Chapter 161
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Just thinking about it, Huai Shi couldn't help but shiver.
"Isn't the realm the same? Shanhuo Yun can accept it, why can't you accept the change in the sky?" Crow calmly asked, "Just relax, worst case scenario, it's just like changing the material of a package."
"But why did it become like this?"
"The entire border area of Dongxia is like this. To be precise, the entire border area of Asia is covered by this endless ocean. Every now and then, there are surges that sweep down from the sky, submerging everything... and then the rebuilding begins, waiting for the next surge to come."
"The situation in Rome is even worse. It is said that the entire city has sunk into the earth's crust, and the fires in the Middle East have not been extinguished. The steel city is built on top of the raging fires and lava..."
Crow sighed, "This is proof of leaving the realm, Huai Shi. In a relatively stable place like the border, there is no need to worry about other dangers, but don't think about returning to the cradle."
"Be tough, show some manly spirit. It's just a sea, pretend it doesn't exist."
Although he said that, with such a big thing, you can't pretend not to see it.
Huai Shi almost forced himself to lower his head, trying to forget about this matter, not worrying that the ocean above would suddenly come crashing down, and walked forward with a stiff scalp.
Next to him, a fat man traveling with him saw his stiff appearance and couldn't help but laugh, scratching his armpit and laughing in the stench.
"New face, young man, you look quite capable. Are you also a participant in this year's Demon-Slaying Competition?"
"Hmm? Ah, yes."
Huai Shi cautiously slowed down a bit, trying to avoid the suffocating stench, but soon found that it was even worse behind him, so he had to grit his teeth and speed up.
"Haha, come at me when the time comes!" The fat man grinned, looking quite passionate, "I won't lose to you!"
Unfortunately, with that figure, he didn't look like someone who could slay demons, and he even carried a cast-iron pot, like a cook.
Fortunately, not long after, the fat man slowed down and started chatting and laughing with the oily companions behind him, watching them carry huge boxes, heavy footsteps, and sturdy figures, all reminding Huai Shi that these were all formidable opponents.
Before long, Huai Shi had already walked to the brightly lit area near the amusement park and saw the surging crowd inside the open iron gate.
Not only were there people from Dongxia, Yingzhou, and Myanmar, but there were also quite a few white and black people walking among them, with fierce eyes and solemn expressions, watching the participants around them.
But their attire was always a bit strange, making Huai Shi feel that something was not quite right.
What's even more bizarre is that outside the gate, the bustling square was filled with stalls, and all sorts of strange-looking people were hawking various oddities.
"Come and take a look! A can of preserved herring, aged for thirty years, smells disgusting and tastes disgusting. Limited quantity, buy now!"
"Authentic bean juice, premium folded ear roots, everything you need, don't miss out!"
"Fresh rotten durian..."
"Authentic green hair poison wine, brewed with selected goblin leg hair, has been selected as a non-cultural relic of hell! Dad drinks it today, and you'll inherit it tomorrow!"
"Freshly cooked Abyss snail noodles with curry!"
"..."
"Oh my god!"
Huai Shi was hit by the stench coming towards him, staggered back, almost vomited, and turned pale. Crow looked at him puzzled, "What are you standing there for? Go buy something!"
"What should I buy?" Huai Shi asked, "Do I need these broken things to slay demons?"
"Are you misunderstanding something from the beginning?" Crow sighed, "When I said Demon-Slaying Competition, I didn't mean the kind of slaying..."
"Hmm?" Huai Shi was alert.
"...I meant the kind of cooking."
"What?"
Huai Shi turned around blankly, looking in the direction of the gate, where a sign was constantly changing, and finally settled into the appearance of Dongxia language.
[107th Chef-Demon Competition East Asia Regional Preliminary · Dongxia Arena]
"Please prepare, contestants."
A deep voice sounded from the loudspeaker, trembling as if it had two tongues, "In ten minutes, the competition will officially begin. Please maintain an orderly queue and do not violate the safety regulations in the arena, as violators will incur the curse of the Lords."
