"I think …"
The hippopotamus murmured in a daze, "Got stood up?"
When he came to his senses, he looked down at the curry fish jelly that he had eaten three mouthfuls of. He abruptly raised the plate, opened his mouth, and poured the entire fish jelly into his mouth before chewing madly.
Terrifying spiciness and fury erupted from his face again, burning his gray face red.
Countless blood vessels appeared in his eyes.
"So it's tribulation ash!" He identified the ingredients excitedly. "It's tribulation ash that gives me this uneasy feeling … I've never seen such pure tribulation ash before! Was it specially made for this dish? "
The skinny man said vaguely, "There's also fury, this is a man-made fury, a pure fury and killing intent …"
"Blood, there's the smell of blood."
The banshee inhaled the spiciness of the curry deeply, and her eyes glowed. "Poisonous blood, a rare poisonous blood, it's of the dragon species … Oh, it hides deep sorrow and powerlessness, as well as an inescapable sense of death … What a familiar feeling, it's like the taste of my mother."
"It's so exquisite, it's irresistible."
The skinny man grinned and greedily chewed the fish jelly in his mouth. "With each bite, I can feel a strong sense of anticipation and an inescapable sense of loss, as if I'm wandering between gaining and losing … Is this the true essence of pigeon curry?"
The frenzied gluttony soon came to an abrupt halt.
In the silence, only the black shadow at the back of the line continued to eat the curry on his plate without saying anything.
In the end, he put down his spoon.
"In terms of skills, you're still lacking. No, I should say … you don't even look like a chef, do you?"
The black shadow slowly wiped his mouth and commented, "Creativity and ingredients have made up for your shortcomings. I can see that you have an excellent cooking heart and dark wisdom, and you have ample potential in the field of cooking."
He paused for a moment, and there was no arrogance in his voice. Instead, he gave a careful evaluation. "Although this dish doesn't have the right to be served in the main banquet of the Abyss, it's still qualified as a snack. I'll give you seven points."
"Eight points," the banshee chimed in.
"Seven and a half points," the hippopotamus judged.
"Seven points," the skinny man said.
And so, Huai Shi passed the preliminaries, and completed this competition perfectly. He also received an invitation to the international competition half a year later.
Thus, in the silence, the youth happily took a step back and turned around to leave.
Just as he brushed past him, he heard the rotting man's mocking laughter. "What pigeon curry, it's just trash."
She arrogantly retracted her gaze from Huai Shi, held her cauldron, and slowly walked to the judging panel.
"Please taste my work — Witch Stew!"
The lid of the cauldron was slowly opened. Then, in the dark green soup, countless fish heads and messy tentacles slowly appeared, revealing a nightmarish state.
Poisonous Origin Substances began to emanate from within, bringing with them terrifying cries of pain and suffering. These cries and curses seemed to have come from the depths of hell.
Just by looking at it, countless murmurs sounded in his ears.
"No abuse! He wouldn't abuse him! Let's read Chapter 50 … "
"Would Feng Pigeon lie to you?"
"Even though he's dead, he's grown up!"
Just by looking at it, one could feel the hatred and curses that seeped into it.
It was as if it would bring misfortune and make people want to avoid it.
Huai Shi's footsteps paused. He turned around curiously, as if he was looking forward to the results. He had a disgusting smile on his face, which made her even angrier. She gritted her teeth.
Soon, you will discover how weak and laughable your work is compared to true dark cuisine!
She held her anger and hatred in her heart. She reached out to scoop the soup and elegantly presented it to the judges.
Such an excellent appearance was much better than Huai Shi's pretentious gimmick.
The judges glanced at each other. For a moment, their mouths twitched. But when they picked up their spoons and carefully tasted a spoonful, they froze in place.
They frowned.
Because there was no taste …
There was still no taste!
Was it the same as before?
No, it was more like there was no salt or chicken essence … Even though the texture was not bad, no matter how they tasted it, they could not find the rich impact that they had imagined.
The judges frowned. They scooped up another spoonful and smacked their lips carefully.
Their brows slowly furrowed.
"No salt?" The hippopotamus unhappily raised his head and asked.
"The condiments don't seem very fresh either." The skinny man shook his head. "It's bland and tasteless."
"It's like a pot of soup that has been boiled for a long time. There's no fresh feeling at all." The banshee indifferently shook her head. "It's just average."
She froze in place, staring blankly at the judges.
Her lips trembled in shock. Her face under the disguise gradually paled. After a long time, she looked at the huge shadow at the back as if she was holding on to her last hope.
The shadow did not speak.
More accurately, after the soup was served, he did not touch it after smelling it.
Sensing the contestant's gaze, the shadow coldly raised his eyes and glanced at her. "You lost."
"No … this … how is this possible!"
