Chapter 163
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"It's oil."
The goblin smiled and continued to speak with a stutter, "I used, used water oil, mixed with green hair poison wine!"
In an instant, the judges were stunned, then amazed, and applauded.
"Marvelous combination!"
"Excellent taste!"
"It can be said to be a labor of love!"
Soon, the judges put down their empty bowls, wiped their mouths, and then looked at each other. The hippopotamus spoke, "Unfortunately, it's not up to standard!"
The skinny man raised his hand, "Three points."
The one-eyed tentacle monster raised the sign, "Four points."
The pale translucent female ghost shook her head, "Two points."
Sitting at the back, a towering black figure made a deep voice, "One point."
With a maximum score of ten, not a single judge gave a passing grade.
"It can't be, impossible!"
The goblin staggered back, unable to accept the criticism, and climbed onto the table, pointing at the hippopotamus's face and cursing, "What nonsense about heart! What nonsense heart! Does the chef's mood affect the taste of the food?"
"I know what you want to ask, why did we just give a good review, right?" The hippopotamus casually wiped the silver ear fragments from his teeth with a handkerchief and said, "It's simple, because the ingredients you used are of the highest quality. It's clear that you spent a lot of money, and your cooking skills are barely passable.
Anyway, as long as the ingredients are good enough, any mediocre cooking skills can produce similar results. But there's one thing you completely lack." The hippopotamus raised a finger and solemnly said, "I can't feel your intentions in your food!"
He said, "Your cooking lacks heart!"
"Nonsense!"
The goblin was furious and couldn't accept such a ridiculous excuse. He climbed onto the table and pointed at the hippopotamus's face, cursing, "What nonsense about heart! What nonsense heart! Does the chef's mood affect the taste of the food?"
"Ignorant."
"Shallow!"
"Pitiful..."
The judges didn't get angry, but instead looked at the goblin with pity, as if they were looking at a frog at the bottom of a well.
At the back, the mysterious black figure spoke in a cold voice, "Too foolish, obsessed with appearances, but ignoring the essence... I ask you, what is food?"
The goblin was stunned.
"There is only one answer."
The black figure raised a finger, "Food is the basis of survival, the need of all living things, an innate need of life and an indispensable part!
Because of this, it has been endowed with many values and carries many expectations!"
The voice of the black figure was like thunder, "If tasting good food is an innate desire of all living beings, then the dark cuisine required by the Dark Chef Competition is the most primitive, ancient, and cruel essence of malice!"
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"Do we need processors like kitchen helpers? Are we just machines that follow recipes step by step?"
The black figure looked around and asked, "What we are waiting for is the essence forged by disaster and despair! What we desire is demon cuisine that allows us to indulge in chewing!"
"And you, are not up to standard!"
Under the pointing of the black figure, the goblin knelt down, pale, but still unwilling, "I refuse! Why do you say my cooking lacks heart!"
He was so angry that he even stopped stuttering, "I refuse!"
The black figure waved his hand slightly, indicating the guards to step aside.
Soon, a cold attendant walked forward and placed a plate on the table.
"This is the leftover from the previous contestant. If you really have the heart of a chef, then taste it!"
The goblin was stunned for a long time, looking at the broken chocolate mille-feuille in front of him, unable to believe how something like this could surpass his own work.
But when he reached out and picked up a piece of the shard and put it in his mouth, he froze.
His pale face turned ashen.
Unbelievable.
As if struck by lightning, and as if he had suddenly realized something.
From his daze, he left behind a trail of murky tears.
"Why?" he shouted to the sky, "Why isn't my son my own! How am I inferior to the goblin next door... Heavens, why!"
With tears of blood, he cried out, choked up, and suddenly tore off his belt, wrapped it around the railing, and hung himself.
Not long after, he stopped moving.
Dead.
Huai Shi stared blankly at all of this, and when he saw the remaining chocolate mille-feuille on the ground, he couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Is the heart of the chefs in the dark cuisine world so powerful!