"..."
In the midst of the daze, Huai Shi turned back stiffly, looking at Crow with a helpless expression, and swallowed hard, "Can I still leave now?"
"And, due to the excessive number of contestants withdrawing from this round, the organizing committee has decided that participants with invitations but not competing will be uniformly punished."
The strange voice from the loudspeaker shouted loudly, "These cowards will be cursed by the judges and will only be able to eat curry with dog poop flavor and dog poop with curry flavor for the rest of their lives!"
In the awkward silence, Crow looked at Huai Shi with pity.
"...I don't think you can."
"Damn!"
Huai Shi, completely desperate.
.
.
It should be said that this competition is too damn crazy, or it's worthy of being a competition organized by the Lords, always full of the crazy characteristics of hell.
Even the pursuit of the results is so different.If the Chef God Contest is about who can cook the best, then the Chef Demon Contest is...
Yes, it's about who can cook the worst!
According to the organizing committee, the so-called gourmet food has its limits no matter how hard you try.
But there's no limit to how bad food can be!
There's no "worst," only "worse"!
The so-called Chef Demon Contest is a competition to see who can make the worst dish!
Since its inception a hundred years ago, it has attracted many strong participants from the realm, border, and even hell, creating many miracles and nightmarish results.
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Now, the standard attire for watching the competition includes wearing a gas mask, the kind that covers the entire head.
Originally, just a simple mask would have sufficed, but since the champion of the ninth contest presented a pot of "Demon Jumping Wall" in the finals, one-third of the audience fell into severe depression and despair after smelling the terrifying odor, losing hope for survival and committing suicide in the following months, leaving a lasting impact.
After that, everyone had to spend a little more money to protect their lives.
Even the preliminary rounds in the East Asia region's eastern division are full of hidden talents, and Huai Shi can only tremble in fear.
He feels like he's going to die.
How can he compete?
He can't win!
He's already destined to lose!
"Don't be discouraged, believe in yourself, you will definitely create a miracle!" Crow, who had somehow put on a crow's beak gas mask, patted his shoulder with a deep voice. "I will be cheering for you in the audience."
"What's this!" Huai Shi was confused. "Aren't you coming with me?"
"Why would I go with you? It's too smelly! Uh, I mean..." Crow coughed. "The competition rules are strict, and they don't allow pets. Besides, I'm just a helpless little crow, I can't help you! Anyway, I've given you the tools, you've bought the ingredients, so... use your creativity!"
With that, Crow left Huai Shi alone and flew away.
Left alone, Huai Shi stood still, tears in his eyes, and walked into the contestants' rest area under the fierce gaze of the security guards.
Then, he stood stiff in place.
In the contestants' rest area, Huai Shi felt the aura of strong individuals from all directions, as well as a foul smell. It was only then, among the dozens of white, bare arms, that Huai Shi remembered that everyone here was once a strong individual who sweated profusely in the kitchen!
Elite of the dark cooking world!
Either they had been cooking in the school cafeteria for over ten years, or they had been working as a chef on the green-skinned train for over five years, or they had been using recycled oil and artificial flavors to create nightmarish flavors...
As Huai Shi walked in, several fierce glances were cast his way. After seeing that it was a pale and trembling weakling, they snorted disdainfully and looked away.
Several substantial glances collided in the air.
Sparks flew.
"Hmph, Lao Wang, give up. The orthodox dark cooking is in the university world!"
In the center of the room, a middle-aged woman stood with her hands on her hips and turned around, saying coldly, "I've been working at the university for fourteen years to refine the secret recipe. Your petty tricks can't beat my lousy tomato stir-fried mooncakes!"
You're proud of bullying innocent college students!
"Hmph!" Lao Wang crossed his arms and sneered. "Those things that fool kids, they can't compare to our train hell cooking! The expression and inner joy that appear when you swallow the food in the closed feeling of nowhere to escape... Sister, you'll never understand!"
