Ten minutes had passed.
Guo Shouque had not moved at all since the start of the competition.
He could not even hear the sound of his breathing.
It was as if the person standing there was not an old ghost whose hair and eyebrows were almost gone, but an ugly piece of rotten wood.
It was placed right outside his opponent's cooking table.
It was such an eyesore.
He only lowered his head and focused on observing Jonny's cooking table. He scrutinized every tool and watched his every move and step. His narrowed eyes widened with curiosity and anticipation.
He looked like a child who had just come to school for the first time.
He felt that everything was amazing and novel.
This was not bad, that was not bad, everything was not bad. Was there anything else that was amazing? Hurry up and take it out for me to see!
He had clearly expressed his admiration in such a frank manner, but it was still so … unpleasant!
The violent and vicious aura behind the cooking table became even more fierce.
Jonny stared silently at Guo Shouque. The veins on his thick arms bulged. He pressed them against the cooking table, bent down, and looked down at Guo Shouque. "Old ghost, what are you looking at?"
"I'm looking at you."
Guo Shouque answered without any embarrassment. "I'm observing my opponent and looking for your mistakes … But to be honest, your basic skills are perfect. There are no mistakes in the way you handle the ingredients. You're really amazing!
Mr. Gu Zhijian, you must have gone through countless trials and tribulations, right? I could see that every movement that didn't require any thought and skillful technique must have been obtained through countless repetitions of training. Aside from this amazing talent, your hard work and diligence are also far above mine!
"The fighting spirit of a young person is truly terrifying …"
Boom!
There was a sudden explosion.
On the cooking table, countless tools and ingredients suddenly flew up and then fell back down in a panic.
This was because a hand covered in veins had already left a deep crack on the cooking table.
"Are you done talking?"
Jonny Gu Zhijian raised his head and asked coldly.
"Yes, I'm done."
"Since you like to watch, then watch, old ghost."
Jonny bent down and leaned closer. He grinned and said indifferently, "You can play whatever tricks you want. It's fine if you destroy my ingredients and interfere with my cooking. But that won't change the result because your petty tricks won't affect me at all! "
He withdrew his gaze and lowered his head. Piece by piece, he threw away the ferocious turkey in his hand. He skillfully let out the blood and dissected it in an orderly manner. He wasn't afraid that the other party would secretly learn his skills. He wasn't even afraid that the other party would destroy his ingredients when he wasn't paying attention.
He allowed Guo Shouque to blabber on and on.
His expression was cold.
There was no trace of anger. He seemed to have become one with the concrete, steel, lime, and so on, turning into a man-made iron and stone statue.
Even if the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, he would not waver in the slightest.
Since the age of eight, as an illegal immigrant who was despised by other people, he had been pushing a dining cart and wandering the streets with his master. They wandered between the slums and the commercial district, avoiding the searches of the Food Administration Bureau, the pursuit of the police, the extortion of the gangs, and the exclusion of his peers. He endured and adapted in countless hostile environments, then transformed, and finally became the master!
In the roaring hot steel mill, in the dusty production workshop, in the noisy and chaotic slums, next to the mosquito flying garbage dump … What was born from the roots of the deepest part of Detroit was this swift, fast, high-heat, and flawless industrial cuisine!
Guo Shouque's tricks were not even comparable to the sound of a fly to him!
In just a few minutes, all the ingredients had been processed.
It was time to make …
Without any protection, the hand pulled up the red-hot lid of the pot.
The thin and pitiful temperature couldn't even penetrate the thick calluses. The moment the pot lid was lifted, a terrifying tide engulfed the entire arena.
It was so pungent, so rich, and so tyrannical that the smell spread to the tip of everyone's nose, making them widen their eyes in disbelief.
Was that … engine oil?
Huai Shi took a deep breath and finally confirmed that it was indeed engine oil! Now, what was boiling and rolling in the huge pot of oil was all engine oil!
But when he smelled the smell, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
He felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.
Even though he knew it was so pungent and unhealthy, he couldn't help but want to breathe in more, to feel this sudden stimulation and pleasure.
The rough smell lingering at the tip of his nose gradually dissolved and became sweet.
It was like flowers and plants, like trees, like agarwood, and in the midst of drifting, it developed a completely different smell.
It was intoxicating.
At the same time, it was difficult to endure the hunger and thirst.
It wasn't until Huai Shi reached out and forced Zhen Xi to sit on the chair that she realized that she had stood up at some point. She became hungry and couldn't help but want to pounce forward.
She was intoxicated by the smell of engine oil and couldn't extricate herself.
Her consciousness was already starting to fade.
Huai Shi clenched his fist, and when he opened his palm again, a small pinch of ash appeared, and he poured it directly into her nose.
The ash smelled like salt and refreshed the mind.
In an instant, as the pure negative Origin Substance spread out, Makoto's eyes became red. Tears began to flow out of her eyes as if she was recalling some painful past.
She even wasted a tissue from Huai Shi.
