Inside the glass, the surface of the water was still swaying slightly, reflecting a faint glow.
Everyone couldn't help but stretch their necks forward to take a closer look.
They frowned.
"What's this?"
"Water?"
"Nonsense, anyone with eyes can see that it's water … But what's this thing doing?"
A cooking demon from Yingzhou pinched his chin and thought for a long time. "It looks like it's cut with water? Good technique, clean and neat. "
Cut with water.
Originally, the popular drinking method in Yingzhou was to add water to reduce the alcohol content so that people could taste the wine better.
At first, it was used on sake. Later, when foreign liquors like whiskey entered the market, it quickly became popular.
"After adding ice and water, mix it well until there's frost on the glass. It's cut with water."
Nonsense, who here couldn't see that it was cut with water?
But the problem was … what did you cut?
Cut with water to cut sake and whiskey? What kind of new type of Matryoshka doll was this?
"Moreover, in the glass … it should be pure water, right? No carbon dioxide was added, so where did all the bubbles come from? It doesn't feel good. "
Arum was hesitant, so he turned and asked, "Old Mister Guo, what do you think?"
"Oh, I know a thing or two about this."
Old Chef Guo smiled like an old chrysanthemum, rubbing his knees. After a long time, he said, "This should be the famous Dongxia dish, boiled cabbage!"
？？？
For a moment, countless question marks appeared on everyone's heads.
What the hell?
Boiled cabbage?
Is there a problem with me or with you?
Do you Dongxia people like to talk about this whenever you're cooking?
"How can there be such boiled cabbage!"
"Maybe it's a subspecies." Old Chef nodded calmly. "Cooking has to be innovative."
"Don't joke around. If it's boiled cabbage, then where's the boiled water?"
Old Chef Guo shrugged. "It's been too long. It's cold."
"Then where's the cabbage?"
"Maybe you forgot to put it in?"
The old man had an unfathomable and terrifying look on his face, causing the others to be too lazy to continue listening to his nonsense.
Because Huai Shi had already picked up the sticky note on the side, wrote a note, and stuck it on the cup.
He thoughtfully wrote the introduction.
[Creative Cuisine — Heartache Heartache]
This was a brand-new result that he had come up with on a whim.
After combining the skills of the creator, it was a completely reborn Fat Otaku Sad Water V3.0!
After that, Miss Huai Zhi smiled and pointed at the cup, looking at Shen Jinqing.
Eagerly anticipating.
Please, my friend.
Chu Chu, Chu Chu …
Shen Jinqing, on the other hand, was silent. He sat on the chair, dumbstruck.
He seemed to have finally awoken from his previous shock. Staring at the cup in front of him, his expression changed and gradually twitched.
He suppressed his anger.
However, the rage that was growing stronger and stronger was difficult to restrain, causing his eyes to widen and his face to turn ashen.
"Stop joking around, Huai Zhi!"
Shen Jinqing angrily rebuked, "What do you take cooking for? Was this a joke? For this kind of thing, even if I die here and jump down from here, I will never … "
His angry voice came to an abrupt end.
Because there was a thick shadow covering his face, blocking the light in his eyes.
From a close distance, Huai Zhi Motoko lowered her head and looked down at the opponent in front of her. She didn't speak, just silently stared.
But when he was looked down at by that pair of pitch-black eyes, there was no doubt that he felt the pressure from it.
That was telling him …
Drink it!
She was warning him.
It was as if she wanted to implant that inexplicable brutality into the soul in front of her.
She coldly gave an absolute order to the ingredients on the chopping board that could not be disobeyed.
There was no need for words. That indifferent and mocking meaning had been deeply engraved in his soul. She whispered in his ear:
Shen Jinqing, you are already a mature adult. Don't be picky like a child, okay? If you want to make trouble because you can't eat the candy, then I will give you some sweetness …
In front of him, Huai Zhi Motoko pulled over the seasoning plate, opened the lid, and casually and perfunctorily pinched a pinch of candy and threw it into the cup in front of her.
