In the glass, the surface of the water is still swaying slightly, reflecting a faint brilliance.

Everyone couldn't help but stick out their necks, step forward, and take a closer look.

frowned.

"What is this?"

"Water?"

"Nonsense, anyone with eyes can see that it's water...... But what the hell is this thing doing?"

A kitchen demon from Yingzhou pinched his chin and pondered for a long time: "It seems that it is a good skill for water cutting, and it is neat." ”

Water cutり.

The original popular drinking technique of Yingzhou, simply put, is to add water to the wine to reduce the alcohol content, so that people can better taste the aroma of the wine.

At first, it was used for sake, but when foreign liquors such as whisky entered the market, they quickly became popular.

"Add ice and water and stir well until the cup is frosted. ”

Nonsense, the people here who still can't see that this is water cutting.

But here's the problem...... What did you cut?

Forget about water-cut sake, water-cut whiskey, what kind of new variety of nesting doll are you leaving here to cut water?

"Besides, in the cup...... It's just pure water, right? I haven't added any carbon dioxide, so where do all the bubbles come from? ”

Yarum was undecided, turned his head and asked, "Does Mr. Guo have any opinions?"

"Oh roar, the old man knows a thing or two about this. ”

Old Chef Guo smiled like an old chrysanthemum, rubbed his knees, and said after a long sigh: "This should be a famous dish in Dongxia cuisine, boiling cabbage!"

？？？

For a while, countless question marks popped up from everyone's brains.

What's that?

Boiling water cabbage?

Is it me who has a problem or do you have a problem?

Do you Dongxia people like to talk to people about this when they encounter something to cook?

"Where is there such boiling water cabbage!"

"Maybe it's a subspecies. The old chef nodded calmly: "Cooking always has to be innovative." ”

"No kidding, if you boil cabbage, what about boiling water?"

Old Chef Guo shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "If you leave it for too long, it's cold." ”

"What about the cabbage!"

"Maybe I forgot to put it, right?"

The old man's face was so unfathomable and terrifying that no one else bothered to listen to him continue to talk nonsense.

Because Huai Shi had already copied the note next to him, wrote a note, and pasted it on the cup.

Write an introduction intimately.

【創意食理——心が痛いの感覚】

This is a new result of his inspiration.

After combining the skills of the caster, the fat house sad water V3.0 that has been completely reborn!

After pasting, Miss Huai Paper smiled, pointed to the cup, and looked at Fukatsu.

Attentive anticipation.

Please, friend.

どうぞ、どうぞ......

And Fukatsu Qing was silent, sitting on the chair, dumbfounded.

As if he had finally woken up from his previous horror, he stared at the water glass in front of him, his expression changed, and he gradually twitched.

Restraining his anger.

But the growing anger was uncontrollable, and his eyes widened and his face turned pale.

"No kidding, Wai Paper!"

Fukatsu Kei angrily reprimanded: "What do you think of cooking! Are you kidding? Just this kind of thing, I just die here, and I will never ...... if I jump from here."

The voice of rage stopped abruptly.

Because there was a heavy shadow covering his face, obscuring the light in the pupils of those eyes.

From a place close at hand, Wai Paper Suzi lowered her head, looked down at the opponent in front of her, and did not speak, just stared in silence.

But when you look down on those dark pupils, you can undoubtedly feel the oppressive force from them.

That's telling him......

Drink it up!

She's warning.

It's as if you want to implant that inexplicable tyranny into the soul in front of you.

So coldly, he gave an absolute and non-disobedient order to the ingredients on the board.

Without words, the indifference and mockery had been deeply engraved in his soul, and the whisper of playfulness in his ear:

Fukatsu-kun, you're already a mature adult, don't be a picky eater like a child, okay? If you can't eat candy and want to trick or treat, then give you some sweetness......

In front of him, Huai Zhisuzi pulled over the seasoning plate, opened the lid, casually and perfunctorily, pinched a pinch of sugar and threw it into the cup in front of him.

It's as if this will give the ice water a taste.

This is the final mercy.

Right now......

She lifted her eyes again, bent down, and came closer, staring closely into his eyes, conveying her final command.

- Give me a drink!

Being stared at by those pair of eyes, it was as if he had fallen into the abyss in an instant, and lost the last will to resist.

Involuntarily reached out and picked up the cup.

By the time Fukatsu Qing reacted, his lips were already pressed against the edge of the cold cup, tilted, and a line of cold water had already flowed into his mouth.

Running down his throat, the refreshing coolness spread, making him breathe a sigh of relief.

Feel a little refreshed.

Unexpectedly, sweet, and delicious.

No, it should be said...... Refreshing!

The crude sugar that was grabbed at will spread between the chests with the coldness of the ice water, as if standing in the cold wind blowing in the face, as if seeing the plum blossoms that gradually passed away in the early spring, withering on the branches, rickety and humble......

His eyes were blurred.

He didn't have any alcohol at all, but he felt drunk, indulging in this wonderful essentia feeling, reminiscing about the winter of that year.

At this moment, he sensed that something was wrong, and his pupils subconsciously contracted, wanting to resist.

