"It's oil."
The Goblin smiled and continued to stutter, "I … I used hogwash oil … I used Green Hair Poisonous Wine to … mix hogwash oil!"
In an instant, the judges were stunned, then they exclaimed and applauded.
"What an excellent combination!"
"Outstanding taste!"
"You really put a lot of thought into it!"
Soon, the judges put down their empty bowls, wiped their mouths, and then looked at each other. The hippo said, "Unfortunately, it's not qualified!"
The skinny man raised his hand, "Three points."
The one-eyed tentacle monster raised his sign, "Four points."
The pale translucent banshee shook her head, "Two points."
A towering shadow sitting at the back said in a deep voice, "One point."
Not a single judge gave a passing score to the full score of ten.
"Impossible!"
The Goblin shook his head in a daze and staggered back, "I-I-I …"
"I know what you want to ask. You want to ask why we gave a good review just now, right?" The hippo indifferently wiped the white fungus fragments on his front teeth with a silk handkerchief and casually spat, "It's very simple. Because the materials you used are of the best quality. I can see that you spent a lot of money, and your cooking is barely … passable.
Anyway, as long as the materials are good enough, any lousy cooking can be done. But there's one thing you don't have. " The hippo raised a finger and said solemnly, "I can't feel your intentions in your food!"
He said, "There's no intention in your cooking! “
"Bullshit! Bullshit! “
The Goblin was furious. He couldn't accept such a nonsensical excuse. He angrily climbed up the table and pointed at the hippo's face, "What bullshit intentions! What bullshit intentions! Eating a lousy meal, will the taste be different if the chef is in a bad mood! "
"Ignorant."
"Shallow!"
"Pitiful …"
The judges weren't angry. Instead, they looked at the Goblin with pity, as if they were looking at a frog at the bottom of a well.
At the back, the mysterious shadow said in a cold voice, "Too stupid. You're too attached to the appearance and ignore the essence … Let me ask you, what is the so-called food?"
The Goblin was stunned.
"There's only one answer."
The shadow raised a finger, "Food is the foundation of survival. It's the need of all living things. It's an innate need and an inseparable part of life!
Because of this, it's given a lot of value and many expectations! "
The shadow's voice was like thunder, "If tasting good food is the innate desire of all living things, then the dark cuisine required by the Cooking Demon Competition is the most primitive, ancient, and cruel essence of evil!"
"Do we need a processor like a kitchen helper? A machine that only knows how to follow a recipe's order? "
The Goblin, The Demon Demon's's, "He said the voice," What we are waiting is, the essence created is the essence created by disaster and despair! What we desire is demonic cuisine that can let us enjoy while chewing! "
"But you, you, you're unqualified!"
Under the direction of the black shadow, the goblin knelt on the ground in exhaustion. His face was pale, but he was still unwilling. "I don't accept this! What right do you have to say that my food is heartless?
He was so angry that he even stopped stuttering. "I refuse to accept this!"
The shadow waved his hand slightly, indicating for the guards to retreat to the side.
Soon, an indifferent attendant came forward and put down a plate.
"This is the leftover material left behind by the contestants from the previous round. If you really have the heart of a chef, then give it a try!"
The Goblin was stunned for a long time. He looked at the broken chocolate layer in front of him in disbelief. He couldn't understand how this thing could surpass his own work.
But when he reached out and picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, he was stunned.
His pale face turned ashen.
He couldn't believe it.
As if he was struck by lightning, he seemed to have suddenly understood something.
In his daze, a stream of blood and tears flowed down.
"Why?" He looked up and shouted, "Why isn't my son my own? How am I not better than the Goblin next door … God, why! "
With blood and tears, he wailed and choked. He suddenly tore off his belt and wrapped it around the fence. Then, he kicked his legs and hung himself on it.
Not long after, he stopped moving.
He was dead.
Huai Shi looked at all this in a daze. When he saw the remaining chocolate layer on the ground, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
Is the heart of a chef in the dark cuisine world so powerful?
Maybe it can even prolong one's life!
But in an instant, he froze for a moment and reacted.
Wait, prolong one's life?
Isn't this alchemy?
In other words …
Instantly, his eyes lit up.
In the audience, Crow couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. "Only now did he react. How slow is this child's nerves?"
That's right. In this so-called Demon Chef Competition, the unpalatable food was just a facade.
The real competition originated from the malice and darkness of the chef.
It deserved to be called the "dark cuisine world"!
In this regard, you, a negative energy creation machine … should be like a fish in water!
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As time passed slowly, fifteen minutes flashed by.
The contestants submitted their works one after another. Some were successfully promoted, while others were swept out of the door in a crushing defeat, facing the consequences of failure.
Gradually, in the end, only Huai Shi was left in the arena, standing in front of the iron pot with his arms in his arms.