It was as if this would make the ice water taste better.
This was the last mercy.
Now …
She raised her eyes again, bent down, and got closer to him. She stared into his eyes at a close distance and gave him her final order.
— — Drink it for me!
Being stared at by that pair of eyes, he felt as if he had fallen into an abyss and lost his last will to resist.
He couldn't help but reach out and pick up the cup.
By the time Shen Jinqing reacted, his lips were already pressed against the edge of the cold cup. He tilted it, and a stream of cold water flowed into his mouth.
It went down his throat, and the refreshing coolness spread. He couldn't help but let out a long breath.
He felt refreshed.
Unexpectedly, it was sweet and tasty.
No, it should be said that … … it refreshed his mind!
The coarse sugar that had been casually grabbed spread through his chest along with the coldness of the ice water. It was as if he was standing in front of a cold wind, as if he could see the withering plum blossoms of early spring wither on the branches, stooped and humble … …
His eyes gradually became hazy.
There was clearly no alcohol, but he felt as if he was drunk. He was intoxicated by this wonderful Origin Substance and recalled that winter.
In that instant, he felt that something was wrong. His pupils subconsciously contracted, and he wanted to resist.
But immediately afterwards, an illusion appeared in front of him.
That year, snow fell from the sky, and a young girl stood alone on a plum blossom tree.
The fluttering snow landed on her hair and shoulders, gradually covering the small mole on the back of her neck. It could no longer be seen, and only her snow-white skin remained.
When she turned around to look at him, her eyes were like ink, and the youth's heart began to beat wildly.
Very quickly, that illusion disappeared in front of his eyes.
"Ah Tao … …"
He muttered absentmindedly, falling into a trance.
After that, how many years had it been since he remembered her appearance?
Even he himself had forgotten those buried memories. Now, when the afterimages of the past reappeared, he once again felt intoxicated amidst his confusion.
He couldn't help but take another sip.
By the time he realized that it was poison, it was already too late.
Because the remaining sweetness in his mouth gradually became sour … …
In the midst of his confusion, he gradually recalled that short and painful youth that belonged to him and only him.
"Ah Tao? That's the head master's daughter. "
"How is it? She's a beauty, right? Aiya, I'm so envious. Why can't I have a daughter like that? "
"You brat, you're not in heat, are you? Hurry up and get back to work. Don't let your imagination run wild! "
The work of the Three Roads was very busy, especially the apprentices. Not only did they have to do odd jobs, but they also had to serve tea and be responsible for running errands for their masters and seniors. Like servants, they were busy every day until dusk. The slightest mistake would be mercilessly whipped and reprimanded.
Many of his companions in the same batch couldn't stand such cruel treatment and quit. Only he persisted. He gritted his teeth, held back his tears, and didn't know how many sleepless nights. Finally, he endured the most difficult years. In the end, he received the favor of the head master and was accepted as an official disciple.
It wasn't until that day, when he saw Ah Tao again at the banquet, that he vaguely understood. Perhaps he was able to endure that long torment, not because of his innate character or perseverance, but because … … he wanted to see her again.
The interaction between the two of them was just that.
The meeting under the corridor, the smile they saw every day at dawn and dusk, and the fragrance that remained in the air when they brushed past each other. It made him gradually intoxicated, and gradually … … he couldn't extricate himself.
His mind was occupied by that figure.
He missed her face, her back, and her body crazily. He did so many shameful things just to get closer to her, even if it was just a little bit.
He was like a loyal dog.
As long as it was Ah Tao's words, he would listen. As long as it was something she wanted, he would buy it. As long as it was something she wanted to do, he would do it no matter what.
Until one day, he saw someone else holding her in his arms … …
How long ago was that scene? Why was it still so vivid in his mind?
Every time he thought of it, he couldn't help but feel a dull pain in his heart.
He couldn't breathe.