I'm afraid that even a little bit of light can prolong life!
But in an instant, he paused and then realized.
Wait, prolong life?
Isn't that alchemy?
In other words...
In an instant, his eyes lit up.And in the audience, Crow couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, "I just realized now, how slow this kid's nerves really are."
That's right, the poorly cooked food in this so-called Devil's Cooking Contest is just superficial.
The real competition stems from the malice and darkness of the cooks themselves.
It's truly deserving of the name 'Dark Cooking World'!
And in this regard, you, the creator of negative energy... should feel right at home!
As time slowly passed, fifteen minutes flashed by.
The contestants all submitted their works, either successfully advancing or being swept out the door in defeat.
Gradually, in the end, only Huai Shi stood in front of the iron pot.
As the audience grew impatient, Huai Shi lifted the lid, scooped up the boiled taro balls with a ladle, poured them onto ice, and then brought out a large block of ice from the refrigerator. With both hands spread out, he picked up two kitchen knives and chopped away at the ice with a clattering sound.
The rumbling noise even drowned out the audience's jeers.
After countless ice crystals flew and scattered, what remained in place were four evenly sized ice bowls.
The crushed ice powder was piled up on the cutting board, forming a small mountain.
Hippo couldn't help but chuckle, "The young man still has a sense of ceremony."
"It's just a failed outcome anyway." The thin man withdrew his gaze disinterestedly. "This kind of shaved ice has nothing new to offer."
Almost as the countdown bell rang, Huai Shi quickly prepared the shaved ice, placed the taro balls, and then sprinkled on cream, chocolate sauce, and matcha powder, among other ingredients.
Four bowls of cool shaved ice were ready.
Placed in front of the judges.
The witch looked coldly at him, "Kid, if you're hoping to win a prize with that subpar knife skills, you've come to the wrong place... after putting on a show for so long, bringing up a bowl of trash, don't expect to score any points."
"Stay calm."
Huai Shi took a step back and smiled, "It hasn't been infused with a soul yet..."
With that, Huai Shi raised his right arm in front of his chest, and gently twirled his thumb, index finger, and middle finger, as if dancing, swaying his waist and gently moving his fingertips. A gray dust fell from his fingertips as if in a sacred prayer.
In the bewildered eyes of the judges, the dust brushed over his elbow and evenly sprinkled onto the shaved ice.
In an instant, it silently disappeared into the layers of frost, as if it had vanished.
But in an instant, everyone could feel that this bowl of shaved ice was different!
As if it had a soul!
"Fortune Shaved Ice, please."
Huai Shi smiled and gestured.
Hippo was momentarily stunned, but soon furrowed his brow, picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of shaved ice, and put it in his mouth, his expression expectant.
Soon, he realized, and directly picked up the bowl of shaved ice, devouring it madly. In the end, he even stuffed the bowl into his mouth, chewing it crisply.
The crisp texture and impactful flavor spread throughout the entire venue in sync with the taste buds.
There was no more noise or jeers.
Everyone stood still.
As if frozen.
Their faces turned ashen, their bodies twitching violently, and in the end, gradually losing color, as if they had lost their strength from long hours of toil and labor, filled with exhaustion.
"This is... this is..."
After a long time, Hippo slowly raised his head, a tear of nostalgia falling from the corner of his eye. "Ah, this kind of cold impact and full of malice, the inevitable frustration and sadness... like endless overtime and toil, in the false adrenaline born of self-deception, the body is gradually emptied... but an inexplicable sense of happiness emerges in the heart."
He picked up a napkin, wiped the corner of his eye slowly, and regained his composure, judging from the heart:
"Marvelous!"
"Pure despair and malice! What a pure cooking heart!"
