“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!"

In an instant, the judges were stunned, and immediately exclaimed and applauded.

“Excellent match!”

“Excellent taste!”

"It's a good intention!"

Soon, the judges put down their empty bowls, wiped their mouths, and then looked at each other. The hippo said, "It's a pity that it's not qualified!"

The thin man raised his hand and said, "Three points."

The one-eyed tentacle monster raised the sign: "Four points."

The white-faced translucent banshee shook her head: "Two points."

A towering black shadow sitting at the end made a thick voice: "One minute."

In the ten-full-point system, no referee actually gave a passing score.

"No, possible!"

Goblin shook his head dumbly and staggered back: "I, I, I..."

"I know what you want to ask, why we just gave positive comments, right?" The hippo calmly took a scarf and wiped the thighs fragments on the front teeth, and spitted casually: "It's very simple, because the materials you use are all the best grades. It can be seen that after spending a lot of money, the cooking skills are barely said...just pass.

Anyway, as long as the ingredients are good enough, you can do almost any dishonest cooking skills, but there is one thing you don’t have." The hippo raised a finger and said solemnly: “I can’t feel your intention in your food!”

He said: "You have no heart in your cooking!"

"Let's go, let's go, fart!"

The Goblin was furious and could not accept the excuse of nonsense. He actually climbed onto the table and pointed at the hippo's face and cursed: "What, what is the bullshit! What is the bullshit! Is it different for a chef to have a bad mood?"

"Ignorance."

"shallow!"

"Pitiful……"

The judges were not furious, but instead looked at the goblin with pity, just like looking at the frog in the well.

At the end, the mysterious black shadow made a cold voice: "It's so stupid, obsessed with appearance, but ignores the essence... I ask you, what is the so-called food?"

The Goblin was stunned.

"There is only one answer."

The black shadow raised a finger: "Food is the basis of survival, the needs of all living things, and the innate needs and inseparable part of life!

It is precisely because of this that it has been given many values ​​and placed on many expectations!”

The sound of the dark shadow was like thunder: "If tasting beautiful food is the innate desire of all living things, then the dark food required by the Kitchen Magic Competition is the most primitive, oldest and most cruel malice essence!"

"Are we need a processor like a chef? Are we a machine that only knows how to follow the recipe?"

The black shadow looked around and asked, and as the audience roared, he said solemnly: "What we are waiting for is the essence cast by this disaster and despair! What we long for is the demonic dish that can make us enjoy our chewing!"

"And you, you are not qualified!"

Just as the black shadow pointed, Goblin fell to the ground with a pale face, but he was still unwilling to accept it: "I don't accept it! Why do you say that my cooking is heartless!"

He was so angry that he even stuttered, "I don't accept it!"

The black shadow waved his hand slightly and signaled the guards who were on the field to retreat aside.

Soon, a cold servant came up and put down a plate.

"This is the remaining material left by the contestants in the last round. If you really have the heart of a chef, try it!"

Goblin was stunned for a long time, looking at the broken chocolate layer in front of him, he couldn't believe it, and could not understand how such a thing could surpass his own works.

But when it reached out to pinch a piece of fragment and put it in its mouth, it was stunned.

His pale face turned pale.

Unbelievable.

If you are struck by lightning, you will feel like you have gained some sudden realization.

From the stagnation, a line of turbid blood and tears were left.

"Why?" He shouted to the sky: "Why is my son not my biological child! How could I not compare to the goblin next door... Oh my god, why!"

With blood and tears, he burst into tears and choked, and suddenly pulled off his belt, wrapped it around the fence, and hanged himself up.

Not long after, I stopped moving.

Dead.

Huai Shi looked at all this dullly, and when she saw the remaining plate of chocolate on the ground, she couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

Are you the chef's heart in the dark cuisine industry so powerful?

I'm afraid it's not brighter and can prolong your life!

But in an instant, he was stunned for a moment and reacted again.

Wait, prolong life?

Isn't this alchemy?

That is to say...

In an instant, his eyes lit up.

And right in the audience, the crow couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "I just realized now that I'm so slow about this child's nerves?"

That's right, in this so-called kitchen demon competition, unpalatable food is just a manifestation.

The true essential competition is the malice and darkness of the restaurant itself.

It is called the "dark cuisine world" and it deserves its reputation!

And in this regard, your negative energy creation machine... should be like a fish in water! .

As time slowly passed, fifteen minutes passed in a flash.

The contestants submitted their works one after another, either successfully promoted or were swept out in a complete defeat to meet the consequences of failure.

Gradually, in the end, only Huaishi standing in front of the iron pot was left in the venue.

Just as the audience was impatient, Huai Shi lifted the lid of the pot, picked up the colander and picked up all the boiled taro balls inside, poured them onto the ice cubes, then moved a large piece of ice cubes from the refrigerator, spread their hands, grabbed two kitchen knives and chopped them up.

The roar actually suppressed the audience's inverted color.

When countless scattered ice crystals flew out, what remained in place were four uniform ice bowls.

The ice powder that was chopped into powder was piled on the chopping board, forming a hill.

The hippo couldn't help but make a laugh: "The young man is quite ritual."

"Anyway, it's all a failure." The skinny man withdrew his gaze without interest: "Smoothie is nothing new."

Almost stepping on the countdown ringtone, Huaishi quickly carried the smoothie, put the taro balls, and then sprinkled with cream, chocolate sauce, matcha powder and other ingredients.

Four bowls of cool smoothies are ready.

It was placed in front of the judges.

The Banshee looked at him coldly: "Little Devil, if you are counting on the incompetent sword technique to get a ranking, you have gone to the wrong place... pretending to be like this for so long, and bringing a bowl of rotten things up, don't think about getting a score."

"Don't be impatient."

Huai Shi took a step back and smiled: "It has not injected into the soul yet..."

As he said that, Huai Shi raised his right arm on his chest, rubbed his thumb, index finger and ring finger gently, twisting his waist like dancing, and rubbing his fingertips gently. A wisp of gray dust fell from his fingertips.

The posture was sacredly as if praying.

In the shocked eyes of the judges, the shattered gray streaked across his elbows and evenly spread it onto the smoothie.

In an instant, it silently sank into layers of frost, as if it had disappeared.

But in a flash, everyone could feel that this bowl of smoothie was different!

It's like having a soul!

"Blessing smoothie, please."

Huai Shi smiled and said with a hint.

The hippo was stunned for a moment, and soon, he frowned, picked up a spoon, shoveled up a spoonful of smoothies, and put them into his mouth, his expression became dull and anticipated.

Soon, he reacted and directly picked up the bowl of smoothie, and finally he stuffed the bowl into his mouth, chewing it crispy.

The crisp taste and impactful taste instantly spread throughout the venue with the sensation of taste.

There was no more noise or inverted sounds.

Everyone stayed there.
To be continued...