After crying for a long time, she finally reacted. "What's wrong with me? I just … "
Miss Huai Shi sighed and took out her phone to show her.
[Organic Solvent Addiction]
This was a tendency that most people innately had, and even they didn't notice it.
Engine oil, rosin, turpentine, paint, paint …
In the face of this volatile substance, it was obviously pungent and was not good for the body, but when one wanted to smell it, or even imagine a similar smell, a sense of hunger that only smokers could understand would emerge in one's chest.
In serious cases, you would even be intoxicated by it, unable to extricate yourself.
This was already an intoxicating substance similar to tobacco or alcohol.
Just the smell alone was enough to make ordinary people show symptoms of poisoning and addiction. As a Culinary Demon, Jonny's skills could be said to have reached the point of perfection, and it was admirable.
And now, Jonny picked up a bucket of seasoning, one handful after another, and covered the prepared ingredients with a large amount of spices.
He casually rubbed, and his hands burst forth with terrifying strength like a cement mixer, kneading the spices into the raw turkey meat.
"Oh?"
Guo Shouque raised his eyebrows. "Young man, you're not planning to use engine oil to fry it, are you?"
"Can't I?"
Jonny grinned and mocked. "The blood of industry is engine oil. And the king of engine oil is Ericsson! Today, I've prepared the signature dish of industrial cuisine, Ericsson Fried Chicken Set! "
Along with his movements, all the ingredients fell into the boiling pot.
In an instant, a loud boiling sound burst forth, and a large amount of black smoke rose up, violently spreading in all directions. Like a chemical reaction, the chicken that submitted to the engine oil emitted a crazy strange fragrance that blended into the pungent smell of the engine oil, forming a mist that instantly covered the entire venue.
The rich smell of the fried chicken and the pungent engine oil combined into one, and when they overlapped, it exploded with ten times the power of infection.
Even Huai Shi couldn't help but want to praise such a godly creation.
Traces of darkness spread out from Miss Huai Shi's side, vaguely enveloping Zhen Xi and isolating her. If a normal person smelled this, wouldn't they instantly become a crazy glutton like a zombie?
High fat, high calorie food was the most basic requirement for every life form to survive.
It was a desire that had been engraved in human genes, cells, and Origin Substances since ancient times.
No matter how unhealthy it was for modern people, for those in history who were hungry all year round, it was a blessing!
A two-pronged attack!
The natural attraction of the high calorie fried chicken and the magical temptation of the engine oil combined into one, forming a projection of a large city in the spreading black smoke.
It was a city that was covered in smog, soot, and the rumbling of machinery. It was America's shining industrial pearl, Detroit, the shining light of industry!
This place had indeed become the stage of industrial cuisine, and everything was under Jonny's control!
When the golden chicken was scooped out of the oil, it shone with a golden light.
In an instant, row after row of fried chicken were drained of oil powder, and wrapped in a pungent smell, they were placed on the chopping board.
Chicken drumsticks, chicken wings, chicken breasts, chicken hearts, chicken fillets … … chicken burgers!
Jonny's movements were as quick and precise as an assembly line. Large cardboard boxes were placed one after another in a row.
This was definitely not a portion that a single person could finish.
"You actually made so many servings?"
Guo Shouque raised his head in shock, a trace of bitterness appearing on his wrinkled face. "I'm an old bag of bones, and I can't finish them all. Isn't this a little too despicable?"
"Don't worry, if I want to defeat an old thing like you, I don't need to use such a despicable method."
Jonny tilted his head, lit a cigarette, and casually shook off the ash. "The workers have very bad tempers, even worse than you.
They're violent, easily angered, loud, and don't know when to back down. After a day of hard work, their stomachs are rumbling with hunger … … I can't let these customers wait for too long, and I can't let these workers go home disappointed.
The essence of industrial cuisine is absolute output, absolute standards, and absolute satiation! "
As he spoke, he grinned, looked at the surrounding stages, and said provocatively, "I've made servings for ten people today! Friends who are interested can come up on stage to collect them later … … But once they cool down, they won't taste good anymore. "
As he spoke, Jonny picked up a large cardboard box that was even bigger than Guo Shouque's head with the cigarette in his hand and placed it in front of Guo Shouque. "Please, old man, before you die, have a good taste of the new era's skills!"
Inside the cardboard box was a dazzling array of fried food, and it even came with a large bottle of iced happy water.
This was enough for a family of three to eat for an entire day. It was an extremely large Exxon fried chicken set meal!
Guo Shouque picked up the cardboard box, lowered his head, and looked at the heat bombs in the box. He fell into deep thought for a long time.
"Are you afraid?" Jonny sneered mockingly.
"No, I'm just curious, young man …"
Guo Shouque reached out and grabbed a drumstick that was even bigger than his face. He moved closer and examined it. He could not help but chuckle softly. "Although I'm an old thing who can't keep up with the times, at least I can still tell the difference … … How is this fried chicken?"
He laughed loudly and exposed Jonny's pretense, causing his smile to stiffen for a moment.
"… This is clearly tempura!"
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