Turning into a nine-tailed sky fox, I seem to be very powerful

Fujita Jiuyue froze in place, froze, her smile gradually shattered...

Because at this moment, in the body of the girl in front of him, what rose up was not the depraved sky poison he was expected to be proud of, but a light like a dream.

Her existence was turned into a bubble, shattered at the touch of a touch, and the blazing radiance emanating from that pair of pupils was even soul-stirring.

It was as if 1 sweet dreams and 1 nightmares overlapped and shattered at this moment, evolving into the original chaos.

The despair, terror, pain, and once-filled happiness spread out together, rising into the sky, forming a violent vortex.

No matter how the demonic poison changes, it cannot break free from the terrifying gravitational pull.

Along with the food, she cruelly chewed, swallowed, and fell into her stomach, becoming a part of her.

It is indeed a fierce poison created by scheming and exhausting all efforts, and it is indeed a magic chef's cuisine that makes the existence of hell admire and intoxicate.

But at this moment, at this moment, in front of her, it was just food, or snacks that could not even be called food.

It's really... delicious!

If possible, Lin Xuan would like to praise and praise loudly, to recognize Fujita Jiuyue's outstanding talent and skills!

However, Japanese food still takes the delicate route after all, and it is just a fantasy to rely on it to fill the stomach.

In front of her, the casserole was already empty.

The cups and plates are messed up, and there is no residue left.

The three-way banquet is over...

ended?

Lin Xuan raised his head and looked at the magic chef in front of him in bewilderment. He was at a loss and full of doubts.

The first thing I felt was regret, followed by fleeting loss, and finally, only regret remained.

Unspeakable regret!

Is this the end?

Isn't this just the beginning?

I haven't eaten yet, no, it should be said that the appetite has just arrived, and it is already gone?

There is only such a small amount of weight. For a moment, Lin Xuan seemed to have an illusion.

Compared with what she made herself, this is just a cup of sugar water with more delicate seasoning.

That's it?

In the dead silence, Fujita Jiuyue's expression twitched, couldn't help it, and staggered back a step.

Paled face.

Obviously such a beautiful and dreamy beauty, but it can no longer make people feel any beauty and joy.

Looking at that pair of pupils, I felt the panic from my heart.

It was as if there was some hideous behemoth in front of his eyes, slowly rising... A huge and dark shadow spread out, covering him and engulfing him.

The beautiful disguise was torn apart, revealing the essence of terror, an immeasurable abyss, a gluttonous whirlpool that could never be satisfied with his subtle skills.

Only a pair of indifferent eyes looked down on him, full of disappointment and contempt.

"Is that all? No more?"

An angry roar resounded from his soul, roaring furiously:

"—Trash, give me more!"

But no more.

The three-way banquet that Fujita went all out in September, the poison of depravity that he was proud of and proud of, ushered in a complete defeat before this pair of eyes that seemed to come from above the abyss.

What is more painful and desperate is the reserve and integrity that originally belonged to the chef.

The magic chef, who does not hesitate to step into the abyss for the ultimate cooking, will not be able to satisfy the needs of the guests, and even fail to make people full.

After trying his best, he could only make her appetizers?

Nothing makes a chef more desperate and miserable than this.

Even Santuchuan's century-old signboard will be ashamed!

how is this possible……

From this moment on, Fujita Jiuyue's last fighting spirit was completely lost.

He retreated and slumped on the chair, unable to move.

After wiping his mouth, there were empty dishes in front of his regretful eyes.Although a little lost, Lin Xuan kept his respect for his opponent and his appreciation for this delicacy. Lin Xuan clasped his hands together to express his gratitude.

"Thank you for the hospitality!"

Next, it was her turn. As a judge, delicious food is not free.

After a brief silence, Lin Xuan sighed softly

"Mr. Fujita Jiuyue... With all due respect, your cooking lacks soul."

……

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At the beginning of the month, na na, ticket ~

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color, aroma, taste, shape, device, temperature, sound

Seven souls for dishes

The color is the beauty of the dish, the fragrance is the temptation of the dish, the taste is the essence of the dish, the shape is the posture of the dish, the utensil is the body of the dish, the temperature is the fusion of the dish, and the sound is the sound of the dish.

And the chef will give soul to the dish.

Cooking is not only tradition, but also inheritance, art and culture.

There are often people who have learned a lot of dishes online and feel that they are okay to eat.But it just feels like eating fodder. There is something missing in the dish, which makes people have no sense of expectation.

This is a common problem of many chefs nowadays. They are too obsessed with superficial things such as color and fragrance, but they lack a little feeling, or emotion.

Infuse emotions when cooking and tasting dishes, and have an expectation for the dishes.Just like the rice made by my mother, other people can't make that kind of taste.

