Chapter Eighty-Seven: I'm going to fight ten
"Ten! He said he's going to fight ten people at the same time, did I hear me right? Erina? Nagi Alice's eyes widened in ruby and she asked in shock.
"......" Erina Nagikiri was also in the same amazement, unable to speak for a long time.
A short young man in another box, with yellow hair, looked at Lin Daoge in the audience with a contemptuous look and said:
"This person is really arrogant enough, but the six-flavor mapo tofu he makes is a real super dream-level delicacy, I must learn the skill, as long as I master this dish, I can defeat Senior Si"
A little girl holding a fuchsia bear doll and looking like a primary school student looked at the playing field below and said coquettishly:
"Butch, this chef isn't cute at all, but he's pretty good."
An ugly man outside the arena imitated Douglas Lin's demeanor, wearing a wig of the same hairstyle as him, and said in front of the students:
"You garbage, I didn't take you seriously at all, although I want to hit ten"
The cheongsam girl in the crowd looked at Lin Daoge on the big screen intently, her face was cold, but her eyes were shining with starlight, like the kind of adoring eyes that fans had seen the idol they were pushing, only to see her standing there and whispering:
"Master Doug will win, no matter who the opponent is, he will not lose, he is the embodiment of victory"
Rei Kawashima clenched the microphone in her hand with excitement, this was the most powerful event she had ever hosted, and it was probably the most powerful event she would ever host in her life.
She nervously pulled out ten small pieces of paper from the cardboard box in turn and showed them to everyone present, because this is the problem that ten people need to cook in the next competition, and it is also the problem that Lin Douge needs to complete alone.
"The title has been announced, this match will be held in the presence of the Halberd Association, please take your seats"
The chefs on the opposite side walked to their respective cooking tables one by one, and these ten cooking tables were arranged in advance by Douge Lin just asked the staff.
And he himself slowly walked to the center of the ten circular stoves, which were arranged in a large circle by the staff, each of which was separated by only a short distance, and there was no extra place to put things on the stove, only ten large iron pots on the stove.
"The game is limited to 3 hours, and now I announce ~ the game begins!" Rei Kawashima saw that the opponents on both sides were already in place, so she took the microphone and announced the official start of the game.
The audience and the students outside all looked at Douge Lin with curiosity, wanting to see how he cooked ten delicious dishes in such a short time.
On the other hand, the chefs opposite, no one paid attention to the busy figures, after all, on the premise of watching a magic show, who would go to watch children play in the mud?
I saw that before the staff sent the ingredients, Lin Daoge calmly walked to each stove one by one, turned on their stoves one by one, and immediately ten fires burned around him, and the temperature in the vicinity was soaring faster and faster.
He stood in the center and did not do cooking-related things for the first time, but pulled the placket of the Hanfu with both hands and pulled it away violently on both sides, and suddenly, a powerful and domineering black oriental dragon head was exposed in front of everyone's eyes.
But this is not over, Lin Daoge pulled the placket that had faded to the shoulder, lifted it out again, pulled the clothes down to the elbows, and then directly pulled his hand out of it, put down the clothes and let it hang naturally to the waist position, the other half of the clothes were also the same operation, and after a while, his entire upper body was exposed in the air.
Dragon claws, dragon body, dragon tail, dragon head, his entire upper body is tattooed with neatly dense black dragon scales, which from a distance looks as if he is wearing a layer of armor on his body.
The dragon's body is entangled, and the nine majestic dragon heads are evenly distributed in different positions on the front chest and back, and the dragon's claws and tail loom between the dragon's body.
"This person is still an underworld? No wonder the words are so unqualified."
"Could it be that he is from the Inner Realm?"
"I've heard that on the Chinese side, tattoos don't have as many rules as on our side"
Some students and spectators looked disgusted when they saw the tattoo on his body.
In neon, only people in the underworld will get tattoos, and there are very strict rules on tattoos, the higher the status, the larger the area of the pattern, on the contrary, the very low status, you can only tattoo a cute Peppa Pig, no one can overcome, otherwise you will be scratched, it is considered light.
And the underworld is neon, don't look at it, many people will be afraid when they see it, but people also look down on them in their hearts, so these people will show such expressions after seeing the tattoos on Lin Daoge's body.
He ignored everyone's surprised eyes, and stretched his sturdy upper body to his heart's content, making the dragon patterns on his body look vivid.
The surrounding fire burned more and more, and pieces of firelight shone on his body, rendering a bright red. At this time, Yuanyue's staff just moved the ingredients he needed, because the amount was relatively large, several staff members worked together, and they also moved sweaty, the most important thing is that the temperature next to the stove is too high.
Lin Douge looked at the mountain of ingredients piled up, selected the ingredients to be used, and threw them into the air, the kitchen knife in his hand directly turned into afterimages, and all kinds of ingredients were cut into neat and even materials, turned into various patterns of birds and beasts, and jumped into a large red-hot iron pot.
Then I saw him holding ten strips of cloth, swimming in mid-air like a spirit snake, and quickly swimming to the ten iron pots, tightly wrapping the handles, and controlling his hands.
As his hands continued to shake the strips of cloth, the ten large iron pots around him also turned the dishes in the pots at different frequencies.
The audience at the scene was stunned, is this a performance of the Chinese Acrobatic Troupe?! What kind of fairy operation is this?! Can stir-fry be so exaggerated and beautiful?
Through the bare skin of his upper body, Lin carefully felt the fire around him, let go of the control of some cloth strips from time to time, and then took a knife to pick out all kinds of vegetables, meats or ingredients that needed to be used from the pile of ingredients on the side, and used his amazing knife skills to cut the ingredients into exquisite patterns and send them to the required pot.
Lin Daoge was like a commander-in-chief, standing in the middle and flipping, consuming the ingredients little by little, until he had consumed all the ingredients, and the rays of light rushed out of the big iron pot around him one after another, a total of ten rays of light, because it was too bright, covering his figure.
When he stepped out of the light again, everyone looked at him as if they were looking at a god who came out of the light, a god of cooking.
(End of chapter)