The thin man took a bite and didn't eat anymore, but his eyes seemed to ignite with an excited flame, sending shivers down the spine. "Ah, it's as if I can see a 996 office worker coming home to find a stranger lying in his wife's bed! From anger to exhaustion, and in the end, choosing to forgive... I actually felt a sense of liberation, as if 'this isn't so bad'."
The witch leaned over the ice bowl, took a deep breath, and then shivered as if she had taken drugs.
And the ice bowl silently melted into water."Wow, the happiness overflowing directly from the chef's heart is so nostalgic!" She pursed her lips. "By skillfully diluting its intensity with frost, it makes this happiness even more enduring... Yes, this kind of satisfaction truly deserves the name of blessing. Although the technique is immature, the creativity is admirable."
In the long silence, only the sound of chewing from the back remained.
The massive figure leisurely savored Huai Shi's cooking, spoonful after spoonful, methodically. In the end, he gently set down the bowl.
After pointing out the flaws in the goblin's dish until now, he finally spoke.
Just one word.
"Good."
Four score cards were raised.
Seven points, seven points, eight points, six points.
Preliminary round, passed!
A new name appeared on the list of the top sixteen.
Huai Shi, advanced!
"Sorry for the poor hospitality!"
Huai Shi took off the apron and smiled as he walked towards the rest area.
Different from the confusion and unease fifteen minutes ago, at this moment, his heart was filled with calmness and confidence. If it were to be expressed in words, it could be summed up in one sentence!
—The King of Chefs, I am determined!
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"It's oil."
The goblin smiled and continued to speak with a stutter, "I used, used water oil, mixed with green hair poison wine!"
In an instant, the judges were stunned, then amazed, and applauded.
"Marvelous combination!"
"Excellent taste!"
"It can be said to be a labor of love!"
Soon, the judges put down their empty bowls, wiped their mouths, and then looked at each other. The hippopotamus spoke, "Unfortunately, it's not up to standard!"
The skinny man raised his hand, "Three points."
The one-eyed tentacle monster raised the sign, "Four points."
The pale translucent female ghost shook her head, "Two points."
Sitting at the back, a towering black figure made a deep voice, "One point."
With a maximum score of ten, not a single judge gave a passing grade.
"It can't be, impossible!"
The goblin staggered back, unable to accept the criticism, and climbed onto the table, pointing at the hippopotamus's face and cursing, "What nonsense about heart! What nonsense heart! Does the chef's mood affect the taste of the food?"
"I know what you want to ask, why did we just give a good review, right?" The hippopotamus casually wiped the silver ear fragments from his teeth with a handkerchief and said, "It's simple, because the ingredients you used are of the highest quality. It's clear that you spent a lot of money, and your cooking skills are barely passable.
Anyway, as long as the ingredients are good enough, any mediocre cooking skills can produce similar results. But there's one thing you completely lack." The hippopotamus raised a finger and solemnly said, "I can't feel your intentions in your food!"
He said, "Your cooking lacks heart!"
"Nonsense!"
The goblin was furious and couldn't accept such a ridiculous excuse. He climbed onto the table and pointed at the hippopotamus's face, cursing, "What nonsense about heart! What nonsense heart! Does the chef's mood affect the taste of the food?"
"Ignorant."
"Shallow!"
"Pitiful..."
The judges didn't get angry, but instead looked at the goblin with pity, as if they were looking at a frog at the bottom of a well.
At the back, the mysterious black figure spoke in a cold voice, "Too foolish, obsessed with appearances, but ignoring the essence... I ask you, what is food?"
The goblin was stunned.
"There is only one answer."
The black figure raised a finger, "Food is the basis of survival, the need of all living things, an innate need of life and an indispensable part!
Because of this, it has been endowed with many values and carries many expectations!"
The voice of the black figure was like thunder, "If tasting good food is an innate desire of all living beings, then the dark cuisine required by the Dark Chef Competition is the most primitive, ancient, and cruel essence of malice!"