You're proud of making bad food, and what's wrong with Sister? Are you having a feud within your sect?
Please don't persecute this innocent young man. Can't you just have a private kitchen competition?
Before Huai Shi could even spit out the blood in his mouth, he heard a chilling, sharp laughter coming from the dark corner of the room where the light couldn't reach.
"Kek, what's the hurry for you two young ones who are just here to make up the numbers." The sinister, hunched old man raised his murky eyes and shot a cold light. "In this competition, our Emei Mountain Golden Summit Sect is sure to win! Today, we'll show you the power of our famous cuisine! Every bite will make you ache!
What kind of sect is the Golden Summit Sect?
Are you proud of ripping off tourists?
Are you holding a martial arts competition? Can you please stop showing off your skills?
Huai Shi was already on the verge of madness from the overwhelming aura of the strong. Just as the other two senior brothers and sisters were about to retort, the door suddenly burst open.
In the deep, heavy footsteps, a deep voice loudly announced from outside the door, "Master Chef Liu from the authentic Dijin Cat's Ear Buns Hundred-Year-Old Shop is here to compete!"
In an instant, the room fell silent, and Huai Shi saw countless waves of source material surging into the air, and countless broken pots and pans vibrated in unison, even the stinking fish in the basket struggled to jump.
It was like the sound of a thousand swords.
Paying homage to the master!
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Just thinking about it, Huai Shi couldn't help but shiver.
"Isn't the realm the same? Shanhuo Yun can accept it, why can't you accept the change in the sky?" Crow calmly asked, "Just relax, worst case scenario, it's just like changing the material of a package."
"But why did it become like this?"
"The entire border area of Dongxia is like this. To be precise, the entire border area of Asia is covered by this endless ocean. Every now and then, there are surges that sweep down from the sky, submerging everything... and then the rebuilding begins, waiting for the next surge to come."
"The situation in Rome is even worse. It is said that the entire city has sunk into the earth's crust, and the fires in the Middle East have not been extinguished. The steel city is built on top of the raging fires and lava..."
Crow sighed, "This is proof of leaving the realm, Huai Shi. In a relatively stable place like the border, there is no need to worry about other dangers, but don't think about returning to the cradle."
"Be tough, show some manly spirit. It's just a sea, pretend it doesn't exist."
Although he said that, with such a big thing, you can't pretend not to see it.
Huai Shi almost forced himself to lower his head, trying to forget about this matter, not worrying that the ocean above would suddenly come crashing down, and walked forward with a stiff scalp.
Next to him, a fat man traveling with him saw his stiff appearance and couldn't help but laugh, scratching his armpit and laughing in the stench.
"New face, young man, you look quite capable. Are you also a participant in this year's Demon-Slaying Competition?"
"Hmm? Ah, yes."
Huai Shi cautiously slowed down a bit, trying to avoid the suffocating stench, but soon found that it was even worse behind him, so he had to grit his teeth and speed up.
"Haha, come at me when the time comes!" The fat man grinned, looking quite passionate, "I won't lose to you!"
Unfortunately, with that figure, he didn't look like someone who could slay demons, and he even carried a cast-iron pot, like a cook.
Fortunately, not long after, the fat man slowed down and started chatting and laughing with the oily companions behind him, watching them carry huge boxes, heavy footsteps, and sturdy figures, all reminding Huai Shi that these were all formidable opponents.
Before long, Huai Shi had already walked to the brightly lit area near the amusement park and saw the surging crowd inside the open iron gate.
Not only were there people from Dongxia, Yingzhou, and Myanmar, but there were also quite a few white and black people walking among them, with fierce eyes and solemn expressions, watching the participants around them.
But their attire was always a bit strange, making Huai Shi feel that something was not quite right.
What's even more bizarre is that outside the gate, the bustling square was filled with stalls, and all sorts of strange-looking people were hawking various oddities.
