The boiling soup, the boiling oil flowers, the bustling people, the noisy mouth.

Freeze frame.

The sound faded away.

Only the dough on the counter still flipped and hissed.

Casually dressed men move their wrists, flexible thumbs swaying in ill-fitting plastic slippers.

Staring at the ground, Rayong wanted to laugh, but couldn't. It is said that it is a relief, but it is better to bear a more distorted and invisible terrifying pressure.

It is more breathless than hooliganism and blackmail, more than questioning and slander.

The game said slowly: "You are Huang Lihu's apprentice." ”

Huang Lihu is one of the famous masters in Yunhai Province, famous for his amazing knife skills and pastry skills. It's a little different from a mysterious world called China for short. At a time when the general environment is becoming more and more peaceful, clothing, food, housing, transportation, and spiritual entertainment are becoming more and more important, and the status is rising.

Especially in the Chinese continent, which is civilized by food.

The status of the master master will not be lower than that of artists and stars, and he is a highly respected person wherever he goes.

Luo Yong's right hand was lightly supported on the desk, and the vibration caused by the rotation and friction startled his eyebrows slightly.

"Sir, whether I am Master Huang's apprentice or not, it seems that I have little to do with you. My daughter and I thank you for helping you out, but if you don't leave, the police will pester. ”

The crowd of onlookers was in an uproar.

"How could Master Huang Lihu's apprentice be so downcast?"

"And it has fallen to the point of harming people with gutter oil pits, what a shame for Master Huang!"

Luo Tao was angry: "Don't talk about my father like that, he will never do anything harmful......"

The game doesn't care what people think.

All difficulties are just small puzzles on the road to strategy, and they have a subjective initiative that is difficult for humans to achieve. It does not take into account worldly ideas and moral laws, and in the mind of the game, only victory can bring joy.

The words "friendship first, competition second" are the bloody scabs after Loser licks his wounds.

In the eyes of the game, Rayong's composition is simple.

The white quality [Master Master] is the apprentice of the purple [Master Master] Huang Lihu. At the upper limit of 100, the attributes of pasta (45), steaming (67), and frying (11) are close to the edge of the green level.

The pressure it brings to Rayong is invisible to the layman.

Rayong realizes that he has met a true master.

Shi Daheng tried his best to persuade in his mind: "The police don't care what the scope of justice and righteousness are brave, if we don't leave, we will be unlucky!" If you leave a criminal record, you may lose your job......"

The idea of the game is simple and crude.

"Continue to attack [partner] Qi Ling, and you won't lose your job."

"After entering Hongming Village, you can come out again."

Shi Tycoon didn't have a rut.

He still has more than five hours of cooldown to regain control of his body. During this time, he could only watch the game show.

The game comes to the cutting board and holds your index finger lightly against the highest point of rotation of the dough.

Sudden arrest.

The ash fell, leaving a neat and beautiful spiral pattern on the board, centered on the dough, perfect as a mechanically cut spiral circle, arranged in unison.

The spectators couldn't help but gasp.

The magic is indescribable, if it is a magic trick, everyone can not find a flaw. No one wants to admit that their IQ is not enough, and if they can't understand it, they must brag about the reasons why they can't understand it.

"Good!"

"Awesome!"

"What a powerful qigong master!"

Luo Taotao couldn't help but roll his eyes and muttered: "Where in the world is there a qigong master, who is obviously a particularly powerful pastry master." This group of people really saw the wind and rain...... But it's definitely worse than my dad! ”

Rayong's pupils shrank, and he slowly exhaled a heavy breath.

People rushed forward to see better, and the shouts of the vendors seemed to fall silent. The honking of passing cars became the clarion call before the battle began.

Competition is inevitable!

Kitchen God Battle!

Coming soon!

Kick off the curtain!

Shi Tycoon's heart was in his throat.

Luo Yong gently hugged his daughter, looked at Shi Daheng, and said with a smile: "I have also passed the age of fighting for everything. You, you've won. ”

"No problem."

The game turned out to be extremely honorable to admit the identity of the winner, and the two sides shook hands.

"The first chapter of the epic plot [The Road of the Kitchen God]: Defeat 3 [Master Masters] above the level of white!"

"Defeat [Master Master] Rayong."

"Complete the quest (1/3) and get a chance to draw runes. Since 'Brother Heng' is the number one player on the leaderboard, players can choose any prize from the raffle pool. ”

What kind of operation is this Nima!