But then, a phantage appeared in front of me.

That year, the snow fell from the sky, and the girl standing alone on the plum tree.

The snow fell on her hair and shoulders, gradually covering the small mole on the back of her neck, and she could no longer be seen, except for the whiteness of snow.

When she looked back at herself, her lacquer-like eyes made the young man's heart beat throbbing.

Soon, the phantom quickly disappeared in front of his eyes.

"A ...... of Momo"

He muttered distractedly, falling into a trance.

How many years have it been since she remembered what she looked like?

Even I forgot that buried memory. Now, when the remnants of the past reappeared, he felt intoxicated again in confusion.

Involuntarily, I took another sip.

By the time it dawned on him that it was poison, it was too late.

Because of the sweetness that remains in the mouth, it gradually becomes sour......

In the confusion, I gradually recalled the short and painful youth that belonged to me and only belonged to me.

"Ah Tao, that's the master's daughter. ”

"How's that? It's a beauty, isn't it? Oh, it's so enviable, why can't I give birth to a daughter like that?"

"You kid, it shouldn't be in the spring, do you? Hurry up and get out of here and get to work, don't think nonsense!"

The work of Santu is very busy, especially the apprentices, not only have to do chores, but also have to serve tea and pour water, be responsible for running errands for the master and seniors, like a servant, busy every day until the dark, the slightest mistake will be ruthlessly whipped and reprimanded.

Many companions in the same period couldn't stand such cruel treatment and withdrew, but he was the only one who persevered, gritted his teeth, endured tears, and didn't know how many sleepless nights, and finally survived the most difficult years. Eventually, he received the favor of the master and was accepted as an official disciple.

It wasn't until that day, when he saw Tao at the banquet again, that he vaguely understood. Maybe I was able to survive that long ordeal, not because of any roots and perseverance, but because of ...... I just want to see her again.

The contact between the two is nothing more than that.

The meeting under the corridor, the smile that meets every morning and dusk, and the fragrance that remains in the air when passing by. He gradually became fascinated by it, and gradually ...... Don't extricate yourself.

Occupied by that figure.

Crazy missing her face, her back, and her body, doing so many shameful things, just wanting to get closer to her a little more, even if only a little.

Like a loyal dog.

As long as it is what Ah Tao says, he will listen, as long as it is what she wants, he will buy it, as long as it is what she wants to do, he will go back and do it no matter what.

Until one day, I saw that someone else held her in his arms......

How long ago was that scene, and why is it still so vividly engraved in my mind?

Every time I think about it, I can't help but feel a dull pain in my heart.

Out of breath.

He lowered his head, subconsciously ripped off his bow tie, picked up the water glass, and drank it fiercely, wanting to suppress the boredom in his heart with ice water.

The excessive sugar spreads out, tangles with the sourness, and only the indescribable bitterness remains.

Eat one's heart out.

This is the smell of jealousy.

When he was with that person, Ah Tao actually showed a beautiful smile that he had never seen before, like sunshine, which deeply pierced Fukatsu's heart and made him almost crazy.

If only she could be happy, as long as she is doing well, it doesn't matter what happens to her.

I can only comfort myself with such a reason, curled up in a corner where the sun can't find it, and gradually humble like dust.

But happiness did not come, after being pregnant with that person's child, Ah Tao was dumped by that scumbag. It's become completely different from the past.

It didn't take long for me to go in and out with my new boyfriend......

The smile is still there.

It's just that it's not the same as it used to be.

Then, again and again, he was betrayed and abandoned.

It's all the fault of those bastards!

After every breakup, Tao would cry to herself in tears. Every time, he wanted to muster up the courage to speak his heart......

Perhaps, the next, the next one can be yourself.

When the time comes, he will definitely not let her be hurt like that.

Countless times, Fukatsu swears like this.

Until late one night, the crimson cheeks with a faint smell of wine came over and looked at his face, and his eyes rolled.

"Oh, I see. She smiled, "Fukatsu-kun, you must have never hugged a woman yet, right?"

He whispered in his ear, "If you taste it once, you won't be so embarrassed." How about I'm going to help......?

Syllable!

In Fukatsu Qing's hand, the water cup cracked and opened a trace.

It was the sound of a broken dream.

Fukatsu had forgotten what he had answered.

I just remember that I was like that, with my head down, shameful, embarrassed...... Fled.

I want to escape to a place where the shadows can't chase me.

Forget it all...... Since then, it's been a long and empty time.

Just above the arena, Fukatsu Keiko was already immersed in the bubble of his dreams, leaving everything behind.

Just swallowed the bitterness in the cup, and unconsciously, burst into tears.

Why is this happening?

Since when has everything been different.

I never even knew it.

But what about her?

Does she really know what she wants?

In the silence, tears gradually fell into the cup, little by little, wetting the palms of the hands.

It quickly evaporated again.

It was as if he was holding a red-hot iron instead of a glass of water. In the terrifying heat, his hands gradually burned into charcoal, sneering.

It was the heat hidden in the wine glass that finally exploded, and as the ice water decreased, it began to spread......