"Come and take a look! A can of preserved herring, aged for thirty years, smells disgusting and tastes disgusting. Limited quantity, buy now!"
"Authentic bean juice, premium folded ear roots, everything you need, don't miss out!"
"Fresh rotten durian..."
"Authentic green hair poison wine, brewed with selected goblin leg hair, has been selected as a non-cultural relic of hell! Dad drinks it today, and you'll inherit it tomorrow!"
"Freshly cooked Abyss snail noodles with curry!"
"..."
"Oh my god!"
Huai Shi was hit by the stench coming towards him, staggered back, almost vomited, and turned pale. Crow looked at him puzzled, "What are you standing there for? Go buy something!"
"What should I buy?" Huai Shi asked, "Do I need these broken things to slay demons?"
"Are you misunderstanding something from the beginning?" Crow sighed, "When I said Demon-Slaying Competition, I didn't mean the kind of slaying..."
"Hmm?" Huai Shi was alert.
"...I meant the kind of cooking."
"What?"
Huai Shi turned around blankly, looking in the direction of the gate, where a sign was constantly changing, and finally settled into the appearance of Dongxia language.
[107th Chef-Demon Competition East Asia Regional Preliminary · Dongxia Arena]
"Please prepare, contestants."
A deep voice sounded from the loudspeaker, trembling as if it had two tongues, "In ten minutes, the competition will officially begin. Please maintain an orderly queue and do not violate the safety regulations in the arena, as violators will incur the curse of the Lords."
"..."
In the midst of the daze, Huai Shi turned back stiffly, looking at Crow with a helpless expression, and swallowed hard, "Can I still leave now?"
"And, due to the excessive number of contestants withdrawing from this round, the organizing committee has decided that participants with invitations but not competing will be uniformly punished."
The strange voice from the loudspeaker shouted loudly, "These cowards will be cursed by the judges and will only be able to eat curry with dog poop flavor and dog poop with curry flavor for the rest of their lives!"
In the awkward silence, Crow looked at Huai Shi with pity.
"...I don't think you can."
"Damn!"
Huai Shi, completely desperate.
.
.
It should be said that this competition is too damn crazy, or it's worthy of being a competition organized by the Lords, always full of the crazy characteristics of hell.
Even the pursuit of the results is so different.If the Chef God Contest is about who can cook the best, then the Chef Demon Contest is...
Yes, it's about who can cook the worst!
According to the organizing committee, the so-called gourmet food has its limits no matter how hard you try.
But there's no limit to how bad food can be!
There's no "worst," only "worse"!
The so-called Chef Demon Contest is a competition to see who can make the worst dish!
Since its inception a hundred years ago, it has attracted many strong participants from the realm, border, and even hell, creating many miracles and nightmarish results.
To access the premium content, go to [ ℙawℝead.com ].
Now, the standard attire for watching the competition includes wearing a gas mask, the kind that covers the entire head.
Originally, just a simple mask would have sufficed, but since the champion of the ninth contest presented a pot of "Demon Jumping Wall" in the finals, one-third of the audience fell into severe depression and despair after smelling the terrifying odor, losing hope for survival and committing suicide in the following months, leaving a lasting impact.
After that, everyone had to spend a little more money to protect their lives.
Even the preliminary rounds in the East Asia region's eastern division are full of hidden talents, and Huai Shi can only tremble in fear.
He feels like he's going to die.
How can he compete?
He can't win!
He's already destined to lose!
"Don't be discouraged, believe in yourself, you will definitely create a miracle!" Crow, who had somehow put on a crow's beak gas mask, patted his shoulder with a deep voice. "I will be cheering for you in the audience."
"What's this!" Huai Shi was confused. "Aren't you coming with me?"
"Why would I go with you? It's too smelly! Uh, I mean..." Crow coughed. "The competition rules are strict, and they don't allow pets. Besides, I'm just a helpless little crow, I can't help you! Anyway, I've given you the tools, you've bought the ingredients, so... use your creativity!"
