Seven days later, Cesar and his party finally arrived at an ordinary town in the Southern Regions, the town of Coconut on a hot plate.

This subtropical town, which is already within the Tropic of Cancer, is very ordinary, surrounded by wilderness, the transportation is not convenient, and the only famous specialty is a kind of coconut that can be used to make teppanyaki. Hence the name of the town.

When ordinary coconuts are heated on an iron plate, they are only made into a kind of dark substance in the shape of a 'Xiang' that even dogs are willing not to eat, but the strange coconuts produced in this town, when fried on an iron plate with other meats, will give birth to a strange fragrance. As a result, the town of Tinppanyaki Coconut became famous as a member of the gastronomic horde of exotic ingredients, boosting the local economy and keeping the townspeople from starving.

In this year's Dark Food Festival, the organizer specially selected the remote Iron Plate Coconut Town as the ultimate battlefield for the major dark cuisine factions to compete or lose.

When the Sisar family arrived in Coconut Town, the atmosphere of ordinary tranquility had long been shattered. Strange people from all over the world have occupied all the hotels in this area early on, or rented private houses. And the periphery of the town, there are also three layers inside and three layers outside are surrounded by tents.

These tourists who occupy the town are just ordinary people who do not have a position of strength, and they can at most participate in the peripheral activities of the dark food festival. And the town of Tinppanyaki Coconut is only a place that acts as a transit station. Those who are truly qualified to participate in the internal activities have already made their way to a deserted canyon thirty kilometers away.

Cesar once heard Doudou say that the dark food festival has a long history, and the time of this festival is not fixed, ranging from three or four years to more than ten years, when the year is bad. It is even held only once every few decades.

The Dark Food Festival has a long cultural history and is extremely influential, but it doesn't involve any self-interest or the unwanted ambition to rule the world with food. The core theme of the food festival is only two points, one is to cook 'the ultimate taste' food, and work tirelessly on the road of cooking. Climb the peak and enjoy the infinite emotion and extreme pleasure brought by food. The second point is to gain strength through guò food.

After countless years of development, these two points are perfectly combined. Because every dark gourmet, or dark chef, has a strong strength, and they hone their fighting skills by fighting powerful ingredients. Cook ingredients and practice your cooking skills. At last. They tasted the food, and once again they were moved by a stronger spirit and strengthened in strength. It's a virtuous circle, and that's why the dark culinary world will grow stronger and stronger for thousands of years.

We all come from all over the world and don't know each other, but we have the same goal and the same hobby, which is to eat!

However, when the dark culinary world grew to a limit, disagreements arose. In terms of taste, it is divided into different branches such as sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty. Cooking skills. There are also factions such as frying, boiling, stewing, and steaming. Everyone has the same fanatical pursuit of food, but the concept is different, so you can only use kitchen knives to convince the stubborn other party.

The fierce battles between the different factions continue to this day, and now, the peripheral program of the dark culinary world is still a harmonious competition for culinary enthusiasts from all over the world to come together to show off their talents. Everyone is happy to learn from each other, and the world is indescribably beautiful.

However, the internal competition of the dark cuisine world is a bloody and cruel war between the elite representatives of the major factions to prove their own ideas. It is full of tragic feelings that although tens of millions of people have been going to it. On the other hand, although the level of the peripheral program is far less than that of the internal competition, it is a platform for the dark culinary world to screen seeds.

The battle for the heroic 'Taoism' will never end, and the ancestors will naturally pass on the mantle before calmly dying. The competition on the periphery of the Dark Food Festival is the stage for them to choose the heir of the Dao system.

According to Doudou, there are no restrictions on identity requirements to participate in the side activities of the food festival, and anyone can participate. If you want to participate in the peripheral competition, you can participate if you prove that you have brought high-quality ingredients of sufficient value. As for the internal activities, if you want to participate in them, you must at least have the strength of the harm level, because this is no longer a world that ordinary people can access.

Finally, it's worth mentioning that the dark culinary world is not an organization, but a large circle. Chefs and gourmets, from the world's major organizations, families, countries, or those who can walk alone. In the real world, they have their own identities, and there are good and evil, but in the food world, they are all captives of food. Because participants must wear masks and cloaks, participants don't know each other's true identities, so they can let go.

