At that moment, everyone present looked up, and the huge pressure swept towards the door like a tide. But immediately, it dissipated lightly before a contemptuous look.

A figure stood upright and walked into the lounge, sitting on the main seat without hesitation, with a majestic momentum as if suppressing the heavens.

But immediately, another momentum came from outside the door in a tit-for-tat way.

"Zhao, the contestant of the Xiaxi Road Food Street Zhong Dumplings, is here!"

"Ha, Master Liu, I'll have to compete this year." An old and thick laughter sounded from outside the door: "Be careful, old man, I've prepared a killer move this year."

"Who, the trick is lewd." Master Liu sneered: "No matter how many tricks you have, can you beat our dark old man for a hundred years?"

Before the person could stand still, one after another of the strong auras emerged from outside the door.

"Master of mutton plum soaking in Chang'an overnight is here!"

“Master Chen, a big food stall in Qiongzhou Rotten Shrimp…”

“…”

For a moment, the heroes gathered in the lounge, as if even the air had solidified under the collision of this terrifying aura. The masters sat upright on their chairs, staring at each other, and the breaths fell and crushed forever.

Halfway through hearing this, Huai Shi's face was already deteriorated and she had no fighting spirit.

How to fight!

No matter how hard you try, you can't compare to what others cook!

This is not a gap that skills can make up for, but a horrible nightmare created by the whine and pain of countless innocent travelers.

Just looking at them, Huai Shi could see a huge amount of dark source from the void behind them.

That is the painful resentment of countless people like eating shit, and the sadness arising from self-deception that comes.

Next to him, someone handed over a tissue and smiled: "Don't be afraid, just do as usual."

The person who spoke was a kind-hearted elder sister with her hair tied with a ponytail. She looked very capable and had a friendly smile. Huai Shi took the tissue and couldn't help but wiped a cold sweat, and shook her head with a bitter smile:

"Why do you do it as usual? I don't have to take photos of it often, so I can just cook noodles."

"Hmph, it's another guy who doesn't know how high the sky is."

Next to him, a man with a dark aura sneered: "I always thought it would be unpalatable as long as I did it randomly, but I didn't know how much hard work and effort it would take to make it particularly unpalatable!"

I'm fucking idle and nothing to do, thinking that it's a dry egg to make the rice worse!

Huai Shi doesn't want to speak at all.

I just hope that this game will end soon, and I will go up and collect the numbers by myself and quickly lose the election and go home.

At this moment, the entire contestants' lounge suddenly shook, and all the contestants fell into silence and looked up.

The ceiling was lifted.

It's like opening a box.

A huge shadow squatted outside the box, staring down at them, and soon, nodded slightly: "The noble judges have entered the field. You are ready and there will be a chance to play soon."

"Those who are just making up for the numbers should be better off withdrew as soon as possible." The huge shadow opened its blood-red eyes and announced coldly: "This time a noble adult came. If he was angry with his poor skills, it would not be the consequence of eating shit for a lifetime!"

boom!

The box is covered.

In the silence, everyone in the lounge looked at each other.

His expression was no longer contemptuous, but he became solemn.

Huai Shi swallowed her mouth and looked at the empty exit. She hesitated for a moment and shook her head decisively.

Instead of eating curry that smells shit all your life, it’s better to die.

I can only show my true skills!

Huai Shi's fighting spirit burned, and then it immediately disappeared - it's really awesome, he didn't know how to do it.

The door opened with a bang.

A burly man in leather pants glanced at the room and picked up the number plate in his hand: "Player No. 109, player No. 89, player No. 44, player No. 88, ready to play."

After the first batch of contestants left, the second batch of contestants were quickly called away, followed by the third batch and the fourth batch...

The interior is getting more and more empty.

Huai Shi is getting more and more uneasy.

Until the end, even the young lady next to him who had been comforting her stopped talking, closed her eyes and waited for the start of the game.

I don’t know what the result is, nor do I know if the selection has been passed.

The only thing I know is that no one who was called back came back.

Huai Shi became more and more nervous.

Until the end, someone came in, glanced at the last few people in the room, and nodded: "Okay, come together, the judges can't wait."

Everyone quickly picked up the tools and followed behind him.

"This time the judges have a good taste. If you are here to make up the numbers, it is better to give up in advance and withdraw from the competition. Believe me, this is for your own good."

The man as honest as a green-skinned orc walked in front of him with a list, and a tentacle monster with eyes squirmed towards him, and a screaming person was still tugging in his hand.

"Give me another chance! Give me another chance!" The man cried: "My stinky tofu can be even more smelly! Believe me, give me another chance, don't throw me there..."

"Another poor ghost who is smart."