With that, Crow left Huai Shi alone and flew away.
Left alone, Huai Shi stood still, tears in his eyes, and walked into the contestants' rest area under the fierce gaze of the security guards.
Then, he stood stiff in place.
In the contestants' rest area, Huai Shi felt the aura of strong individuals from all directions, as well as a foul smell. It was only then, among the dozens of white, bare arms, that Huai Shi remembered that everyone here was once a strong individual who sweated profusely in the kitchen!
Elite of the dark cooking world!
Either they had been cooking in the school cafeteria for over ten years, or they had been working as a chef on the green-skinned train for over five years, or they had been using recycled oil and artificial flavors to create nightmarish flavors...
As Huai Shi walked in, several fierce glances were cast his way. After seeing that it was a pale and trembling weakling, they snorted disdainfully and looked away.
Several substantial glances collided in the air.
Sparks flew.
"Hmph, Lao Wang, give up. The orthodox dark cooking is in the university world!"
In the center of the room, a middle-aged woman stood with her hands on her hips and turned around, saying coldly, "I've been working at the university for fourteen years to refine the secret recipe. Your petty tricks can't beat my lousy tomato stir-fried mooncakes!"
You're proud of bullying innocent college students!
"Hmph!" Lao Wang crossed his arms and sneered. "Those things that fool kids, they can't compare to our train hell cooking! The expression and inner joy that appear when you swallow the food in the closed feeling of nowhere to escape... Sister, you'll never understand!"
You're proud of making bad food, and what's wrong with Sister? Are you having a feud within your sect?
Please don't persecute this innocent young man. Can't you just have a private kitchen competition?
Before Huai Shi could even spit out the blood in his mouth, he heard a chilling, sharp laughter coming from the dark corner of the room where the light couldn't reach.
"Kek, what's the hurry for you two young ones who are just here to make up the numbers." The sinister, hunched old man raised his murky eyes and shot a cold light. "In this competition, our Emei Mountain Golden Summit Sect is sure to win! Today, we'll show you the power of our famous cuisine! Every bite will make you ache!
What kind of sect is the Golden Summit Sect?
Are you proud of ripping off tourists?
Are you holding a martial arts competition? Can you please stop showing off your skills?
Huai Shi was already on the verge of madness from the overwhelming aura of the strong. Just as the other two senior brothers and sisters were about to retort, the door suddenly burst open.
In the deep, heavy footsteps, a deep voice loudly announced from outside the door, "Master Chef Liu from the authentic Dijin Cat's Ear Buns Hundred-Year-Old Shop is here to compete!"
In an instant, the room fell silent, and Huai Shi saw countless waves of source material surging into the air, and countless broken pots and pans vibrated in unison, even the stinking fish in the basket struggled to jump.
It was like the sound of a thousand swords.
Paying homage to the master!