In the dark culinary world, each other has abandoned the hatred of the present world, and only uses ideas to judge friends and foes. The old enemies in the present world are probably all because they like to eat chicken farts and stocks, so they have joined forces to create the 'chicken anal flow', which is a vein of its own and has endless doors. As a result, the two of them both died together in the real world, and the great inheritance of the guide zhì was extinct, which made people sigh.

At the moment, the town of Coconut is very lively, and it is full of hardcore food lovers from all over the world, but most of them are ordinary people, because the real masters have already gone to the arena in the deep valley to build their own kitchens. In addition to these food lovers, there are also several large food markets on the outskirts of the town, selling the best ingredients and spices that are rarely found in the world.

Walking in the market with constant shouting, Gosna's eyes were blood-red, her saliva was flowing wildly, and she looked like a rabid dog who wanted to bite twice when she saw anything, but fortunately, Cesar grabbed the collar hanging around her neck, so that she didn't guide the tyrannosaurus to go out of control and kill a small trader and eat all the food.

As for Hela and Camilla, they swindled an invoice from Ostrovsky and constantly bargained with goblin vendors and dwarf vegetable vendors from all over the world.

At this time, Camilla took a fancy to the dragon meat sold by an orc butcher. This orc sells a wide range of dragon meat, whether it's a dragon, a wyvern, or a dinosaur. And these dragon meat are all processed and degraded and fermented in the cellar for several years, which is really delicious and delicious.

A local tyrant from Dongzhou, who was in front of Camilla, finally chose a pair of wings of a young green dragon after hesitating for a long time, and asked the orc boss to cut it into several pieces, wrap it up and pay to leave. Then. It was Camilla's turn.

"Little sister, give you a stool!" Stand up and see better!" The orc butcher, with a big cigar in his mouth and a bloody apron, grinned at Camilla. Swallowing clouds and spitting fog, he said. The 'kindness' on that face is like looking at a lamb to the slaughter, which makes people hairy.

However, Camilla didn't care about the other party's gaze, but stared at the rows of labels on the meat rack, frowning and thinking. Finally, the cats made up their minds and said, "Your red dragon loin has been stored in the cellar for ten years, and all the toxins have broken down, and the meat has become tender and smooth?"

"Of course! The loin here is inside an adult red dragon. One of the most valuable. Moreover, this giant dragon was only forty years old when it was hunted, and it was upright and in its prime, and its strength had reached the level of harm, and its meat quality could be described as the best of the best! Now it has been cellared for ten years, the toxins are self-dissolved, the meat is fresh and tender, and the taste is spicy and slightly sweet, looking at the world. It's hard to find such good meat. Whisper to you, little sister. This piece of meat is the treasure of my town!" the orc whispered.

"Okay, I'm going to ask for this piece of dragon loin! Listen to me, I want a hundred catties of fat meat, cut it into a zi, and the meat should be finely chopped. You can't see the slightest fine on it. Camilla said.

"Fatty, what do you want to do with fatty, aren't you afraid of being tired to death, and besides, this loin is fat and thin!" The orc was stunned, he had never seen such an unknown guest.

"What nonsense is it that you can cut it! Can't you open a store?" Camilla scolded angrily, "Believe it or not, I'll sue you?! Give you a bad review! Apply for rights protection!"

"Okay, I'll cut!" the orc held back his anger. Pick up the knife and use it.

"Wait!"

"What's wrong again?"

The orc raised his head and glared at the meow stick, his eyes were as sharp as knives, but unfortunately Camilla didn't care: "Cut another hundred catties of essence, you have to beat it hard! Beat it carefully, let each muscle fiber separate from each other, and not get any fat!"

"Damn, what are you going to do? Beat meat, ten catties are finished, there is not one catty left, you want me to beat you a hundred catties of fine meat?!" "The orcs are going crazy, you are the monkey invited to smash the field, right?"

"Beating meat, of course, is pinching dragon meatballs!'Have you ever heard of the 'Urine Dragon King Pill'? Cut, you don't understand it, this is a special skill for meow to impact dark cuisine! When I get the first place, your broken meat shop will follow suit!" Camilla said disdainfully.

"Okay, I'll fight!"

"Wait, and! Cut another hundred pounds of gold cartilage, you have to cut it carefully, and the bones must not be more than a centimeter, and you can't see any meat on it......"

Before Camilla could finish speaking, the orc threw a meat knife on the board, trembling and buzzing.

