The Main God Space is Coming

If it were in the modern world, these people would definitely curse without mercy...

And in this era of incomparably majestic ranks, in this land of incomparably solemn principles, every reincarnator shrinks back.

There is no reason to contradict a big shot who can easily execute them with a single word!

Everyone is not stupid.

Sending death, that is, stupid and useless behavior, no one does.

"This person is definitely here to find fault!"

Everyone has already decided that whether it is the so-called aborigines or reincarnated people, everyone has a unified mind.

"Handle meat, little tiger."

"Yangzhou fried rice, Xiaojiu."

Puff!

Erina laughed inwardly.

The farther to the back, there are so-called servants who do chores, and they are not even as good as a kitchen assistant.

What else can I cook?

Even hearing the cook's name makes me laugh—it's too casual to choose a name!

Common people's cuisine with the name of common people, it's really... poof!

She didn't laugh at it on purpose, it was just that the point of laughter was inexplicably poked.

She endured very hard in her heart.

I guess many people are like this~

And in fact, it is true, many chefs are trembling, like cramp.

They looked down on those who competed with them from the bottom of their hearts, and fortunately these people were all behind.

Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet.

The eerie silence lasted for four or five seconds, and the stagnant air made everyone's bodies tense suddenly——

Is there any cuisine that has caught the eyes of a national teacher?

Erina took a quick look.

With good eyesight, she saw it.

"...Yang, Yangzhou fried rice?"

Slightly scattered yellow and white rice grains, painfully curled green and white shallots, and Van Gogh's abstract shape of mysterious red sauce.

Finally...there is a three-in-one crystallization of green onion, rice and egg!

Chapter 52 Familiar with the cooking, the curtain is over.

"put--"

Feng Bao, who was boiling with anger, seemed to have found an outlet.

But just as he uttered a word, Beigong Wuyue stopped him by raising his hand.

Cuisine is...

Strong sense of sight!

"Yangzhou fried rice?"

Not like that.

Beigong Wuyue's mysterious and deep eyes flickered.

Without looking at who the chef was, he picked up the spoon on the table and tasted it slowly.

Feng Bao on the side looked suspicious.

Does Master Guoshi like special dishes?

For a long time.

Beigong Wuyue ate the entire plate of Yangzhou fried rice with brisk and elegant movements, and it was difficult to pick out any flaws in her manner.

Feng Bao didn't know whether he was happy or worried.

Master Guoshi finally had a meal, but this meal is really...

Hey~

"The real one is sincere." Beigong Wuyue said softly, then looked at Feng Bao.

Feng Bao, who knew how to read eyes, had no time to ponder Beigong Wuyue's words, and began to order his subordinates to continue presenting dishes.

Really, sincerely?

The moderate voice made countless people look dumbfounded—what does it mean?

How could the ancient people be more troublesome than the Japanese who have always been known for their reservedness!