"Follow my will, come!"

"Legend has it that a peerless artifact was conceived in the chaos of the unopened heaven and earth!"

"Spicy strips!"

The cute star's eyes were slightly closed, accompanied by the falling spices, and she sang softly in a low and mysterious tactful voice.

In the hall, there was a solemn and mysterious atmosphere, and the three girls involuntarily held their breath and looked at Youmeng intently.

The last grain of salt slips from your fingertips onto the plate.

The cute wrist was elegantly frozen in the air, closed his eyes, and waited quietly for an exclamation to sound in his ears.

One second...... Two seconds......

Ten seconds...... One minute......

Nothing happened.

The air was as quiet as death.

…… Hands are so sour...... How long will you stay in this position? According to the normal situation, shouldn't there be a golden light, and then the follow-up process can be continued?

Youmeng muttered to herself in her heart, a familiar and not very good premonition became stronger and stronger, is this time without special effects? What should I do, should I put POSE down, what should I do?!

"The ......"

Like the voice of an angel, it broke the quiet awkward atmosphere.

Otilia asked in a whisper, "Yuyu, this is called, huh...... The fetish of spicy strips, is the advent complete? ”

"Yes, yes. Or else? Youmeng stammered and replied, so embarrassed, so ashamed, I knew that I wouldn't have read the lines of the two pairs.

"But ......"

Otilia looked at the plate in front of her with some hesitation, the artwork as transparent as amber, exuding a seductive fragrance, the oil leached from the surface, and a little red paprika was sprinkled here and there—although the intoxicating bright yellow brilliance of the previous time was gone, I don't know why I always felt that the temptation contained in it had become greater.

"This kid ......" On the wooden staircase, Lucardo had already stood up straight, looked at Youmeng with a solemn face, and after a slight struggle in his eyes, a trace of determination flashed.

A cold voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

"That's it, I declare, the challenge has failed."

Lucardo crossed his arms and said coldly in an unquestioning tone.

"I admit that you do have the talent to grow into a spirit chef, but at least for now, you're too far away from challenging a spirit chef."

"Why, you haven't even tasted it!"

Youmeng stubbornly raised her head and met Lucardo's indifferent eyes without fear.

"Because, you don't need to taste it!" Lucarto's voice raised, interrupting Yumeng's words, "Making the ingredients that can trigger visions into ordinary and normal dishes already speaks for itself. ”

Lucardo sneered and said with disdain, "The emergence of a new ingredient and the formation of a complete dish can never be achieved overnight. All of them have to go through thousands of adjustment attempts. Don't say it's spiritual food, even this dish that doesn't have spiritual power brilliance, there is no need to taste it at all. ”

Is it just such a ridiculous reason that you don't even have the qualifications to taste a bite?

Youmeng couldn't help but clench her fists, what spiritual power, what vision. Whether it was yuba, or the sun eggs and topping noodles before, she had never seen them at all.

Similarly, Chinese chefs for thousands of years have never heard of dishes that can be known only by their eyes or perceptions.

Biting his lip, Youmeng angrily picked up the plate, walked up to Lucardo, slapped it in front of him with a "snap", waved his fist, and said loudly: "I haven't eaten yet, why do you say that!" If you deliberately make things difficult for people, just say it directly, don't be so weird! ”

"Secluded...... Calm down. This is the Titled Venerable. ”

Otilia was startled when she saw this, interrupted the spiritual power in her hand, and hurriedly rushed over and hugged Youmeng from behind, scaring her into a cold sweat.

She was afraid of this little salted fish who was not afraid of heaven and earth, and she would act on the spur of the moment, so that as a reasonable self-defense, Lucardo would not be punished even if he killed her on the spot.

"Okay, so that you don't make noise, I'll say a few more words. From the perspective of mortal cooking knowledge alone, although this dish has an extremely attractive aroma, it also has two extremely fatal shortcomings. ”

With his right hand, he picked up the spicy strips on the plate and looked at them carefully, and Lucarto raised two fingers expressionlessly.

"First, spicy is a common condiment in cooking, so it is not suitable for eating alone at all, and must be eaten with light staple foods. My title is a snack after a meal, right? As a beginner spirit chef, I have never seen a spicy snack before.

Second, in addition to chili oil, you also add salt and paprika to the surface of the spicy strips, and the flavor on the surface cannot be perfectly combined with the ingredients. ”

Lucarto raised his right hand, threw the spicy strip in his hand back to Youmeng's feet, and sneered: "Got it." At a glance, I can see that there is a defective product with obvious flaws, and it is not qualified to pollute my taste at all. ”

After speaking, he took out a tissue and wiped his fingers, and waved his hand impatiently, "Okay, according to the previous agreement, you can leave." ”

A burst of white light flashed, and Youmeng only felt that the world in front of her was slightly distorted.

When she came back to her senses, she had appeared on the street outside the shop, and the shop in front of her had disappeared again, replaced by a smooth wall.

At her feet, there lay a red spicy strip stained with a little dust.

Failed......

Unexpectedly, it was because of the funny and strange concept of this world.

Can't snacks be spicy? Flavoring that doesn't incorporate into food is a failure?

"Let's go, Yuyu. It's a big deal, let's find an empty classroom and spend the night first, so it's not uncommon here. ”

Otilia hugged Yumo worriedly and pulled back with great difficulty.

Youmeng looked at the spicy strips on the ground silently, obviously exactly the same as in her memory.

To be precise, because of Ollie's water control and his own salt affinity, to a certain extent, it should have reached a very high-quality spicy strip level.

Squatted down slowly, picked up the spicy strips, patted the dust, and Youmeng took a small bite.

Smack.

A tear of grievance slid down his cheek and dripped to the ground.

I'm so unwilling, only the last step is missing......

- It's obviously delicious, whether it's spices, saltiness, and taste, it's the best spicy strip she's ever tasted.

Youmeng suddenly felt that her hands were empty, and the familiar faint scent of cherry blossoms came from in front of her.

"Mind me, give me a taste?" Antoneva squatted down in front of Youmeng, wiped the tears on Youmeng's cheeks with her thumb, touched her head, and said gently, "Don't cry anymore, girls cry at night, they will become ugly." ”