At that moment, everyone present raised their heads in unison. A majestic pressure swept towards the door like a tidal wave. However, it immediately dissipated under a disdainful gaze.
A figure walked into the lounge and sat down on the main seat. His aura was so majestic that it seemed to suppress the heavens.
But right after that, another aura came from outside the door, tit for tat.
"Xia Xi Road Food Street Dumpling Contestant Master Zhao has arrived!"
"Heh, Master Liu, it's time to compete this year." An old, deep laugh came from outside the door. "Be careful. This old man has prepared a trump card this year."
"Heh, strange skills," Master Liu sneered. "No matter how many tricks you have, can you beat our hundred-year-old Dark Stew?"
Before the newcomer could stand still, several powerful auras appeared outside the door.
"Chang 'an Overnight Lamb Soup Chef Li has arrived!"
"Master Chen from Qiongzhou's Rotten Shrimp Stall …"
"… …"
For a moment, all the heroes gathered in the lounge. Even the air seemed to have solidified under the terrifying collision of auras. The Grandmasters sat in their chairs and stared at each other. Their auras fell down, crushing everything in their path.
Huai Shi's face was ashen when he heard half of the announcement. He had lost all will to fight.
How could he fight?
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't beat someone else's cooking!
This wasn't a gap that could be made up for by skill. It was a nightmare created by the pain and anguish of countless innocent travelers.
Just by looking at them, Huai Shi could see a sea of Dark Origin Substance behind them.
It was the pain and resentment of countless people who had eaten shit, as well as the sadness of self-deception that had already come.
Next to him, someone handed him a tissue and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid. Just perform as usual."
The person who spoke was a kind-looking older sister. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she looked very capable. Huai Shi took the tissue and couldn't help but wipe his cold sweat. He shook his head with a bitter smile.
"How can I perform as usual? I don't even have a regular routine. All I know is how to cook noodles. "
"Hmph, it's another guy who doesn't know how high the sky is."
Beside him, a man exuding a dark aura sneered, "You always think that you can make it taste bad as long as you make it carelessly. You don't know how much hard work and effort it takes to make it taste bad!"
What's the point of making the food even more disgusting when I have nothing better to do?
Huai Shi didn't want to respond at all.
He only hoped that this competition would end quickly so that he could go up and make up the numbers so that he could quickly be eliminated and go home.
At this moment, the entire contestant lounge shook. All the contestants fell silent and raised their heads.
The ceiling was lifted.
It was like opening a box.
A huge shadow squatted outside the box and looked down at them. Soon, it nodded slightly. "The honorable judges have entered the arena. Get ready. You will have the chance to go on stage soon."
"Those who are here to make up the numbers had better quit as soon as possible." The huge shadow opened its blood-red eye and announced coldly, "This time, an honorable lord has come. If he gets angry because of my poor skills, it won't be something that can be appeased by eating shit for the rest of your life!"
Boom!
The lid of the box closed.
In the silence, everyone in the lounge looked at each other.
Their expressions were no longer frivolous. Instead, they became solemn.
Huai Shi swallowed his saliva and looked at the empty exit. He hesitated for a moment and shook his head resolutely.
Rather than eat shit tasting curry for the rest of his life, he might as well die.
He could only show his true ability!
Huai Shi's fighting spirit was ignited, but it was immediately burned away. True ability my ass. He didn't know how to do it well at all.
The door opened with a bang.
A burly man in leather pants glanced around the room and picked up the number plate in his hand. "Contestant 109, Contestant 89, Contestant 44, Contestant 88, get ready to go on stage."
After the first batch of contestants left, the second batch of contestants was quickly called away, followed by the third batch, the fourth batch …
The room became more and more empty.
Huai Shi became more and more uneasy.
In the end, even the young lady next to him who had been comforting him stopped talking. She closed her eyes and rested, waiting for the competition to begin.
He didn't know what the result was, nor did he know if he passed the selection.
The only thing he knew was that those who were called away never came back.
Huai Shi became more and more nervous.
In the end, someone walked in and glanced at the last few people in the room. He nodded and said, "Okay, all of you come together. The judges can't wait any longer."
Everyone hurriedly picked up their tools and followed behind him.
"This time, the judges' taste is very bad. If you are here to make up the numbers, it's best that you admit defeat and withdraw from the competition. Believe me, this is for your own good."
The green-skinned orc walked in front with the list in his hand. A tentacle monster with eyes wriggled over, dragging a screaming person in its hand.
"Give me another chance! Give me another chance! "The person cried." My stinky tofu can be even smellier! Believe me, give me another chance, don't throw me in there … "
"Another poor guy who thinks he's smart."
The orc shook his head and sneered. "It's said that when he was caught, he really wanted to put feces in the stinky tofu … Heh, this kind of person who tarnishes cooking skills is not worthy of being a chef. Look, if there's any more trouble like this, there won't be a good ending."
