"Take it away, take it away, you waste, you can't even make a little shortbread, get out of here!"

In a certain palace in the city of Xudu, a long-haired palace beauty sitting on a pink bed was furious, waving her hands and knocking over several jade and gold plates placed next to the bed, and a few small shortbread bones in it rolled down on the ground and rolled out of the palace gate.

A few people dressed as servants knelt on the ground tremblingly, and they didn't dare to breathe, and they didn't dare to raise their heads.

"Get out, get out of here!"

The palace beauty continued to shout, knocking down all the things in the house and throwing them on the ground, throwing them out indiscriminately, and the frightened ghost pawns also ran away in a hurry.

"Waste, a bunch of waste ......"

The palace beauty lost her temper and saw that everyone had run away, so she stomped her feet hard, turned around and sat down on the bed, holding her forehead with her hands, revealing a lazy and tired posture.

At this time, she was quiet, her long black hair poured down like a waterfall, hanging down on the pink sheets, reflecting her stunning beauty, and her slightly narrowed Danfeng eyes were enough to turn everyone upside down.

Suddenly, a voice outside the door shouted respectfully: "Mapo from the imperial kitchen has made a new dish, please ......"

Before the voice could finish speaking, the palace beauty's eyes lit up, and she immediately shouted, "Let Mapo come in." ”

A wrinkled old woman walked in with a food box in the company of two young women, knelt on the ground, and said respectfully: "Qi Yu ......"

"No need to start it, let's talk about it, what kind of new dish are you cooking, it's not mapo tofu this time, right?"

"That's right, it's not mapo tofu this time, please take a look."

The two little maids opened the food box, and the palace beauty looked down, and there was a celadon flower plate in the food box, which was fried and burnt yellow in the block, which looked trembling, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, sprinkled with red and bright pepper powder, and the sauce was thick and bright, which was eye-catching.

"What kind of dish are you?" The palace beauty didn't recognize it, and asked curiously.

"This one was recently invented by the old man, and it's called ...... Mapo Japanese tofu. ”

"What, mapo Japanese tofu, why is it still tofu, it's still Japanese, what's your intention?"

"Well, this tofu is different from ordinary tofu, it's not Japanese, it's Japanese tofu, it's ......"

"Get out!"

Smack, the plate of mapo Japanese tofu, which looked good, fell out of the door along with the food box.

Mapo looked ashamed, hurriedly packed up the food box, and retreated with the two little guys.

"Tofu, tofu, you know how to make tofu, and sooner or later one day I will make you into tofu!"

The palace beauty said hatefully, as if she was still angry, reached out and grabbed a jade Ruyi in the room again, and smashed it on the ground.

Actually, she can't be blamed for being so angry.

The Almsgiving Conference in the Underworld is a cooking competition every time, but as the host, and the Hades Hall with the greatest strength on the surface of the underworld, it has lost ten times in a row.

Fifty years, fifty years, the dignified Hades Palace, with the most powerful supply of ingredients, the most professional culinary society, and the largest team of chefs, has lost for fifty years in a row!

If she loses again this time, it will be eleven times, and according to the bet she made with Yan Fushan last time, she will divide an area of the underworld equivalent to the size of the capital city to Yan Fushan's jurisdiction.

Admitting defeat and ceding the land, what a shame!

However, these cooks in the Hades Palace have had so many dishes for thousands of years, not to mention eating, they are about to vomit just by listening to them.

Mapo tofu, Song sister-in-law fish soup, kung pao chicken, Dongpo meat, belly Feng, Li Liangui bacon flatbread......

Which of these chefs is a well-known figure in history, but in the cooking competition, they lost ten times in a row!

Alas, if you compare it like this, it was the first-class ghost chef of the imperial seal back then, Yi Ya, the highest cooking skills, but unfortunately, Yi Ya was exiled by himself just because he lost for a while, otherwise, it would not have led to ten consecutive losses.

In the past 50 years, she has also wanted to put Yiya back many times, but she has no choice, and no one has pleaded for Yiya.

The most important thing is that the chief chef who is now in charge of the imperial kitchen of the Hades Palace, has enveloped the people in the imperial kitchen under him for many years, and has been secretly squeezing out Yi Ya, at this time, Yi Ya was finally driven out and exiled, how could anyone intercede for him?

But aside, at this year's Almsgiving Conference, several chefs in the imperial kitchen wanted to say that they would make creative and novel dishes and beat several others, but now that three days have passed since the competition, none of the messy dishes made by these people can enter her eyes.

Seeing that it will be the turn of the Hades Hall to show her cooking skills tomorrow, but she hasn't even decided on the dishes, so it's no wonder that she is furious.

The palace beauty sighed, stood up, and paced around the room uneasily.

"Your Highness, Wang Zhihe asks to see."

The palace beauty stopped, raised her willow eyebrows, and shouted: "Wang Zhihe, the one who makes stinky tofu?" What did he come for. ”

"Wang Zhihe said that he has a way to help His Highness relieve his worries and defeat ......"

"Get out!"

The palace beauty roared, and the people outside the door didn't even enter the door, and they were directly blown away.

In such an important competition, Wang Zhi and Stinky Tofu are also embarrassed to join in the fun, isn't it big enough to think that the Hades Palace is embarrassed!

"By the way, stop!"

The palace beauty seemed to think of something again, and shouted outside: "Immediately let the guy who is known as the culinary ancestor come to see me and tell him that if he still can't make a dish that satisfies me today, then he, the chief chef, should not be the chief chef, and throw away the Infernal Prison of the King of Reincarnation, go to the stone grinding, and grind it into ghost powder!" ”

The ghost guard outside the door shuddered, answered and hurried away.

The surroundings quieted down, and the palace beauty frowned again, and sat down again, holding her forehead with her hands, and her heart was heavy.

A moment later, there was a burst of hearty laughter outside the door.

"Your Highness, are you worrying about that matter again, come on, why don't you eat a small shortbread from me to relieve your sorrows?"

With laughter, a burly scribe with piercing eyes and a long face and long beard, holding a small silver plate in his hand, stepped over the threshold and entered.

Only then did the palace beauty raise her head, look at the scribe, and sighed: "Mr. is uninhibited, naturally he doesn't take it to heart, but if he loses again this time, the Hades Palace's face will be small, and the land will be cut and the apology will be big, how will I deal with it?" ”

"If you know this, why do you have to make a bet? A thought of the difference, there is today's worries, come, this is the worry cake, just baked, the taste is high, must taste ah. ”

The scribe smiled and took out a small shortbread and handed it over.

(End of chapter)