"Is there something wrong?"

Qian Chen said coldly.

Irving couldn't help but shrink his neck, and a smile that was even worse than crying.

"No! Please feel free to do it!"

Qian Chen ignored him and began to focus on the cooking in front of him.

Unconsciously, the noisy sounds around gradually disappeared, Qian Chen completely lost his perception of everything around him, leaving only the kitchen counter in front.

Ross's sacrifice and the pain of being ravaged by Joan of Arc have accumulated endless flames in Qian Chen's heart. This flame will not only destroy others, but also hurt himself.

However, under the suppression of "Buddhist thinking", he is now extremely calm, so calm that it is scary.

These two contradictory emotions seemed to impact his brain, and finally reached the critical point, and then...

Squirt!

A dark light flashed in Qian Chen's eyes.

In an instant, he felt that the world was slowing down, and his body was unprecedentedly flexible. The thoughts in his brain were transmitted to various parts of the body without any delay, and the body faithfully completed the movements.

Concise and efficient.

When the brain makes a choice, it is always able to choose the best solution at the fastest speed.

At this moment, Qian Chen showed his cooking skills by 100%, no, or even 200%!

He felt the world slowed down?

No, in the eyes of others, he has become faster.

Qian Chen gently patted the chicken twice, and blood immediately gushed out of the incision on the neck, and Qian Chen put it alone into a bowl.

Then Qian Chen raised his hand and gently wiped the chicken a few times, and the bright feathers all came to Qian Chen's hands.

Swish! A "silver thread" flashed in the air again, and the chicken was immediately dismantled.

Qian Chen reached into the incision with no expression on his face, pulled his hands quickly, and the chicken's internal organs were immediately removed.

Then Qian Chen cleaned the chicken with water.

Kill chickens, bleed, pluck hairs, remove dirt, and clean them in one go.

It was clearly a slaughtering process like a butcher, but in Qian Chen's hands, it was like a flowing clouds and water painting, full of artistic beauty.

At least that's true in front of all audiences.

In front of the commentary, Barkley couldn't help but exclaim.

“It’s so beautiful!”

Recognizing Smith's strange look, Barkley quickly added.

"I'm talking about that chicken! The chicken is so beautiful!"

Qian Chen's cooking continues.

He grinds various spices into powder and quickly matches them together according to various powders.

The last mixed spices actually showed a dreamy rainbow color under the light.

Qian Chen grabbed the spices with both hands and quickly reached out to apply them on the surface of the chicken's body, then did not even let go of the inside, and then applied a little salt using the same method.

Then Qian Chen peeled the potatoes and cut them into pieces, sliced ​​them onions and mushrooms, then mixed them with the remaining spices and salt, and finally stuffed them into the chicken's belly, and sewed the incisions with needle and thread.

After doing this, Qian Chen added the water to the mud and started to get along with the mud.

His strange behavior immediately aroused heated discussion among the audience.

——What kind of magical oriental operation is this?

——When playing on the competition field, are you a primary school student?

——This playoff game is probably the most interesting playoff in NCA history.

At the commentary station, Barkley said to Smith with a curious look on his face.

"Hey, Kenny, you know what he is doing?"

Smith touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

"I heard that there is a magical dish in the Heavenly Kingdom called 'beggar chicken', which is all wrapped in the soil and baked."

‘Beggar’ Smith spoke directly in Chinese.

Barkley was confused when he heard this.

"Call it, what's the chicken? Call melon chicken?!"

"'Beggar chicken'!'Beggar' means a homeless man."

Smith said speechlessly.

Barkley nodded suddenly, but his face soon became strange again.

"Bagain chicken, will such chicken be delicious?"

This is also what all viewers think.

However, Qian Chen did not wrap the reconciled mud on the chicken as they imagined, but built a small kiln that was hemispherically similar to an Arctic brick house.

Then Qian Chen ignited the fruit charcoal and put it into the kiln. After the kiln was roasted by the charcoal fire, he hung the processed chicken into the kiln.

In the enclosed kiln, the heat is almost impossible to get out, so the temperature is very high and the firepower is very strong.

After all, kilns are generally used to fire glass and porcelain.

However, the "temperature control" that has been promoted to the top allows Qian Chen to easily master the slight changes in the roasted chicken. He only used a single iron chisel and slightly adjusted it to make the roasted chicken meet the optimal heat requirements.

During the free baking process, Qian Chen used chicken blood, dragon flask wine and various seasonings to make a plate of dipping sauce.

Three hours were exhausted from tension and busyness.

The review time was soon entered.

In front of the commentator, Barkley suddenly said to Smith.

"Hey, Kenny, which team do you think will win this time?"

"There is no doubt the Heat."

Smith replied without any hesitation.

"Are you sure?"

"Please, brother. Now, besides the Cavaliers' chef fans, who else believes that the Cavaliers can win?

Reality is not a fairy tale, reality does not happen without miracles.”

Smith said very firmly.

This time he will never be fooled by Barkley, a teammate who cheated on him again.

"But I just believe that Qian Chen can create miracles."

Barkley's words were firm.

Smith smiled slightly, without answering, but his expression said everything.

"Kenny, don't forget that there are two kings standing behind Qian Chen. You should know that there is not even one king in the entire United States. No one knows what the king realm is like."

Barkley showed an unfathomable look on his face.

Indeed, as Barkley said, the United States has a short history, and the backbone of its chef industry, the fusion chef who integrates food cells, has only gradually grown and strengthened in recent decades.

So far, no fusion chef has broken through to the King of Heaven. The other three representatives have also blocked the United States at the same time. Therefore, what kind of King of Heaven exists is still a mystery to the United States.

American food scientists can only make deductions and guesses through the dragon level.

Because of ignorance, there is no fear.

They only respect the king but are not afraid.

If it were in the Heavenly Kingdom, it would never have done anything stupid as using fighter jets to monitor the king. Because even if the fighter jets carry nuclear warheads, it would be of no use.

If it were some bad-tempered kings who thought you were provoking, they would just beat the fighter fleet you had built with billions of dollars, and they would have no place to cry.

The US Air Force, which is showing off its power, does not know that they were tempted crazyly just now.

Joan of Arc could send them to hell, but there was no need for this.

Does she still need to care about the ants’ opinions?
Chapter completed!