Obviously, as long as you let go, you can be liberated, but Fukatsu is reluctant to let go, just tears and sip boiling bitter wine in a blur.

I just want to see such a phantom again.

Once again, he returned to the plum blossoms when he first met, stared at the girl bathed in the snow, and told her what he had always wanted to say.

"Miss Tao, I speak from the heart...... I love you. ”

Such a humble one to say such a word from a cracked heart.

But there was no response.

Fukatsu Kei, closed his eyes, unconscious.

But even in the midst of fainting, he was still crying and crying, clutching the water glass...... Even if the rescuer uses iron tongs, it is difficult to break it.

On the side, Huai Shi was dumbfounded.

If anything, this is the result of the inspiration he finally got through observing and collecting materials from someone, using the rotten essence in the cage of dreams as materials, transforming all kinds of emotions, and recasting them.

Water is just water.

What is integrated into it is only an insignificant bubble seed.

Starting from the illusion of joy, he gradually degenerates under the guidance of the ashes, and finally cannot extricate himself from the pain of despair.

This is the dream of water cutting.

It's a pity that dream operations are not Huaishi's forte after all, so they only rely on the bonuses brought by the rotten dream wreckage, as well as the forger's furnace.

Not only is it not preserved for a long time, but it also takes an astonishing amount of time to make.

Limited by his skills, he must be swallowed by the other party himself before he can germinate, grow along the loopholes of the other party's soul, and bring the greatest pain.

It's a sugar-coated poison, and the heat on the cup is just an addition to the nightmare.

It can only be said that it took advantage of the Kitchen Demon Competition.

He couldn't imagine what Fukatsu Kei had seen, and he couldn't empathize, but he guessed somewhat through his external performance.

Then, from the bottom of my heart, I felt admiration.

- After all, licking dogs is real cows.

It didn't take long for the results to be clear.

Fukatsu Kei was judged to be unable to make a complete comeback, losing the ability to continue playing, and not even knowing if he would be able to wake up in the short term.

In the midst of many stunned eyes, Miss Huai Paper grinned, smiled slightly, and turned away with her employer.

The opening match of the Kitchen Demon Showdown.

Wai paper Suzi, win!

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Until now, there are still many chefs in the audience who have not come back. Some people already have a guess in their minds, but they can't say it.

On the one hand, it is not very certain, and on the other hand, it is ...... It's hoping that other people will suffer a loss after meeting her.

After all, that Suzi lady is a real enemy.

There is no doubt about it.

You can't think that Fukatsu Kei is a simple character just because of such a hasty and abrupt defeat.

After all, Santu's reputation is outside, and no one here can guarantee that they will be safe and sound after eating a whole set of iron cannon feasts.

If you want to win, then you have to strike first.

Using the rules of the match, the Chef Demon who finishes first can prioritize the opponent to eat his own food, and then strive for a one-hit knockout. It's not like that weird woman, who eats all the poison of transformation without resolution, and it's not enough, and she still wants to ......

It can only be said that Fukatsu Kei is really a pity.

Obviously, he was expected to make it to the final round, but he met the worst opponent.

Anyone can see it: the woman named Suzi is too resistant to poison!

In addition, only Guo Lao Kitchen Demon has some understanding of the power of that cup of fat house sad water upgrade.

He is too old, he has seen too much, he has experienced too much, no matter what kind of skill he has experienced, he has experienced it from his opponent.

If he guessed correctly, it should be a technique similar to Fang Xiandao, no, it should be said to be a 'offering mat' general cooking method.

Originated from the tradition of the Heavenly Demon Chef, it is a unique cooking technique formed in imitation of the disaster of the Heavenly Demon that disturbed the Buddha's consciousness......

It seems simple, and the materials used are not magical, but the method of applying essentia is terrifying. No matter how advanced a monk is in meditation, as long as a bowl of milk porridge falls into his belly, he will still be entangled by the nature of original sin, such as birth, old age, sickness and death, resentment, unwantedness, and the five yin blazing prosperity, and his ugliness will be exposed.

If it weren't for the fact that the woman named Huai Zhi Suzi didn't wear a monk's robe during the kitchen demon duel, he almost thought that this was the white lotus seed of this generation.

After all, the signature style of that series of kitchen demons is to look safe and harmless, women look more pure and pure, and men want more herbivores and more herbivores. The disguise is better than anyone else, but when it comes to attacking, it is more poisonous than anyone else.

Losing to such an opponent, Fukatsu Qing is not a grievance.

At the beginning, he fell into the rhythm of the other party, and then he was pierced into the flaws in his heart, and he carried out a strengthened special attack, and it was completely reasonable to completely collapse.

As early as when Huai Paper Suzi finished eating the iron cannon feast in full, he had already lost half of it.

"Roar, the afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrifying. ”

The old chef smiled with satisfaction, clapped his hands and encouraged, and praised like a kind old-timer: "It's really, terrifying!"

In this way, he restrained the appetite and killing intent surging in his heart.

He narrowed his eyes and kept the second half of the sentence in his stomach.

This son must not be kept......