside and get sour.

"Uncle Draft, you can do it!"

When the five ghosts heard this, they were so angry that they couldn't do it, especially when the fourth came out, they almost scolded the idle street.

At this time, the judges finally picked up the chopsticks and looked at the two farmers on the plate.

The farmer's position, standing on the plate, is the main seat of the dish.

As a judge, it is natural to taste the dishes on the main seat first.

It's just that when the judge's chopsticks were clamped, the farmer's head fell to the ground in an instant.

The farmer's shape then began to turn into a puddle of soft mud and fell down.

The flesh dissolved, turning into a mass of crimson, and like a chemical reaction, the red flames, flickering red like pollution, began to spread around.

In the blink of an eye, the whole tree was set on fire.

The green leaves are dry in the blink of an eye.

There was a spring color in front of me, and it turned into a mess in a blink of an eye.

White bones floated in the scorched earth, and below them were layers of flesh as red as fire.

On the plate, the room burned down, revealing a golden gem that contrasted with the mess in front of him.

"Double-layered!" The judges were stunned, picked up their chopsticks, and pinched up a piece of red like fire.

The roast made a sizzling sound, and a drop of hot oil carried the flames.

Slowly slide down the lines of the plump meat.

The intoxicating aroma of wine came to the nose.

With a suspicious look, the judge put the meat slice in his mouth.

As soon as I took a bite of the meat slice, I saw that the judge's face became strange, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his whole face turned red.

It seems that what you eat is not a piece of meat, but more like a piece of red-hot carbon.

The meat is washed by charcoal fire, and the aroma is overflowing, and because of Zhao Ke's specially prepared pepper and salt hot sauce, plus the old man's own liquor.

It makes the meat more flavorful, tender, crispy, salty, and spicy in the mouth in an instant.

The delicious texture goes straight to the tip of the tongue and the meaty aroma is full of mouth.

But soon, the judge's face changed again, and he found that his whole body was getting hotter and hotter, and the heat made him feel as if he was tormented in a sea of fire.

"Water!"

The judges raised their heads and tried to grab the water glass, but they didn't catch it after several times.

"Poisonous?"

The other judge stood up suddenly, glared at Zhao Ke angrily, and his whole body was like a fire.

The two of them tried to open the table.

At this time, there were screams in my ears, and some women, children, and old people were pushed into the fire pit and suffered the burning of the flames.

Their screams were filled with desperation.

There was even a pregnant woman who, in the flames, curled up in a ball and was eventually burned to a charred corpse.

The desperate picture is full of connivance, but the judges' hearts seem to be sprinkled with a basin of cold water.

From the backbone, it was cold to his heart.

At this moment, Zhao Ke spoke:

"There is no hell in the world, but hell is in the hearts of people, and this dish is not poisonous, but the liquor in it is too high."

Zhao Ke added the spirits made by the old man to it, and the degree was very amazing.

Old man, every time he asks Zhao Ke to drink, Zhao Ke will try his best to escape away.

In addition, Zhao Ke will be in the last terrifying space, the little ghost who injected himself with memories, and integrated into it, making this hell more real.

Since the monk walks the taste, he can't compare to the monk in taste, which is extraordinary.

Even the old man was willing to bow down, and Zhao Ke was not sure that he could win against him.

Just by taste, to win over the monk without anger, Zhao Ke is afraid that he can't do it.

So Zhao Ke found another way and went to his heart.

After a while, the judges came to their senses, and the expressions they looked at Zhao Ke became complicated.

As Zhao Ke said, hell is a place of punishment, and no matter how much wailing there is, it is also deserved.

They certainly won't be touched by it.

But when those defenseless old and weak women and children were pushed into the fire pit.

That powerless desperate struggle, the hope of survival was wiped out.

In the end, the despair of being burned to the ground with his unborn baby is the real hell.

Is it delicious?

There is no doubt that the taste of the meat is truly amazingly delicious.

But if they choose again, they don't want to eat it a second time, and the deep despair of powerlessness makes the dish, and the evaluation becomes blurred.

It's a dark dish.

It's not the judges of their level who can evaluate the good or bad of it.

In the end, the result can only be handed over to the ghost princess behind her to decide.

I saw that Zhao Ke's dish was served into the ghost princess's sedan chair.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and quietly waited for the result.

Especially the five ghosts, they even raised their hearts to their throats and eyes, and their palms were full of sweat.

Time seemed to be slowed down countless times by every second, and everyone was waiting for the results.

Zhao Ke glanced back at the innocent monk behind him.

But in fact, no matter what the result is, Zhao Ke doesn't care anymore, compared to whether he can satisfy the ghost princess, Zhao Ke cares more about whether he can defeat the monk without anger.

"Bang!"

However, at this time, I saw a pair of chopsticks thrown out of the sedan chair.

A woman's screams came from inside: "Kill him!" Kill him for me! ”

With this scream, the sedan curtain was torn open, and a girl who seemed to be no more than ten years old.

Walked down from the sedan chair, covered his head, his face showed a painful expression, and pointed at Zhao Ke with a hideous expression: "Kill him for me!" ”