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"Do we need processors like kitchen helpers? Are we just machines that follow recipes step by step?"
The black figure looked around and asked, "What we are waiting for is the essence forged by disaster and despair! What we desire is demon cuisine that allows us to indulge in chewing!"
"And you, are not up to standard!"
Under the pointing of the black figure, the goblin knelt down, pale, but still unwilling, "I refuse! Why do you say my cooking lacks heart!"
He was so angry that he even stopped stuttering, "I refuse!"
The black figure waved his hand slightly, indicating the guards to step aside.
Soon, a cold attendant walked forward and placed a plate on the table.
"This is the leftover from the previous contestant. If you really have the heart of a chef, then taste it!"
The goblin was stunned for a long time, looking at the broken chocolate mille-feuille in front of him, unable to believe how something like this could surpass his own work.
But when he reached out and picked up a piece of the shard and put it in his mouth, he froze.
His pale face turned ashen.
Unbelievable.
As if struck by lightning, and as if he had suddenly realized something.
From his daze, he left behind a trail of murky tears.
"Why?" he shouted to the sky, "Why isn't my son my own! How am I inferior to the goblin next door... Heavens, why!"
With tears of blood, he cried out, choked up, and suddenly tore off his belt, wrapped it around the railing, and hung himself.
Not long after, he stopped moving.
Dead.
Huai Shi stared blankly at all of this, and when he saw the remaining chocolate mille-feuille on the ground, he couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Is the heart of the chefs in the dark cuisine world so powerful!
I'm afraid that even a little bit of light can prolong life!
But in an instant, he paused and then realized.
Wait, prolong life?
Isn't that alchemy?
In other words...
In an instant, his eyes lit up.And in the audience, Crow couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, "I just realized now, how slow this kid's nerves really are."
That's right, the poorly cooked food in this so-called Devil's Cooking Contest is just superficial.
The real competition stems from the malice and darkness of the cooks themselves.
It's truly deserving of the name 'Dark Cooking World'!
And in this regard, you, the creator of negative energy... should feel right at home!
As time slowly passed, fifteen minutes flashed by.
The contestants all submitted their works, either successfully advancing or being swept out the door in defeat.
Gradually, in the end, only Huai Shi stood in front of the iron pot.
As the audience grew impatient, Huai Shi lifted the lid, scooped up the boiled taro balls with a ladle, poured them onto ice, and then brought out a large block of ice from the refrigerator. With both hands spread out, he picked up two kitchen knives and chopped away at the ice with a clattering sound.
The rumbling noise even drowned out the audience's jeers.
After countless ice crystals flew and scattered, what remained in place were four evenly sized ice bowls.
The crushed ice powder was piled up on the cutting board, forming a small mountain.
Hippo couldn't help but chuckle, "The young man still has a sense of ceremony."
"It's just a failed outcome anyway." The thin man withdrew his gaze disinterestedly. "This kind of shaved ice has nothing new to offer."
Almost as the countdown bell rang, Huai Shi quickly prepared the shaved ice, placed the taro balls, and then sprinkled on cream, chocolate sauce, and matcha powder, among other ingredients.
Four bowls of cool shaved ice were ready.
Placed in front of the judges.
The witch looked coldly at him, "Kid, if you're hoping to win a prize with that subpar knife skills, you've come to the wrong place... after putting on a show for so long, bringing up a bowl of trash, don't expect to score any points."
"Stay calm."
Huai Shi took a step back and smiled, "It hasn't been infused with a soul yet..."
With that, Huai Shi raised his right arm in front of his chest, and gently twirled his thumb, index finger, and middle finger, as if dancing, swaying his waist and gently moving his fingertips. A gray dust fell from his fingertips as if in a sacred prayer.
In the bewildered eyes of the judges, the dust brushed over his elbow and evenly sprinkled onto the shaved ice.
In an instant, it silently disappeared into the layers of frost, as if it had vanished.