She madly rushed forward and snatched the bowl from the hippopotamus's hands. She drank a mouthful and felt the pain and taste of the rich impact of the Resentment Origin Substance exploding in her mouth. She could not believe it.
"I didn't make any mistakes! There were no problems with any steps … "
"No, you were wrong from the beginning."
The banshee mockingly looked at her and spoke the truth. "You were slow. You were one step too slow."
"One step was enough to determine the current outcome."
The hippopotamus sympathetically shook his head. "You lost. Regretfully, we cannot let you advance. But for the sake of your efforts … we will not impose a curse on you. Please leave."
"No!"
The woman roared, unable to restrain her anger. "There's a problem here! There must be a problem! "
The skinny man uninterestedly snapped his fingers. A waiter walked forward, reached out, and suddenly grabbed her neck. Step by step, he violently dragged her out of the arena.
The woman crazily screamed and struggled. Her cloak fell down, revealing a large patch of strange blue-black tattoos on her shoulders.
When she saw Huai Shi, she froze.
Huai Shi was smiling.
As if he had expected it.
"I'm sorry." He shook his head in pity. "After eating my Mang Sea Maggot, cough cough … my pigeon curry, anything you eat will no longer taste good."
This was his purpose of serving the dish in advance before his opponent!
The decaying toxin in the blood of the Blue Crown Dragon mixed with the ashes could numb the judges' sense of taste and perception, causing their body and soul to enter a short period of sage after intense stimulation.
During this period, everything would be bland and tasteless.
When Huai Shi stood in front of her, she was bound to lose.
"It's you! It's you! "
The woman crazily screamed, reaching out to scratch him, but she could not reach him. The waiter's speed increased. As if deliberately waiting for him to finish his explanation, he pulled her up and threw her out of the door that appeared in front of him.
The door closed.
The woman disappeared.
Huai Shi raised her head and saw the judges with strange smiles on their faces.
They did not seem to be angry about being tricked. Instead, they looked at Huai Shi with more praise and encouragement. Perhaps he had succeeded in promoting the theme of the Demon Chef Competition's first place and second place in the competition.
Wasn't the life and death struggle between the contestants the best program to eat?
At this moment, he saw Luo Xian carry her wok and walk to the judges' table.
Huai Shi was stunned.
The words just now were not only for the defeated woman, but also to remind Luo Xian to wait for a while before presenting her work.
But he did not expect her to be so confident.
She actually served the dish directly!
Even the judges were a little stunned.
"Commendable courage."
The hippo nodded and praised. He looked down at the pickled fish in front of him and frowned. Then, he poked at it with his chopsticks, and his frown deepened.
Something seemed wrong.
There was no sudden golden light.
There was no soaring resentment.
There was no strange fragrance spreading …
No matter how he looked at it … it looked like a very ordinary pickled fish!
He opened his mouth suspiciously and took a bite.
Then, he was stunned again. His expression suddenly twisted, as if he had seen a ghost, or a ghost that came out of nowhere and saw him.
In short, he looked like he had seen a ghost.
He looked at Luo Xian in a daze.
His fingers twitched.
"You … you …"
The hippo made a sound with difficulty and suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth. Then, in the screams of countless audience, he bent down and vomited.
He vomited!
He actually vomited!
After being used to countless storms, the judges actually fell in front of this Pickled Cabbage Fish.
Not only the hippo, but the skinny man also spat out white foam. He forcibly covered his mouth to prevent himself from vomiting. Fortunately, his mouth was relatively small.
He could cover it.
But the banshee had already covered her face and screamed.
It was actually so unpalatable!
Even the black shadow was stunned for a long time and said in a startled voice, "The younger generation will surpass us in time! The younger generation will surpass us in time! This boy will definitely not be a fish in a pond in the future … "
"So powerful?"
Huai Shi looked at the judges with a stunned expression. He took out a magnifying glass and observed the remaining fish in the pot attentively. But no matter how he looked at it, it looked like a plate of ordinary pickled fish.
There was nothing unusual about the smell and appearance.
It even made him have some appetite.
"Do you want some?" Luo Xian picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks and put it on a plate. She handed it over and smiled helplessly, "To be honest, I think it's just so-so."
Huai Shi looked down at the plate in front of him in a daze.
He swallowed his saliva.
To be honest, he knew that he seemed to be looking for trouble, but he just couldn't help but want to know … what this thing tasted like.
Anyway, he watched the whole cooking process. There was no poison or any unusual cooking methods at all.
It was just an ordinary fish.
No matter how unpalatable it was, it couldn't be that bad …
With such a mood, Huai Shi made a decision that he would regret for the rest of his life. He picked up the chopsticks.
He took a bite.
Three seconds later, he knelt on the ground and vomited the stinky bile in embarrassment. His face was full of tears.
"How could …"
He shouted in grief and indignation, "How could it be so unpalatable! “
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