"I'm not going to do this business! Get out of here, next!"

"Damn, did you turn against you? The customer is God, if you dare to disrespect me, I will want you to go to the underworld! Cesar, Uncle O, he bullied me!" Camilla turned around and screamed, attracting Cesar, who was crouching on the ground and picking pheasants from the bucket, and Ostrovsky, who was crouching next to Cesar and poking the lobster with a stick.

"What's the matter, little girl?!" Ostrovsky, who was slapped by Camilla's bunch of sycophants, directly burst out with a harmful momentum and walked towards the butcher's shop. Cesar followed and also released the field, and Rita, who was carrying a bundle of green onions on the side, also released the field and surrounded it.

In the end, under the threat and intimidation of the three levels of harm, the orc butcher, whose strength had reached the median position and was called an invincible god of war in the butcher world, finally knelt down. Although he was invincible in the butcher world and crushed all competitors by force, he was a scumbag in the world of the capable, and in the end, he could only nod his head and give Camilla 200 catties of top-grade dragon meat for nothing, and he didn't dare to charge half a penny.

After this farce ended, the people of Western Sahara took the opportunity to 'show' their strong strength and were noticed by the organizer's secret whistle. Half an hour later, someone sent a special black robe to hide the body and isolate the breath, which was the voucher to enter the food festival.

"This trick really works!" Cesar was quite happy after getting the cloak. Find fault on the periphery, and then show your strength, this is the fastest way for powerful newcomers to join the inner circle.

"Let's go blackmail again!" Camilla, who took advantage of nothing, was not satisfied, and wanted to continue to blackmail.

"You pull it down, it's okay once, after all, it's to get the attention of the organizers. If you dare to come a second time, believe it or not, tomorrow the cooks will be reduced to cats and used to make soup?"

"Cut, let's go sign up. I'm very confident in the competition!" "Camilla has been flipping through Doudou's dark recipe this week, and finally created a delicacy that she intends to participate in the selection competition.

"Yes, yes, let's sign up! My brother and I each invented a dish. The Hela siblings, who had purchased a large number of worms, also echoed with confidence.

"Okay, let's go, let's go, are there any of you who don't plan to participate in the side games?" asked Cesar, looking around at the crowd.

"The old man is not interested!" Ostrovsky shook his head.

"Just have fun!" Doudou pouted on the side.

"Forget it, my husband's favorite drink was magma and ice, this kind of thing, I'm afraid no one can enjoy it, right? The burly old man shook his head, and continued to crouch back on the ground, poking the lobster with a branch. In the Second Age, he had been living in the desert and had never seen such a wonderful sea creature.

"Let's go, let's sign up!" Cesar sacrificed the killing weapon, handed over the shopping list to the 'bargaining king' Molière, and then took his family to the registration office for the peripheral selection competition and registered everyone.

After completing a qiē, everyone dispersed again, began to browse and select the ingredients they liked, and made a shopping list, ready to turn back to Molière, so that this guy, who was not even in trouble, could continue to show his skills.

After handing over the Tyrannosaurus dragon's collar and chain to Rita, and after a thousand instructions, Cesar put away Camilla and walked alone towards a remote corner. He'd just been passing by and had stumbled upon a code sign that he and Dorothy had only understood.

It seems that my sister came to the Southern Regions one step earlier, and left a contact sign, and the two will soon be able to reunite! Thinking of this, Cesar happily squatted in the corner, recorded the content of the code representative, and finally found a way to contact his sister, and then left happily.

Just as he turned the corner and walked towards the meeting place agreed by everyone, out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the depths of the crowd. The figure didn't even look out clearly, but there was an incomparably familiar feeling in his heart, as if urging him to hurry up.

Cesar only felt strange in his heart, but he did not pause at his feet, and still chased after him, wanting to see what attracted him?

After following the guidance in his heart, he made a few big detours, and finally found his 'memorable' target in the crowd. It was a huge ferret bigger than a wolf and looked like a QB, or guide marten.

Behind the guide mink, there is a weak girl with black hair and waist-length and a huge blindfold covering her face. Cesar was stunned, and the girl had already 'touched' something from the stall, paid and turned to leave. When Cesar caught up with him again, he was gone.

"See her again? Could it be that this is the feeling of a heartbeat!" Cesar walked back in amazement, wondering whether the recent fortune had begun to turn around...... (To be continued......)

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