But in an instant, everyone could feel that this bowl of shaved ice was different!
As if it had a soul!
"Fortune Shaved Ice, please."
Huai Shi smiled and gestured.
Hippo was momentarily stunned, but soon furrowed his brow, picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of shaved ice, and put it in his mouth, his expression expectant.
Soon, he realized, and directly picked up the bowl of shaved ice, devouring it madly. In the end, he even stuffed the bowl into his mouth, chewing it crisply.
The crisp texture and impactful flavor spread throughout the entire venue in sync with the taste buds.
There was no more noise or jeers.
Everyone stood still.
As if frozen.
Their faces turned ashen, their bodies twitching violently, and in the end, gradually losing color, as if they had lost their strength from long hours of toil and labor, filled with exhaustion.
"This is... this is..."
After a long time, Hippo slowly raised his head, a tear of nostalgia falling from the corner of his eye. "Ah, this kind of cold impact and full of malice, the inevitable frustration and sadness... like endless overtime and toil, in the false adrenaline born of self-deception, the body is gradually emptied... but an inexplicable sense of happiness emerges in the heart."
He picked up a napkin, wiped the corner of his eye slowly, and regained his composure, judging from the heart:
"Marvelous!"
"Pure despair and malice! What a pure cooking heart!"
The thin man took a bite and didn't eat anymore, but his eyes seemed to ignite with an excited flame, sending shivers down the spine. "Ah, it's as if I can see a 996 office worker coming home to find a stranger lying in his wife's bed! From anger to exhaustion, and in the end, choosing to forgive... I actually felt a sense of liberation, as if 'this isn't so bad'."
The witch leaned over the ice bowl, took a deep breath, and then shivered as if she had taken drugs.
And the ice bowl silently melted into water."Wow, the happiness overflowing directly from the chef's heart is so nostalgic!" She pursed her lips. "By skillfully diluting its intensity with frost, it makes this happiness even more enduring... Yes, this kind of satisfaction truly deserves the name of blessing. Although the technique is immature, the creativity is admirable."
In the long silence, only the sound of chewing from the back remained.
The massive figure leisurely savored Huai Shi's cooking, spoonful after spoonful, methodically. In the end, he gently set down the bowl.
After pointing out the flaws in the goblin's dish until now, he finally spoke.
Just one word.
"Good."
Four score cards were raised.
Seven points, seven points, eight points, six points.
Preliminary round, passed!
A new name appeared on the list of the top sixteen.
Huai Shi, advanced!
"Sorry for the poor hospitality!"
Huai Shi took off the apron and smiled as he walked towards the rest area.
Different from the confusion and unease fifteen minutes ago, at this moment, his heart was filled with calmness and confidence. If it were to be expressed in words, it could be summed up in one sentence!
—The King of Chefs, I am determined!