Amidst the impatient voices of the audience, Huai Shi lifted the lid of the pot, picked up a colander, and scooped up all the boiling taro balls. She poured them over ice cubes, then took out a large block of ice from the fridge. She spread out her hands, grabbed two kitchen knives, and began chopping at the taro balls.
The roar even suppressed the audience's boos.
After countless ice crystals flew out, what was left behind were four ice bowls of uniform size.
The ice powder that was chopped into powder was piled on the chopping board, forming a small mountain.
Hippo couldn't help but laugh. "Young man, you're quite ritualistic."
"It's a failure anyway." The skinny man withdrew his gaze without interest. "There's nothing new about things like smoothies."
Almost at the sound of the countdown bell, Huai Shi deftly filled the smoothies, put the taro balls in place, and then sprinkled cream, chocolate sauce, matcha powder, and other condiments.
Four bowls of smoothies that emitted cold air were ready.
They were placed in front of the judges.
The banshee looked at him coldly. "Kid, if you're counting on your mediocre knife skills to get a ranking, you're in the wrong place … You've been pretending for so long. Don't even think about getting a score if you bring up a bowl of trash."
"Don't be impatient."
Huai Shi took a step back, revealing a smile. "It hasn't been injected with a soul yet …"
As he spoke, Huai Shi raised his right arm in front of his chest, gently rubbing his thumb, index finger, and ring finger. As if dancing, he twisted his waist and gently rubbed his fingertips. A wisp of gray dust rustled from his fingertips.
His posture was sacred, as if he was praying.
Under the astonished gazes of the judges, the tribulation ash streaked across his elbow and scattered evenly on the smoothies.
In the twinkling of an eye, it noiselessly sank into the layers of frost, as if it had disappeared.
But in a flash, everyone could feel that this bowl of smoothies was different!
It was as if it possessed a soul!
"Blessing Smoothies, please."
Huai Shi smiled and gestured.
The hippo was stunned for a moment, but soon furrowed his brows. He picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of smoothies, and put it into his mouth. His expression was sluggish and expectant.
Soon, he reacted. He directly picked up the bowl of smoothies and madly devoured it. In the end, he even stuffed the bowl into his mouth, chewing until it was crisp and crunchy.
In a flash, the crisp texture and rich impact spread through the entire venue at the same time along with his taste buds.
No more clamor or boos were heard.
Everyone was dumbfounded in place.
It was as if they had been frozen.
Their complexions became ashen, and their bodies fiercely twitched. In the end, they gradually lost their color, as if they had lost their strength in a long period of hard work. They were full of exhaustion.
"This is … This is …"
After a long time, the hippo slowly raised his head, and a sentimental tear fell from the corner of his eye. "Ah, this cold impact and full of malice, the inescapable depression and sadness … Like endless overtime and hard labor, the body is gradually hollowed out in the false chicken blood born from self-deception … But in the heart, I can't help but feel a wonderful sense of happiness."
He picked up a napkin and slowly wiped the corners of his eyes. He recovered his calm and judged from the bottom of his heart.
"Excellent!"
"Pure despair and malice! What a pure culinary heart! "
The skinny man took a bite and didn't eat anymore. His eyes seemed to be burning with the flames of excitement, which made people shudder. "Ah, it's as if I can see a 996 working man coming home and seeing a strange man lying on his wife's bed! From anger to exhaustion, and finally, I choose to forgive … I actually feel a sense of relief, as if 'isn't this pretty good?' "
The banshee leaned in front of the bowl of ice and took a deep breath. Soon after, she began to tremble as if she had taken drugs.
And the bowl of ice silently melted into water.
"Oh, oh, oh, this kind of happiness that directly overflows from the heart of a chef is so nostalgic!" She pursed her lips. "Through the frost, the intensity of the happiness is ingeniously diluted, but it makes this happiness even more long-lasting … Yes, this kind of satisfaction is worthy of the name of a blessing. Although the technique is immature, this creativity is admirable."
In the long silence, only the chewing sound at the end of the table could be heard.
The huge shadow tasted Huai Shi's dishes unhurriedly, spoonful after spoonful. In the end, he gently put down the bowl.
After pointing out Goblins' flaws, he finally spoke up.
Only one word.
"Okay."
Four score cards were raised.
Seven points, seven points, eight points, six points.
Preliminary round, passed!
On the list of the top sixteen, a new name appeared again.
Huai Shi, advanced!
"Poor hospitality!"
Huai Shi pulled off the apron on his body and turned to walk to the lounge with a smile.
Unlike the confusion and uneasiness 15 minutes ago, at this moment, his heart was full of calmness and confidence. If it had to be expressed in words, then it could be summed up in a few words!
— — I'll be the King of Chefs!
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