Just thinking about it, Huai Shi couldn't help but shiver."Isn't the realm the same? Shanhuo Yun can accept it, why can't you accept the change in the sky?" Crow calmly asked, "Just relax, worst case scenario, it's just like changing the material of a package.""But why did it become like this?""The entire border area of Dongxia is like this. To be precise, the entire border area of Asia is covered by this endless ocean. Every now and then, there are surges that sweep down from the sky, submerging everything... and then the rebuilding begins, waiting for the next surge to come.""The situation in Rome is even worse. It is said that the entire city has sunk into the earth's crust, and the fires in the Middle East have not been extinguished. The steel city is built on top of the raging fires and lava..."Crow sighed, "This is proof of leaving the realm, Huai Shi. In a relatively stable place like the border, there is no need to worry about other dangers, but don't think about returning to the cradle.""Be tough, show some manly spirit. It's just a sea, pretend it doesn't exist."Although he said that, with such a big thing, you can't pretend not to see it.Huai Shi almost forced himself to lower his head, trying to forget about this matter, not worrying that the ocean above would suddenly come crashing down, and walked forward with a stiff scalp.Next to him, a fat man traveling with him saw his stiff appearance and couldn't help but laugh, scratching his armpit and laughing in the stench."New face, young man, you look quite capable. Are you also a participant in this year's Demon-Slaying Competition?""Hmm? Ah, yes."Huai Shi cautiously slowed down a bit, trying to avoid the suffocating stench, but soon found that it was even worse behind him, so he had to grit his teeth and speed up."Haha, come at me when the time comes!" The fat man grinned, looking quite passionate, "I won't lose to you!"Unfortunately, with that figure, he didn't look like someone who could slay demons, and he even carried a cast-iron pot, like a cook.Fortunately, not long after, the fat man slowed down and started chatting and laughing with the oily companions behind him, watching them carry huge boxes, heavy footsteps, and sturdy figures, all reminding Huai Shi that these were all formidable opponents.Before long, Huai Shi had already walked to the brightly lit area near the amusement park and saw the surging crowd inside the open iron gate.Not only were there people from Dongxia, Yingzhou, and Myanmar, but there were also quite a few white and black people walking among them, with fierce eyes and solemn expressions, watching the participants around them.But their attire was always a bit strange, making Huai Shi feel that something was not quite right.What's even more bizarre is that outside the gate, the bustling square was filled with stalls, and all sorts of strange-looking people were hawking various oddities."Come and take a look! A can of preserved herring, aged for thirty years, smells disgusting and tastes disgusting. Limited quantity, buy now!""Authentic bean juice, premium folded ear roots, everything you need, don't miss out!""Fresh rotten durian...""Authentic green hair poison wine, brewed with selected goblin leg hair, has been selected as a non-cultural relic of hell! Dad drinks it today, and you'll inherit it tomorrow!""Freshly cooked Abyss snail noodles with curry!""...""Oh my god!"Huai Shi was hit by the stench coming towards him, staggered back, almost vomited, and turned pale. Crow looked at him puzzled, "What are you standing there for? Go buy something!""What should I buy?" Huai Shi asked, "Do I need these broken things to slay demons?""Are you misunderstanding something from the beginning?" Crow sighed, "When I said Demon-Slaying Competition, I didn't mean the kind of slaying...""Hmm?" Huai Shi was alert."...I meant the kind of cooking.""What?"Huai Shi turned around blankly, looking in the direction of the gate, where a sign was constantly changing, and finally settled into the appearance of Dongxia language.107th Chef-Demon Competition East Asia Regional Preliminary Dongxia Arena"Please prepare, contestants."A deep voice sounded from the loudspeaker, trembling as if it had two tongues, "In ten minutes, the competition will officially begin. Please maintain an orderly queue and do not violate the safety regulations in the arena, as violators will incur the curse of the Lords.""..."In the midst of the daze, Huai Shi turned back stiffly, looking at Crow with a helpless expression, and swallowed hard, "Can I still leave now?""And, due to the excessive number of contestants withdrawing from this round, the organizing committee has decided that participants with invitations but not competing will be uniformly punished."The strange voice from the loudspeaker shouted loudly, "These cowards will be cursed by the judges and will only be able to eat curry with dog poop flavor and dog poop with curry flavor for the rest of their lives!"In the awkward silence, Crow looked at Huai Shi with pity."