The food is indeed delicious, but it is only delicious. It is true that the deliciousness and skill are beyond the reach of her now, but she cannot feel the love and expectation for the food.

Or maybe it's more exhaustion. She looked at the chef slumped on the chair in front of her. A normal chef would be excited to come up to ask how the food tasted after seeing others finish eating it, but Fujita Jiuyue gave Lin Xuan a different feeling. As if a mission has been completed.

In other words, cooking is just a mechanical task for him, not because of any love, but to achieve some purpose, and put a trace of what can be called obsession on it.

The learning journey of a chef is very difficult, especially in Yamato. Lin Xuan also knows about this aspect. He not only has to do chores, but also serves tea and water, and is responsible for running errands for the master and seniors. After gaining the recognition and favor of the master Before, it was just a simple servant.

And after becoming a chef, you have to hone your skills day and night for your own level, keep going up, keep learning, practicing, and competing...

For the expectations of his family, in order to become the omnipotent son in the eyes of others, he was gradually locked on that road by the eyes of his surroundings and had to move forward.

It can only be said that adult life is not easy!

Lin Xuan sighed, and took a water glass from the side. Looking around, he realized that there was not even a water dispenser in the huge stadium. After thinking about it, he went to the judges' seat, poured a glass of water from the cooking table, and added some Honey, add a slice of lemon and put it in front of the other party

"Have a glass of water and relax!"

Smiling like this, patting each other on the shoulder to give encouragement

"The overall taste of the cuisine is still very good. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to make it at all!"

All in all, a cooking chicken like myself is only at the edge of the opponent's skill level. After understanding all this, Lin Xuan simply abstained in his heart.

Isn't it fun to eat and drink at the jury table?Why be ashamed!

After giving the opponent the steps so considerately, Lin Xuan smiled and left the arena under the watchful eyes of other chefs.

"Then please give me your advice for the next game!"

……

Fujita Jiuyue was silent, sitting on a chair, dumbstruck.

As if finally waking up from the previous horror, staring at the water glass that was handed to him, his expression changed and he gradually twitched.

Restrained anger.

But the growing anger is hard to restrain

Do not make jokes!

What do you take food for!Are you kidding me?

He looked at the water glass in front of him, and subconsciously wanted to scold

As for this kind of thing, even if I die here, I will never jump from here...

But the sound stopped abruptly before it came out of the throat

Because a thick shadow covered his face, obscuring the light in that pair of pupils.

From close at hand, the girl lowered her head, looked down at the opponent in front of her, and smiled.

When he was overlooked by that pair of dark pupils, there was no doubt that he felt the pressure from it.

That's telling him...

drink it up!

She is warning.

As if to implant that inexplicable tyranny into the soul in front of him.

In such a cold manner, he issued an absolute and inviolable order to the ingredients on the chopping board.

No need for words, the indifference and mockery have been deeply etched into his soul, and he whispered playfully in his ear:

"The overall taste of the cuisine is still very good. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to make it at all!"

what is this

It's like saying, you are only at this level, how do you cook such absurdly ridiculous cooking, it's not even worthy of me...

But being stared at by those pupils, it seemed that he fell into the abyss in an instant and lost the last will to resist.

Involuntarily, he reached out his hand and picked up the cup.

When Fujita Jiuyue came to his senses, his lips were already attached to the rim of the cold cup, tilted, and a stream of cold water flowed into his mouth.

All the way down his throat, the cool coolness spread, causing him to let out a sigh of relief.

Feel a touch of refreshment.

Unexpected, sweet and delicious.

No, it should be said...refreshing!

The honey that was randomly put in spreads between the chests with the coldness of the ice water, as if standing in the cold wind, as if seeing the cherry blossoms in full bloom in the early spring, falling on the branches, beautiful and humble...

His eyes gradually blurred.

He obviously didn't have any alcohol at all, but he actually felt drunk, intoxicated by this wonderful feeling, recalling the early spring of that year.

At this moment, he noticed something was wrong, and his pupils shrank subconsciously, wanting to resist.

But then, a phantom appeared in front of him.

That year, the pink that descended from the sky, and the girl standing alone under the cherry tree.

The blossoming cherry blossoms on her hair and shoulders gradually covered the small mole on the side of her neck, and she could no longer see it, leaving only the whiteness of snow.

When she looked back at herself, her lacquer-like eyes made the young man's heart beat.

Soon, that phantom quickly disappeared in front of my eyes.

"Ayue..."

He murmured absentmindedly, falling into a trance.

Since then, how many years have you not recalled her appearance?

Even he himself has forgotten that buried memory.Now, when the afterimages of the past resurfaced, he was confused and intoxicated again.