"It's oil."The goblin smiled and continued to speak with a stutter, "I used, used water oil, mixed with green hair poison wine!"In an instant, the judges were stunned, then amazed, and applauded."Marvelous combination!""Excellent taste!""It can be said to be a labor of love!"Soon, the judges put down their empty bowls, wiped their mouths, and then looked at each other. The hippopotamus spoke, "Unfortunately, it's not up to standard!"The skinny man raised his hand, "Three points."The one-eyed tentacle monster raised the sign, "Four points."The pale translucent female ghost shook her head, "Two points."Sitting at the back, a towering black figure made a deep voice, "One point."With a maximum score of ten, not a single judge gave a passing grade."It can't be, impossible!"The goblin staggered back, unable to accept the criticism, and climbed onto the table, pointing at the hippopotamus's face and cursing, "What nonsense about heart! What nonsense heart! Does the chef's mood affect the taste of the food?""I know what you want to ask, why did we just give a good review, right?" The hippopotamus casually wiped the silver ear fragments from his teeth with a handkerchief and said, "It's simple, because the ingredients you used are of the highest quality. It's clear that you spent a lot of money, and your cooking skills are barely passable.Anyway, as long as the ingredients are good enough, any mediocre cooking skills can produce similar results. But there's one thing you completely lack." The hippopotamus raised a finger and solemnly said, "I can't feel your intentions in your food!"He said, "Your cooking lacks heart!""Nonsense!"The goblin was furious and couldn't accept such a ridiculous excuse. He climbed onto the table and pointed at the hippopotamus's face, cursing, "What nonsense about heart! What nonsense heart! Does the chef's mood affect the taste of the food?""Ignorant.""Shallow!""Pitiful..."The judges didn't get angry, but instead looked at the goblin with pity, as if they were looking at a frog at the bottom of a well.At the back, the mysterious black figure spoke in a cold voice, "Too foolish, obsessed with appearances, but ignoring the essence... I ask you, what is food?"The goblin was stunned."There is only one answer."The black figure raised a finger, "Food is the basis of survival, the need of all living things, an innate need of life and an indispensable part!Because of this, it has been endowed with many values and carries many expectations!"The voice of the black figure was like thunder, "If tasting good food is an innate desire of all living beings, then the dark cuisine required by the Dark Chef Competition is the most primitive, ancient, and cruel essence of malice!"To access the premium content, go to awead.com ."Do we need processors like kitchen helpers? Are we just machines that follow recipes step by step?"The black figure looked around and asked, "What we are waiting for is the essence forged by disaster and despair! What we desire is demon cuisine that allows us to indulge in chewing!""And you, are not up to standard!"Under the pointing of the black figure, the goblin knelt down, pale, but still unwilling, "I refuse! Why do you say my cooking lacks heart!"He was so angry that he even stopped stuttering, "I refuse!"The black figure waved his hand slightly, indicating the guards to step aside.Soon, a cold attendant walked forward and placed a plate on the table."This is the leftover from the previous contestant. If you really have the heart of a chef, then taste it!"The goblin was stunned for a long time, looking at the broken chocolate mille-feuille in front of him, unable to believe how something like this could surpass his own work.But when he reached out and picked up a piece of the shard and put it in his mouth, he froze.His pale face turned ashen.Unbelievable.As if struck by lightning, and as if he had suddenly realized something.From his daze, he left behind a trail of murky tears."Why?" he shouted to the sky, "Why isn't my son my own! How am I inferior to the goblin next door... Heavens, why!"With tears of blood, he cried out, choked up, and suddenly tore off his belt, wrapped it around the railing, and hung himself.Not long after, he stopped moving.Dead.Huai Shi stared blankly at all of this, and when he saw the remaining chocolate mille-feuille on the ground, he couldn't help but gasp in shock.Is the heart of the chefs in the dark cuisine world so powerful!I'm afraid that even a little bit of light can prolong life!But in an instant, he paused and then realized.Wait, prolong life?Isn't that alchemy?In other words...In an instant, his eyes lit up.And in the audience, Crow couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, "I just realized now, how slow this kid's nerves really are."That's right, the poorly cooked food in this so-called Devil's Cooking Contest is just superficial.The real competition stems from the malice and darkness of the cooks themselves.It's truly deserving of the name 'Dark Cooking World'!And in this regard, you, the creator of negative energy... should feel right at home!As