The conditions for completing the mission are so arbitrary! Father and daughter look at each other and smile even if they admit defeat?

What about the super good consommé noodles? What about the magical pastry of carving dragons and phoenixes? Shi Daheng, the audience who watched the play, expressed great dissatisfaction and extreme dissatisfaction.

Of course, the onlookers were not satisfied.

"This boss is really empty-hearted!"

"Eighty percent of his oil is problematic...... You must not come here to buy food in the future. ”

More dissatisfied people came.

A man with a big back, a wide face, a goatee, and a thick chin looked down at the twitching yellow-haired brother in the trash can, and his eyes grew colder and colder as he fanned the buzzing flies.

Huang Mao foamed at the mouth and said intermittently: "Brother Dong, it's that person......"

He pointed to Shi Tycoon, who was in a white vest and big pants.

Zhu Dong spat and scolded: "Why don't you leave the cat!" Those who dare to touch Lao Tzu! He an iron rod from the ground and walked towards Shi Daheng with his two younger brothers.

The crowd consciously moved out of the way of a quick death lane.

"Just the you?" Zhu Dong stared at the game.

The game wonders, "What are you going to do?" ”

Apparently in its database, there are no functional modules for dealing with social hooligans yet.

Zhu Dong smiled angrily.

LAO TZU ALMOST SLAMMED YOU INTO THE PYZ, AND ASKED ME WHAT WAS I DOING? But as a big brother, he must have connotation and self-cultivation, and he can't say it too bluntly.

He was yin and yang, and anyone could hear the threat in his words: "Hehe, of course I'm here to eat noodles." ”

Luo Taotao was too frightened to speak.

Rayong was protecting his daughter, and his face was not very good-looking. "This big brother, is there a misunderstanding?"

"I misunderstood you MLG-" Zhu Dong kicked over the table and only half scolded.

A dark shadow flashed.

Take off, spin.

The three hooligans sat firmly on the stools of the noodle stall, and in front of them were three bowls of cooked clear soup noodles, each with an omelette!

Staring at the beautiful oil flowers in the noodle soup, cold sweat slowly slid down the corners of his forehead.

The little brother swallowed his saliva vaguely: "Old ...... Boss, what's going on? ”

Zhu Dong took a deep breath.

He only felt that his body was light, and the next second he was pressed on the stool by a calm and powerful hand, and what frightened him the most was that the bones in his body seemed to be dismantled, and he couldn't use half of his strength at all.

Turning his neck stiffly, he saw a harmless face of a man or an animal.

The game said seriously, "Let's eat noodles." ”

Zhu Dong wanted to stand up, but his legs were weak and he couldn't move, he laughed like crying, and he hesitated.

"No, no chopsticks......"

The game frowned.

It picked up Zhu Dong's iron pipe, sharpened six iron chisels with a knife gesture, shook it casually, and put the brush on the table in front of the three hooligans.

"Eat." The game said with a smile.

Damn!

Zhu Dong almost didn't catch his breath. He stared at the cut concave surface on the iron rod in horror, and suddenly had a feeling of doubting life.

This is the first time for them, as Chinese people who love to eat the most, they have a sense of dislocation when they eat.

With his right hand trembling, he pulled out the iron chopsticks, I don't know if it was soft or deep, Zhu Dong pulled it out six or seven times before pulling it out, picked up a poke at the face, and stuffed it into his mouth with the consciousness of swallowing poison.

Rayong and Luo Taotao looked at each other.

Where do noodles come from? Where do fried eggs come from?

At this time, someone shouted outside: "The police are coming!" ”

The little policeman said as he walked through the crowd: "Let one go, let one go!" We have received reports from the masses that there are violent clashes ...... here."

There was a scream from the noodle stall.

"Ahh

Sure enough!

There's a case!

The young policeman was overjoyed, and the trot turned into a wild run, pushing the last wall of people, and he was shocked to see the rogue trio with flower shirts and gold chains.

How...... Crying?

Zhu Dong held the bowl and cried bitterly.

"Too!"

"Good!"

"Eat!"

"It's over!"

"Ahh

The game nodded in satisfaction.

"Complete the achievement [First Meal] to get 100 Blood Diamonds! Congratulations to player 'Brother Heng' for crushing 'Little Spicy Chicken' again! ”