The orc shook his head and sneered: "It is said that when he was caught, he really wanted to throw shit in the stinky tofu... Haha, this kind of person who defiled his cooking skills is not worthy of being a chef at all. You guys are optimistic. If you have such trouble, there will be no good ending."

As they said that, they saw the tentacle monster pulling open a door and throwing the man in casually.

In a foul stinking, Huai Shi vaguely saw a septic tank that should be full of mosaics.

A muffled sound was heard from afar, and the scream disappeared.

Huai Shi shivered for a moment, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Stress is huge.

At the end of the corridor is the huge arena, the No. 09 audition zone.

Thousands of contestants have been assigned to dozens of different partitions and have been tested.

All the stoves lined up in the center of a trapezoidal square that looked like the Colosseum, and the audience was already full of people.

A thin layer of gray mist enveloped the faces of these visitors from hell and borders, hiding those horrifying faces and identities. At this moment, they are just pure viewers.

Enjoy the birth of the miracle of hell.

And right in the referee's seat facing each other, several majestic figures stood up, their faces hidden in the dark, with only cold and harsh eyes staring at the trembling contestants.

Soon, a judge turned his head and glanced at the attendant beside him. The attendant nodded, walked up, and announced with his head held high and his chest: "The topic of the competition - dessert."

“It’s not about type and style.”

The eight-eyed servant said coldly: "In fifteen minutes, present your works to the judges, otherwise, you will be ready to meet the loser!"

Huai Shi swallowed her mouth and looked at the contestants around her. Some of them were already trembling in battle, while others were already full of fighting spirit and rushed to the stove, took out their tools and materials provided by the competition party, and began to make it hotly.

Only Huai Shi looked around with a confused look on the front of the stove, looking at her at a loss.

The judges noticed his attempt to paddle, frowned unhappily, casting cold pressure, and the audience exclaimed annoyed: "Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Huai Shi even saw that the one shouted the most was a crow.

"Damn it, you just want to see me in trouble, right?"

Huai Shi retracted her gaze speechlessly and forced herself to calm her mind. No matter what, she was a person who had seen the world and could not be scared by such a small battle.

But what dessert should be made?

He checked the ingredients provided by the competition party, and it could be said that there were all kinds of fruits, milk, chocolates... but each one exuded a strange color and taste, and it didn't look like it could be made delicious... This was also expected. After all, it was a chef demon competition, so he might ask the contestants to make something like Beidou Soul-Suppressing Noodles.

I took a bunch of things randomly and threw them on the chopping board.

Huai Shi was stunned next and didn't know how to do it.

Fortunately, there is a mobile phone signal here. Huai Shiru is so amnesty that she searched the scene in a panic. A sharp-eyed audience saw his screen, and the sound of the inverted color became louder.

And just when Huai Shi was in a hurry, someone had already submitted his work!

In just three minutes!

The goblin with his head raised his chest was already laughing, picked up the dining plate, and glanced proudly at the other surprised contestants: "Yi, do you know the legacy! This, this game, I, we, the green hair poison, will definitely win the poisonous wine!"

After saying that, he opened the plate and introduced to the judges:

"—Please taste, wine, wine-making tremella!"

On the plate, in four small bowls, crystal clear tremella floated among the attractive fruits, looking corruption-free, and smelling a faint fragrance, which made people's index fingers move.

Some viewers who bought luxury tickets can even sync their sense of smell and taste with the judges, and feel the sweet fragrance in it, which is so tempting.

When the spoon was scooped into the mouth, a touch of sweetness burst out from the mouth, instantly occupying the tip of the tongue. When the tempting sweet fragrance had not yet dissipated, the demon hiding behind the sugar-coated smiled.

Then, a horrible spicy, bitter and indescribable stench erupted like a bomb from every corner of the mouth.

The judges paused, raised their heads one after another, and squirted out a foul stench of poisonous gas, but their expressions were not at all unhappy, but were filled with surprise and cheerfulness.

"wonderful!"

At the front, a hippo judge who looked like he was wearing a suit picked up a small spoon and scooped up the desserts in the bowl, marveling: "It's so rare, are they all the ingredients? This kind of whirlwind smoked with sulfur is simply wonderful. It is paired with these strawberries ripened with hormones, and grass ridges dyed with green tea... And the master is the exquisitely brewed Hell Heritage Green Hair Poison Wine. This sour taste is like licking the iron railings of the winter era, which is unforgettable!"

"No, there is a different flavor."

Next to the hippo, a skinny man raised his head, his eye sockets were deep like a skeleton, and his tone was hoarse: "You also used another material, which was hidden, but in fact it is the most important basis for this dessert..."

The judges reminisced and frowned.

“It’s oil.”

Goblin smiled and continued to stutter, saying, "I used it, used the water-watering oil, used green-haired poisonous wine, and mixed water-watering oil!"
Chapter completed!