He lowered his head and subconsciously loosened his bow tie. He picked up the glass of water and drank a mouthful, trying to use the ice water to suppress the frustration in his heart.
The excessive sugar spread and mixed with the sour taste, leaving only an indescribable bitterness.
Jealousy.
This was the taste of jealousy.
When she was with that person, Ah Tao actually showed a beautiful smile that he had never seen before. It was like the sun, deeply piercing Shen Jin's heart, making him almost go crazy.
If only she could be happy. As long as she lived well, it didn't matter what happened to him.
He could only comfort himself with such a reason. He curled up in a corner where the sun couldn't find it, gradually becoming as humble as dust.
But happiness didn't come. After she got pregnant with that person's child, Ah Tao was dumped by that scumbag. She became completely different from the past.
Not long after, she was in a pair with a new boyfriend … …
Her smile was still the same.
But gradually, it was different from the past.
Then, she was betrayed and abandoned again and again.
It was all the fault of that group of bastards!
Every time after they broke up, Ah Tao would cry and complain to him. Every time, he wanted to muster up the courage to say the words in his heart …
Perhaps, the next one, the next one could be him.
At that time, he would never let her be hurt like that.
Countless times, Shen Jin made such a vow.
It wasn't until late one night that a rosy face with a faint smell of alcohol came over and scrutinized his face, her eyes roaming.
"Oh, I know." She smiled. "Shen Jin-kun, you must not have hugged a woman before, right?"
She whispered in his ear, "As long as you have tasted that feeling once, you won't be so embarrassed. How about it, do you want me to help? Take it as a reward for all this time … … "
Crack!
In Shen Jin Qing's hand, a crack appeared on the glass.
That was the sound of a dream breaking.
Shen Jin Qing had forgotten how he answered at that time.
He only remembered that he lowered his head, shamefully and embarrassedly … … escaped.
He wanted to escape to a place where even the shadow couldn't catch up.
He wanted to forget everything … … From then on, it was a long and empty time.
On the field, Shen Jin Qing had long been immersed in the bubbles of the dream, throwing everything to the back of his mind.
He just swallowed the bitterness in the glass in big mouthfuls. Unknowingly, tears streamed down his face.
Why did it become like this?
Since when did everything become different?
He had never noticed it.
But what about her?
Did she really know his feelings?
In the silence, tears gradually fell into the glass, wetting his palm drop by drop.
Then they quickly evaporated.
It was as if he wasn't holding a glass of water, but a red-hot iron. In the terrifying heat, his hand gradually burned into charcoal, making a sizzling sound.
That was the heat hidden in the wine glass finally erupting. As the ice water decreased, it began to spread … …
Clearly, as long as he let go, he would be free, but Shen Jin Qing was reluctant to let go. He just shed tears and sipped the boiling bitter wine in a daze.
He just wanted to see that illusion again.
Once again, he wanted to return to the first time he saw her under the plum blossoms. He stared at the girl bathed in snow and told her what he had always wanted to say.
"Miss Ah Tao, I love you … … from the bottom of my heart."
He said such words from his cracked heart in such a humble way.
But no one responded.
Shen Jin Qing closed his eyes and fainted.
But even as he fainted, he continued to cry and gripped the glass of water tightly … … Even if the rescuers used iron pliers, it would be difficult to pry it open.
To the side, Huai Shi was dumbfounded.
It had to be said that this was the result of the inspiration he had obtained from observing a certain person. He had used the corrosive Origin Substance in the Dream Cage as the material to transform all kinds of emotions and reforge it.
The water was just water.
The only thing that had merged with it was an insignificant bubble seed.
With the illusion of joy as the starting point, it gradually fell under the guidance of the ashes until it was unable to extricate itself from the pain of despair.
This was the Water Cutter Dream.
Unfortunately, dream manipulation was not Huai Shi's forte, so she could only rely on the buffs from the Decaying Dream Fragment and the Forger's Forge.