As it spoke, they saw the tentacle monster open a door and casually throw that person in.
Amidst the stench, Huai Shi vaguely saw a mosaic septic tank.
He heard a muffled sound from afar, and then the scream disappeared.
Huai Shi shivered, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
The pressure was great.
At the end of the corridor was a huge arena, the No. 09 audition area.
Thousands of contestants had been divided into dozens of different areas to undergo the test.
All the stoves were lined up in the middle of a trapezoidal square that resembled the Colosseum in Rome. The audience seats were already filled to the brim, and there were no empty seats.
A thin layer of gray fog shrouded the faces of this group of visitors from Hell and the border, hiding their shocking faces and identities. At this moment, they were just pure spectators.
Admiring the birth of a miracle in Hell.
On the judges' seats directly opposite them, there were several majestic figures. Their faces were hidden in the darkness, and only their cold and harsh eyes were staring at the trembling contestants.
Soon, a judge turned his head and glanced at the attendant beside him. The attendant nodded, walked forward, and announced with his head held high, "The competition topic is dessert."
"Regardless of type or style."
The eight-eyed attendant said coldly, "Submit your work to the judges within 15 minutes. Otherwise, be prepared to meet the fate of the loser!"
Huai Shi swallowed his saliva and looked at the contestants around him. Some of them were already trembling on their legs, while others were already full of fighting spirit. They pounced on the stoves, took out their tools and materials provided by the competition, and began to work furiously.
Only Huai Shi stood in front of the stove with a blank face, looking around, at a loss.
The judges noticed that he was trying to slack off and frowned unhappily, casting cold pressure on him. The audience made irritated boos. "Get lost! Get lost! Get lost! "
Huai Shi even saw that among them, the one who was shouting the loudest was a Crow.
"Damn it, you just want to see me unlucky, right?"
Huai Shi speechlessly withdrew his gaze and forced himself to calm down. No matter what, he was a person who had seen the world. He could not be frightened by such a small battle.
But what kind of dessert was he going to make?
He flipped through the materials provided by the competition. It could be said that there were all kinds of fruits, milk, chocolate … But each of them exuded a strange color and smell. It did not look like it could be made delicious at all … This was expected. After all, it was the Demon Chef Competition. It was impossible to make something like Big Dipper Soul Subduing Noodles.
He randomly took a bunch of things and threw them on the chopping board.
Then, Huai Shi was dumbfounded and did not know what to do.
Fortunately, there was still a mobile phone signal here. Huai Shi felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He hurriedly searched for a recipe on the spot. Some sharp-eyed audience saw his screen, and the boos became louder.
And just when Huai Shi was in a hurry, someone had already submitted a work!
In a short three minutes!
The goblin who held his head high had already laughed loudly, picked up the plate, and proudly glanced at the other stunned contestants, "Legacy, legacy, do you know! This, this competition, our, our Green Hair Poison, Poison Wine will definitely win! "
After that, he opened the plate and introduced it to the judges.
"— Please taste, wine, wine fermented tremella!"
On the plate, in four small bowls, crystal clear tremella floated among the attractive fruits. It did not look rotten at all. There was a faint fragrance, which simply made people's appetite move.
The audience who bought luxury packages could even synchronize their sense of smell and taste with the judges. They could even feel the sweetness in it. It was so tempting.
When the small spoon was scooped into the mouth, a touch of sweetness burst out from the mouth and instantly occupied the tip of the tongue. When this touch of tempting sweetness had not dissipated, the demon hidden behind the sugar coating revealed a hideous smile.
Then, the terrible spiciness, bitterness, and indescribable stench exploded from every corner of the mouth like a bomb.
The judges paused, raised their heads, and spat out a stinky poisonous gas. However, their expressions were not unhappy at all. Instead, they were full of surprise and straightforwardness.
"Wonderful!"
At the front, a judge who looked like a hippo in a suit opened his mouth and picked up a small spoon. He scooped up the dessert in the bowl and clicked his tongue in wonder, "It's too rare. Did you bring all the ingredients yourself? This kind of tremella smoked with sulfur is simply wonderful. It's matched with these strawberries ripened with hormones, and the grass ridge dyed with the pigment to look like green tea … As for the dominator, it's the exquisitely brewed legacy of hell, Green Hair Poison Wine. This sour taste is like licking the iron railings in the cold winter period. It's unforgettable! "
"No, there's a different taste."
Next to the hippo, a skinny man raised his head. His eye sockets were sunken like a skeleton. His voice was hoarse, "You also used another material. It's hidden, but in fact, it's the most important foundation of this dessert …"
The judges frowned as they thought about it.
"It's oil."
The goblin smiled and continued to stutter, "I used, used hogwash oil, the hogwash oil mixed with Green Hair Poison Wine!"
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