"I probably..."

The hippopotamus murmured dumbly: "Has been driven by a pigeon?"

When he realized it, he looked down at the curry fish jelly he had eaten three bites, suddenly raised the plate, opened his mouth, poured the whole fish jelly into his mouth, and chewed it wildly.

The terrifying bitterness and anger erupted from his face again, burning the gray face to a red color.

Countless bloodshots emerged from the eyes.

"So it's the catastrophe!" He excitedly identified the ingredients: "It's the catastrophe that made me feel this uneasy... Such a pure catastrophe is simply unprecedented! Is it specially made for this dish?"

The crazy and angry skinny man said vaguely: "There is also anger, this kind of artificial anger, quite pure anger and murderous intent..."

"Blood has the smell of blood."

The Banshee kept sucking the spicy breath of curry, her eyes glowing: "Poison blood, a rare poison blood, is the dragon genus... Oh, there is deep sadness and powerlessness hidden in it, and the inescapable demise... What a familiar feeling, it is simply the taste of mother."

“It’s so subtle, it’s irresistible.”

The skinny man grinned and chewed the fish jelly in his mouth greedily: "Every time I eat, I can feel the strong expectation and inescapable loss, as if I was wandering between gain and loss... Is this the true meaning of pigeon curry?"

The crazy Taotie soon came to an abrupt end.

In the silence, only the black shadow at the end was left casually eating the curry on the plate without expressing any opinion.

Until the end, he put down the spoon.

"In terms of skills, there is still something to be lacking. No, it should be said... I never thought about being a chef at all, right?"

The black shadow slowly wiped his mouth and commented: "Creativity and materials complement your shortcomings. It can be seen that you have an excellent kitchen heart and dark wisdom, and have full potential in cooking."

He paused for a moment, and did not see his arrogance, but made a careful comment: "Although this dish is not qualified to be a banquet in the abyss, it is qualified as a self-satisfactory snack. I will give you seven points."

"Eight points." The banshee said immediately afterwards.

"Seven and a half minutes." Hippo judged.

"Seven minutes." said the skinny man.

So, the primary election was passed, Huai Shi advanced, perfectly completed the competition, and received an invitation letter to the global competition six months later.

So, in the silence, the boy happily took a step back and turned away.

Just as he passed by, he heard a sneer from the 'rotten sore man': "What pigeon curry, what kind of garbage you can get when you are petting."

Rarely retracting her gaze from Huai Shi, she held her big pot and slowly walked towards the judges' seat.

"Please taste my work - Witch Stew!"

The lid of the pot was slowly unbuttoned, so in the dark green soup, countless fish heads and messy tentacles slowly emerged, revealing a ferocious state like a nightmare.

The vicious source aura spreads continuously from it, bringing terrifying harm and screams, which is like a curse and scream from the deepest part of hell.

Just staring, countless whispers sounded in my ears.

"Not torture! Nothing torture! Let's look at chapter fifty first..."

"Will Feng Ge Ge lie to you?"

"Although he died, he has grown up!"

Just looking at it, you can feel the resentment and curse that penetrated it.

It seems to bring misfortune, making people want to retreat.

Huai Shi paused for a moment, turned around curiously, as if she was expecting the result, with a disgusting smile that made her even more angry and gritted her teeth.

Soon, you will discover how weak and ridiculous your work is compared to real dark cuisine!

With such anger and hatred, she reached out to serve the soup and gracefully served the judges.

Such an excellent sale is much better than Huai Shi's serious gimmick.

The judges looked at each other and their index fingers moved for a moment, but when they picked up the spoon and savored it carefully, they stood there again.

Frown.

Because there is no taste...

Still no taste!

Is it the same as just now?

No, it should be said that it feels like there is no salt or chicken essence... Although the taste is good, no matter how you taste it, you can't find the rich impact you imagined.

The judges frowned, scooped up a spoonful again, and clattered their mouths carefully.

His brows slowly frowned.

"No salt?" Hippo asked unhappily.

"The ingredients don't seem to be very fresh," the skinny man shook his head: "It's tasteless."

"It's like a pot of soup that has been cooked for a long time, without any freshness." The banshee shook her head indifferently: "Ordinary goods."

She stood there in a daze and looked at the judges.

Her lips buzzed in surprise, and her face gradually paled under the disguise. After a long time, she looked at the huge black shadow at the end as if holding her last expectation.

The black shadow didn't speak.

To be precise, he smelled the soup and didn't move after he smelled it.

Seeing the contestant's gaze, the black shadow raised his eyes coldly and glanced at her: "You lost."

"No...this...how is this possible!"

She rushed up like crazy, grabbed the bowl from the hippo's hand, took a sip on herself, feeling the pain and taste of the impactful source of resentment bursting out in her mouth, which was incredible.

"I obviously have no errors! No steps have gone wrong..."

"No, you were wrong from the beginning."

The Banshee looked at her mockingly and told the truth: "You are slow, one step slower."

"A step away, the ending is destined."

The hippo shook his head mercifully: "You lost, it's a pity that we can't let you advance, but for your hard work... we won't curse you anymore, please leave."

"wrong!"

The woman roared and furious: "There is a problem here! There must be a problem!"

The skinny man snapped his fingers without interest, and then a waiter came forward, reached out, suddenly pulled her neck, and pulled her roughly step by step outside the field.

The woman was screaming madly, struggling, and her cloak fell down, revealing a large piece of weird blue-black tattoo on her shoulders.

When she saw Huai Shi, she became stunned.

Huai Shi is smiling.

It seems like it was expected.

"Sorry." He shook his head mercifully, "After eating my feces and maggots, cough cough... My pigeon curry will not taste any more."

This is his purpose of serving the food in advance before his opponent!

The decay toxin precipitated in the blood of the Qingguanlong and the ash can double-paralle the judges' taste and perception, allowing both their physical and soul to enter a short sage time after strong stimulation.

During this period, everything you eat will be tasteless.

When Huai Shi stood in front of her, she was sure to lose.

"It's you! It's you!"

The woman screamed wildly, reaching out to scratch him, but she couldn't reach it. The waiter's speed increased. As if she was deliberately waiting for him to finish the explanation, she pulled her up and threw out the door that appeared in front of her.

The door is closed.

The woman disappeared.

Huai Shi raised her head and saw the judges with strange smiles.

They didn't seem to be angry that they were caught, and they looked at Huai Shi with praise and encouragement. Perhaps he successfully promoted the theme of the first place in the Chef Demon Competition and the second place in the second place.

Isn’t the life-and-death struggle between contestants the best meal program?

And at this moment, Luo Xian finally took up his own blame and walked towards the judges seat.

Huai Shi stood there in a daze.

The sentence just now was not only to the defeated woman, but also to give Luo Xian a reminder, asking her to wait for a while before delivering her work.

But I didn't expect that she was so confident.

It actually served directly!

Even the judges were a little stunned.

"Courtesy."

The hippo nodded and admired, looked down at the pickled fish in front of him, frowned, and then plucked it with chopsticks, wrinkling even deeper.

It seems something is wrong.
To be continued...