At this moment, the stadium was dead silent.

Everyone held their breath and looked straight at the two people standing against each other on the stage. When the mountains and rivers were over, who could laugh to the end?

"Can you still move, Miss Paper?"

Guo Shouque took the lead in asking, examining Huai Shi's pale face, "Can you still stand up? Do you still have the confidence to win now?"

"Of course--"

Huai Shi replied in his former words: "Will anyone else be fooled by your appearance of being strong outside and being fucked by the others?"

"Even if you are strong outside and do the middle, you are just each other, right?"

Guo Shouque shook his head in a clear way, "The kitchen demon showdown is very cruel, Miss Wu Zhui. Even if he knew my weakness and successfully forced me to the weakest desperate situation, do you still have the strength to make dishes? Do you still have enough strength to defeat me?"

As he said.

Nowadays, Huaishi has reached its limit.

He has produced two works in a row, but has been suppressed and eroded by two consecutively. His own divine nature has expanded to the brink of precariousness.

If you don’t look for an opportunity to rest and wait for this foundationless miracle to gradually disappear, Huai Shi’s self may be dissolved by the divine nature represented by the paper and completely disappear into this world.

This is the cruelty of the chef demon showdown.

When you see hope that represents the finishing point, you may have exhausted your energy during a long run and cannot cross the last cruel distance.

Falling silently in the darkness.

But the premise of this assumption is that Huai Shi really exhausted her strength and could not rise again and fell ahead of the end.

He had been waiting for so long and tried his best to do his best. Isn't it just for the moment when he was closest to victory?

How could it be that way?

At that moment, Miss Huaizhi raised her pupils and her smile became playful and pleasant.

"It doesn't matter."

She said, "I don't need to do anything anymore."

Because the final work was already on the stove at the beginning of the competition!

At this moment, behind Huai Shi, on the cooking table, the mouth was added to the clean water from the beginning of the competition and placed it in the stewed pot on the fire, and a low boiling sound came.

The hot mist slowly rose from under the lid of the pot and spread into the air, but could not smell any expected fragrance.

It is plain and moist, filling the tip of the nose.

It makes people feel energetic and curious.

The final work is completed.

This is the preparation that Huai Shi has been scheming from the beginning, hidden in Guo Shouque's blind spots in the perspective of the enemy, and ultimately presented to the enemy.

The last straw is enough to crush the camel.

Everything ahead is just for this moment.

This time, when Huai Shi supported her body and lifted the lid of the pot, no dazzling light gushed out from it. Only the wet heat brought a wave of subtle warmth.

There is no smell or magic.

It's just...a pot of simple boiling water!

Everyone stood up subconsciously and looked carefully, but no matter how they looked, they could only draw the only conclusion - no production, no processing, and no change.

This is a pot of boiled water!

Now, the water in the pot has almost been boiled, leaving only a large bowl of portions.

When poured into the bowl in front of Guo Shouque, the face covered with cracks showed indescribable confusion and dullness, and then, he felt unprecedented absurdity.

"What's this?"

Guo Shouque's shoulders were shaking, laughing, revealing his broken teeth: "Is your so-called ultimate killer just this pot of boiled water? No, you can also say... is it my favorite boiled water cabbage?"

"Sorry, there is no such thing as cabbage in the ingredients."

Huai Shi reached out and picked up the soup bun that was still hot and hot from the bottom of the pot. She weighed it in her hand and threw it on the table, and a crisp and heavy sound came out.

It's like a heavy object colliding.

The cut of the soup bag filter bag is out of line, and the hidden materials roll out, rolling on the smooth table with beautiful or simple textures, revealing their own face.

Stone.

"Did you see it?" Huai Shi smiled, "At best, it's just a few stones, don't be surprised."

This is Huaizhi Suzi's decisive dish.

Stones and boiling water, a pot of soup made of stones.

During the long silence, Guo Shouque did not speak, nor even any displeasure or anger. He just reached out and picked up the boiling water of the stones in the bowl.

Sniffing this passion carefully, the signs of anxiety in my heart are getting stronger and stronger.

"I'm afraid...it's not just a stone, right?"

He stared at the hot water in the bowl, his dark pupils slightly contracted, and his expression became meaningful.

“Drinking more boiled water is good for the body, isn’t it?”

Huai Shi sat upright across from him, staring into his eyes, and solemnly told him: "Guo Shouque, this is the last work I have created for you.

Now, it's you-"

Guo Shouque lowered his eyes and did not hesitate any longer.

He picked up the bowl and swallowed the hot water in it in big mouthfuls, not afraid of the hot temperature.

But what is surprising is that the hot water that had just boiled for a while did not look hot or cold after entering the mouth. Instead, it was filled with a comfortable and warm feeling. The lingering heat spread from the mouth to the nose, and the breathing was unblocked in an instant.

Refreshing.

But the taste is exactly the same as expected.

Bland and tasteless!

This is obviously just a bowl of boiling water, so how could it have another taste?

However, after swallowing the second bite, a strange smell appeared in the light taste, a little bit, but the taste was too thin to distinguish.

Just feel so familiar...

Is it the smell of stone? It’s the smell of boiling water? Or something else?

His movement paused for a moment, and he carefully identified it, but he could not find the origin of the taste from the subtle bitterness brought by the stone and the blandness of boiling water.

It's like the smell comes from yourself!

"It is said that it was a long time ago."

Opposite the cooking table, Huai Shi picked up the stones stewed on the table, looked at the fine texture on it, and said softly: "An old monk came to a small town with three little monks."

"The old monk's name is Kong, and the little monk's name is Fu Lu Shou."

"They went all the way across mountains and rivers, and after they came here, they were hungry, thirsty and hungry. But everyone in the town was closed, desolate and cold, and no one was willing to give vegetarian food."

"Then the old monk said to the young monk - to tell these kind people that we are newcomers, we have no life, and can only cook a pot of stone soup as a gift to everyone."

"Everyone was curious about how to cook the soup, so everyone surrounded it with three layers inside and three layers. Seeing the old monk ignited the firewood, threw the stone into the water jar, and boiled the water."

Huai Shi's gaze rose from the stone and fell on Guo Shouque's face: "At this time, the old monk said, "It's a pity that there is no salt, otherwise the stone soup will be more delicious. At this time, people who have good things volunteered to take out their own salt-"

No one talks anymore.

The plot behind this story is no longer necessary.

If there is no salt, add salt. If there is no pepper, add pepper. If there is better meat, why not throw the meat in?

Everyone in the town gave a tiny part of this pot of stone soup.

In the end, everyone tasted the wonderful taste that had never been quoted.

"Stones have no value, Guo Shouque."

Huai Shi whispered, "The ingredients for this soup need to be put into it yourself."

Now, please put yourself in this empty stone soup and put something that can defeat you!

Using the purest stones and white water as materials, during a long night of thinking, I tried and practiced countless times in the Book of Destiny, and finally completed this pot of pure stone soup.

This is Huai Shi’s work that wins!

Even if it is bland and tasteless, it doesn’t matter. Everything has to go through from scratch.

After a long boiling, Huai Shi has pushed the stone to the top of the mountain.

As long as you accidentally inject something into it and break this fragile balance, the stone will roar with an unstoppable roar and roar, destroying everything as if it were rolling down from the top of a mountain.

In the moment of curiosity, the next development is already destined.

No matter what you invest in it, it will reach the "destination" carefully preset by Huai Shi.
To be continued...