time slowly passed, fifteen minutes flashed by.The contestants all submitted their works, either successfully advancing or being swept out the door in defeat.Gradually, in the end, only Huai Shi stood in front of the iron pot.As the audience grew impatient, Huai Shi lifted the lid, scooped up the boiled taro balls with a ladle, poured them onto ice, and then brought out a large block of ice from the refrigerator. With both hands spread out, he picked up two kitchen knives and chopped away at the ice with a clattering sound.The rumbling noise even drowned out the audience's jeers.After countless ice crystals flew and scattered, what remained in place were four evenly sized ice bowls.The crushed ice powder was piled up on the cutting board, forming a small mountain.Hippo couldn't help but chuckle, "The young man still has a sense of ceremony.""It's just a failed outcome anyway." The thin man withdrew his gaze disinterestedly. "This kind of shaved ice has nothing new to offer."Almost as the countdown bell rang, Huai Shi quickly prepared the shaved ice, placed the taro balls, and then sprinkled on cream, chocolate sauce, and matcha powder, among other ingredients.Four bowls of cool shaved ice were ready.Placed in front of the judges.The witch looked coldly at him, "Kid, if you're hoping to win a prize with that subpar knife skills, you've come to the wrong place... after putting on a show for so long, bringing up a bowl of trash, don't expect to score any points.""Stay calm."Huai Shi took a step back and smiled, "It hasn't been infused with a soul yet..."With that, Huai Shi raised his right arm in front of his chest, and gently twirled his thumb, index finger, and middle finger, as if dancing, swaying his waist and gently moving his fingertips. A gray dust fell from his fingertips as if in a sacred prayer.In the bewildered eyes of the judges, the dust brushed over his elbow and evenly sprinkled onto the shaved ice.In an instant, it silently disappeared into the layers of frost, as if it had vanished.But in an instant, everyone could feel that this bowl of shaved ice was different!As if it had a soul!"Fortune Shaved Ice, please."Huai Shi smiled and gestured.Hippo was momentarily stunned, but soon furrowed his brow, picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of shaved ice, and put it in his mouth, his expression expectant.Soon, he realized, and directly picked up the bowl of shaved ice, devouring it madly. In the end, he even stuffed the bowl into his mouth, chewing it crisply.The crisp texture and impactful flavor spread throughout the entire venue in sync with the taste buds.There was no more noise or jeers.Everyone stood still.As if frozen.Their faces turned ashen, their bodies twitching violently, and in the end, gradually losing color, as if they had lost their strength from long hours of toil and labor, filled with exhaustion."This is... this is..."After a long time, Hippo slowly raised his head, a tear of nostalgia falling from the corner of his eye. "Ah, this kind of cold impact and full of malice, the inevitable frustration and sadness... like endless overtime and toil, in the false adrenaline born of self-deception, the body is gradually emptied... but an inexplicable sense of happiness emerges in the heart."He picked up a napkin, wiped the corner of his eye slowly, and regained his composure, judging from the heart:"Marvelous!""Pure despair and malice! What a pure cooking heart!"The thin man took a bite and didn't eat anymore, but his eyes seemed to ignite with an excited flame, sending shivers down the spine. "Ah, it's as if I can see a 996 office worker coming home to find a stranger lying in his wife's bed! From anger to exhaustion, and in the end, choosing to forgive... I actually felt a sense of liberation, as if 'this isn't so bad'."The witch leaned over the ice bowl, took a deep breath, and then shivered as if she had taken drugs.And the ice bowl silently melted into water."Wow, the happiness overflowing directly from the chef's heart is so nostalgic!" She pursed her lips. "By skillfully diluting its intensity with frost, it makes this happiness even more enduring... Yes, this kind of satisfaction truly deserves the name of blessing. Although the technique is immature, the creativity is admirable."In the long silence, only the sound of chewing from the back remained.The massive figure leisurely savored Huai Shi's cooking, spoonful after spoonful, methodically. In the end, he gently set down the bowl.After pointing out the flaws in the goblin's dish until now, he finally spoke.Just one word."Good."Four score cards were raised.Seven points, seven points, eight points, six points.Preliminary round, passed!A new name appeared on the list of the top sixteen.Huai Shi, advanced!"Sorry for the poor hospitality!"Huai Shi took off the apron and smiled as he walked towards the rest area.Different from the confusion and unease fifteen minutes ago, at this moment, his heart was filled with calmness and confidence. If it were to be expressed in words, it could be summed up in one sentence!The King of Chefs, I am determined!