Not only could it not be stored for a long time, but it also took an astonishingly long time to create.
Limited by his skill, it had to be swallowed by the other party before it could germinate. It would grow along the other party's soul and bring the greatest pain.
This was a poison coated with a layer of sugar. Compared to that kind of nightmare, the high temperature of the glass was just an addition.
It could only be said that he had taken advantage of the Cooking Demon Tournament.
He could not imagine what Shen Jin Qing had seen, nor could he empathize with him. However, he could more or less guess from his external performance.
Then, he felt admiration from the bottom of his heart.
After all, a bootlicker was a real cow.
Not long after, the result was clear.
Shen Jin Qing was judged to be unable to rise again, losing the ability to continue the tournament. It was unknown if he would wake up in a short period of time.
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Miss Huai Shi grinned and left with her employer.
The opening match of the Cooking Demon Tournament.
Huai Shi Suzi, victory!
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Even now, many of the Cooking Demons in the audience still hadn't recovered from the shock. Some people already had guesses in their hearts, but they would not say it out loud.
On one hand, they did not have much confidence. On the other hand … they hoped that others would also suffer a loss when they met her.
After all, that Miss Suzi was a real strong opponent.
There was no doubt about that.
They could not think that Shen Jin Qing was a simple character just because of his sudden defeat.
After all, with the reputation of Three Roads, no one in the audience could guarantee that they would be fine after eating an entire set of Iron Cannon Feast.
If they wanted to win, they had to gain the initiative by striking first.
According to the rules of the tournament, the Cooking Demon who finished first could let the opponent eat his dish first and then try to KO. It was not like that strange woman who ate all the Mutation Poison without dissolving it. Moreover, she felt that it was not enough and wanted more …
It could only be said that Shen Jin Qing was too pitiful.
He was clearly a candidate who had the potential to enter the finals, but in the end, he met the worst opponent.
No matter who it was, everyone could see that the woman called Suzi had an excessively high resistance to poison!
Apart from that, only Old Cooking Demon Guo had some understanding of the upgraded version of the Fat Otaku's Sorrowful Water.
He was really too old. He had seen too much and experienced too much. No matter what kind of technique it was, he had experienced it from his opponent.
If he guessed correctly, it should be a technique similar to the Fang Xian Dao. No, it should be a cooking method similar to the 'Offering Banquet'.
It originated from the Cooking Demon tradition in India. It was a unique cooking technique created by imitating the disaster of Heavenly Demons disturbing Buddha's enlightenment …
It seemed simple, and the ingredients used were not that amazing. However, the method of using the Origin Substance was frighteningly powerful. No matter how profound a monk's meditation was, as long as a bowl of milk porridge entered his stomach, he would still be entangled by the original sinful nature of birth, old age, sickness, and death, resentment, unattainable desires, blazing yin, and so on.
If it weren't for the fact that the woman called White Paper Suzi wasn't wearing a monk's robe during the Cooking Demon duel, he would have thought that she was the White Lotus Seed of this generation.
After all, the Cooking Demon's signature style was to look safe and harmless. The women looked as pure as they could be, while the men looked as herbivorous as they could be. Their disguises were better than anyone else's, but their attacks were more vicious than anyone else's.
Losing to such an opponent, Shen Jinqing was not aggrieved.
From the beginning, he had fallen into the opponent's rhythm. Then, the flaw in his heart had been seen through, and he had been strengthened with special attacks. His complete collapse was completely within reason.
As early as when White Paper Suzi finished eating the Iron Cannon Banquet, he had already lost half of the battle.
"Hoho, the younger generation will surpass us in time, the younger generation will surpass us in time."
The old Cooking Demon laughed with gratification, clapping his hands in encouragement. Like a benevolent senior, he praised, "Truly, truly terrifying!"
As such, he restrained the surging appetite and killing intent in his heart.
He narrowed his eyes, keeping the second half of his sentence in his heart.
This child, he definitely could not be left alive …
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