Carrying the huge black curly horns, Feng Ying happily ran to the Tavern of the Locklac Guild House.

Unfortunately, the attention and cheers she received were much less than she expected, and she didn't see many people in the tavern at all, afraid that they all ran out to look for ingredients and didn't come back yet.

I knew I should come back in a few days.

Feng Ying deeply regrets that showing off this kind of thing can only be done once, and it would be too deliberate and embarrassing to carry the black curly horns everywhere to show off.

With a feeling of regret and anticipation, Feng Ying sent the "Horned Dragon Fury Armament", the dragon horns of the black snail roll, and some of the sturdy carapaces selected and collected from the black horned dragon to the best weapon workshop in Lockrak.

The artisans assured her that in about a week or so, her "force of destiny" would be completed at the same time as the food contest was held.

That's one of the best shield axes in the world!

Feng Ying is looking forward to it.

Maca is not in a hurry to build equipment, she seems to be looking for a powerful craftsman to order a set of lightweight black horned dragon armor, the conventional horned dragon series armor is too thick and heavy, Ted is almost the same, she is a worm stick

After the new weapon customization is over, Feng Ying's full attention is focused on the food contest in the near future, and the winner of the "Third Princess's Favorite" must be hers!

Bah! What a ghost name.

As the date of the food contest approaches, the whole of Locklac gradually becomes lively.

It can be seen that the enthusiastic desert dwellers really enjoy this kind of noisy group activity.

The venue of the competition is arranged on the shore of the mysterious lake that will never dry up, and a huge stage is being built, and it can be seen that the major chambers of commerce as the organizers are very attentive.

The merchants who come together are no less enthusiastic than the local citizens, they are not necessarily fighting for the winner, as long as enough people come together, they will always have a business to make.

Although she is full of confidence in the horned dragon eggs that she and others have brought back, she is not a person who gets carried away easily, on the contrary, she is smart and cautious.

At least that's what Feng Ying herself thinks.

She was very "keen" to notice a "loophole" in the competition.

Strictly speaking, this competition is an ingredient competition, not a food competition, and the contestants are only responsible for providing the ingredients, and the professional cat kitchen team officially convened by Locklac is responsible for cooking the ingredients into food.

Although the pork chop is not a qualified cat cook, in the face of the mustache guild president and the third princess, who can object to stuffing it into it as an anvil or a water table to help cook or something?

Pork chop stealer.

In the past two days, the third princess and her maid have been running around the city and have disappeared.

Hunters' dinner table.

Feng Ying absentmindedly ate the carefully cooked and more professional dishes of pork chops, and said unintentionally, "Pork chops, although you are not the head chef, you can handle most of the ingredients in the competition, right?" ”

“.”

The silver-edged crowd at the dining table all cast unbelievable glances at her.

Gordon clenched his fists, and even Hayata, who had always looked at Feng Ying as his sister, had a blaming look in his eyes.

When did this kid become so disdainful?

Feng Ying tried to deny, "No, no! I didn't think about letting the pork chops do the other contestants' ingredients! ”

She thought about it.

The pork chop in the chef's hat squinted at Feng Ying to see what she was going to quibble.

"I, I just wanted to remind you that the Ceratosaurus egg we brought back should not be made into scrambled eggs and boiled eggs. I hope to be able to make an egg pudding, make it look better, well, use the eggshell as a container. ”

Pork Chop continued to squint at her, "When the ingredients are handed in, you can make notes on the cooking method and additional requirements, and you remarked the meow at that time?" ”

"The note has passed."

"That's okay meow, from the point of view of fairness, you shouldn't know what ingredients you handed in, and what you just said will be treated as a meow that you didn't hear."

"Okay." Feng Ying retreated into the corner with her dark thoughts.

Seeing that Feng Ying was almost stunned for the bonus, Hayatta thought about it, walked to the storage box, and took out the strange dragon cub that had been tied up for several days but was still full of vitality and writhing.

Anhill was stunned, "Haven't you gone to hand in the ingredients yet?" It's almost time for the deadline. ”

Hayatta smiled and put the strange dragon cub in front of the pork chop, "I think this shouldn't win any awards, it's better to leave it to the pork chop to practice, let's eat it together at supper, it's delicious." ”

"W-gah!"

The strange dragon cub let out a strange scream that made the scalp tingle.

"To be honest, I don't really want to eat." Looking at the strange dragon cub that stretched out its neck and tried to bite her, Anhill sat back, "But Fengying, won't you feel ashamed?" ”

Feng Ying bent her legs, knelt in a chair, and bowed, "I was wrong"

After that supper, Feng Ying's mind returned to normal, and she no longer thought about those crooked things.

She returned to the third princess and her play, shopping today, swimming in the lake tomorrow, and playing all over Locklac.

Gordon and the others also took off their armor and weapons and enjoyed the lively holiday to the fullest.

The impact of the food contest has been fermenting, and many people don't even know what the content of the contest itself is, but they just heard that Locklac is holding a "food festival", and they rush over.

The streets of Locklac are getting more and more crowded, and many of the residents are too busy to stay in hotels, and many residents have even started a "homestay" business, which is as lively as last month's harvest festival.

Mustache grew into laughter, and the Locklac administrators, including him, had decided to make the event a regular event and festival every year.

At that time, there is no need for the third princess to provide a bonus, she is willing to come to the competition to show her face.

After a long day of strolling around the food stalls on the high street, Gordon and the others wandered around to the tavern.

For hunters, the tavern is a place of special significance.

Even during the holidays, even if they don't plan to take on the task, they are still willing to go around the assembly hall tavern every day for a meal and a drink.

Most of the hunters who had gone out of the city in search of food had returned, and the guildhouse tavern had regained its usual bustling appearance.

At this time, however, most of the hunters in the tavern were crowded around a drinking table, and the sound of shouting, laughing, and cursing could be heard across the street.

"Come on! Come on! The eldest sister's head is almost there! ”

"The big bald head will also give it another effort, push it back! That's it! Hahahaha! ”

Gordon grinned, knowing what was going on inside without looking at him.

Wrist wrestling is the most popular "sport" in the Hunter's Tavern wherever it is placed.

Gordon rubbed his hands together and squeezed into the crowd under the helpless gaze of Hayata.

The hunters who were squeezed away by him just wanted to scold a few words, but when they saw the size of the comer, they all closed their mouths from the heart.

Squeezed all the way to the center of the crowd, Gordon, who saw the two players clearly, couldn't help blinking.

On one side is the dark-skinned black dragon, Sister Maridan, this lady has round eyes, her muscles bulge, and those tiger striped tattoos seem to come to life, constantly writhing.

On the other side was a hideous-looking big bald head, the scar on the door of the head was congested, and the blue-black blood vessels were jumping and jumping, as if they were about to burst open at any moment.

"Brother Ted!" Gordon shouted happily.

"Huh?"

Ted was distracted for a moment, and Maridan took the opportunity to explode and slam his opponent's arm on the table in one fell swoop.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the thick log wine table was smashed open a conspicuous crack.

"The winner is the old lady!"

"Nope! Someone interferes with this one doesn't count! ”

(End of chapter)