...I don't think you can.""Damn!"Huai Shi, completely desperate...It should be said that this competition is too damn crazy, or it's worthy of being a competition organized by the Lords, always full of the crazy characteristics of hell.Even the pursuit of the results is so different.If the Chef God Contest is about who can cook the best, then the Chef Demon Contest is...Yes, it's about who can cook the worst!According to the organizing committee, the so-called gourmet food has its limits no matter how hard you try.But there's no limit to how bad food can be!There's no "worst," only "worse"!The so-called Chef Demon Contest is a competition to see who can make the worst dish!Since its inception a hundred years ago, it has attracted many strong participants from the realm, border, and even hell, creating many miracles and nightmarish results.To access the premium content, go to awead.com .Now, the standard attire for watching the competition includes wearing a gas mask, the kind that covers the entire head.Originally, just a simple mask would have sufficed, but since the champion of the ninth contest presented a pot of "Demon Jumping Wall" in the finals, one-third of the audience fell into severe depression and despair after smelling the terrifying odor, losing hope for survival and committing suicide in the following months, leaving a lasting impact.After that, everyone had to spend a little more money to protect their lives.Even the preliminary rounds in the East Asia region's eastern division are full of hidden talents, and Huai Shi can only tremble in fear.He feels like he's going to die.How can he compete?He can't win!He's already destined to lose!"Don't be discouraged, believe in yourself, you will definitely create a miracle!" Crow, who had somehow put on a crow's beak gas mask, patted his shoulder with a deep voice. "I will be cheering for you in the audience.""What's this!" Huai Shi was confused. "Aren't you coming with me?""Why would I go with you? It's too smelly! Uh, I mean..." Crow coughed. "The competition rules are strict, and they don't allow pets. Besides, I'm just a helpless little crow, I can't help you! Anyway, I've given you the tools, you've bought the ingredients, so... use your creativity!"With that, Crow left Huai Shi alone and flew away.Left alone, Huai Shi stood still, tears in his eyes, and walked into the contestants' rest area under the fierce gaze of the security guards.Then, he stood stiff in place.In the contestants' rest area, Huai Shi felt the aura of strong individuals from all directions, as well as a foul smell. It was only then, among the dozens of white, bare arms, that Huai Shi remembered that everyone here was once a strong individual who sweated profusely in the kitchen!Elite of the dark cooking world!Either they had been cooking in the school cafeteria for over ten years, or they had been working as a chef on the green-skinned train for over five years, or they had been using recycled oil and artificial flavors to create nightmarish flavors...As Huai Shi walked in, several fierce glances were cast his way. After seeing that it was a pale and trembling weakling, they snorted disdainfully and looked away.Several substantial glances collided in the air.Sparks flew."Hmph, Lao Wang, give up. The orthodox dark cooking is in the university world!"In the center of the room, a middle-aged woman stood with her hands on her hips and turned around, saying coldly, "I've been working at the university for fourteen years to refine the secret recipe. Your petty tricks can't beat my lousy tomato stir-fried mooncakes!"You're proud of bullying innocent college students!"Hmph!" Lao Wang crossed his arms and sneered. "Those things that fool kids, they can't compare to our train hell cooking! The expression and inner joy that appear when you swallow the food in the closed feeling of nowhere to escape... Sister, you'll never understand!"You're proud of making bad food, and what's wrong with Sister? Are you having a feud within your sect?Please don't persecute this innocent young man. Can't you just have a private kitchen competition?Before Huai Shi could even spit out the blood in his mouth, he heard a chilling, sharp laughter coming from the dark corner of the room where the light couldn't reach."Kek, what's the hurry for you two young ones who are just here to make up the numbers." The sinister, hunched old man raised his murky eyes and shot a cold light. "In this competition, our Emei Mountain Golden Summit Sect is sure to win! Today, we'll show you the power of our famous cuisine! Every bite will make you ache!What kind of sect is the Golden Summit Sect?Are you proud of ripping off tourists?Are you holding a martial arts competition? Can you please stop showing off your skills?Huai Shi was already on the verge of madness from the overwhelming aura of the strong. Just as the other two senior brothers and sisters were about to retort, the door suddenly burst open.In the deep, heavy footsteps, a deep voice loudly announced from outside the door, "Master Chef Liu from the authentic Dijin Cat's Ear Buns Hundred-Year-Old Shop is here to compete!"In an instant, the room fell silent, and Huai Shi saw countless waves of source material surging into the air, and countless broken pots and pans vibrated in unison, even the stinking fish in the basket struggled to jump.It was like the sound of a thousand swords.Paying homage to the master!
