Special Yingzhou Cold Wind Buckwheat Noodles.
A stack of cold noodles and a bowl of dipping sauce were placed in front of Enrico.
In the long silence, Enrico's expression twitched. He lowered his head and looked at the plate in front of him. He raised his head and looked at Huai Shi, then lowered his head and looked at the plate in front of him.
"What is this?"
"Special Yingzhou Cold Wind Buckwheat Noodles …"
"It doesn't matter if it's cold wind or water, but where is the buckwheat noodles?!"
Even a shameless person like Enrico began to get angry in front of such watered dishes. "Where is the buckwheat?!"
"I forgot to put it."
Huai Shi was as calm as ever.
"Then why is it called cold buckwheat noodles?!"
"I said it's specially made. You're so annoying."
Huai Zhisuko raised her hand and flicked the ash of the cigarette. She said impatiently, "If you want to, you can call it boiled cabbage. The name is just a name. The content is the essence. You don't want it even though it's free. Do you want me to charge you? "
"Listen to me, people need to earn a living to survive!
Only the dishes that cost money will be carefully made by the chef. Free goods like this are just garbage to attract customers to the restaurant, turn consumers into commodities, and then sell membership cards and beverage services at high prices. "
"Garbage, do you know? Just like your maggots! Give me a good taste of the essence of free food! "
Miss Huai Zhisuko pinched the cigarette and pressed her hands on the table. She looked down at him and ordered roughly, "Eat it, now, immediately!"
Being looked at by that pair of fierce eyes, he could almost understand her anger. At the same time, he also felt the horror of the abyss.
Even Enrico couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and felt a piercing chill.
At the same time, he suddenly realized something.
He must eat this bowl of food. No matter what it was, he must eat it … Otherwise, he might really … be killed by this woman.
He nodded stiffly with difficulty.
Then the killing intent disappeared without a trace. It was replaced by a flower-like smile, full of gratification and satisfaction.
"That's right."
A pair of chopsticks was handed to him. She even broke them open for him and stuffed them into his hands, telling him, "Try it, Enrico. This is your fate."
She couldn't help but sit at the front of the table.
He picked up the chopsticks.
She lowered her head and looked at the plate of cold noodles in front of her, which was still emitting cold air, as well as the careless sauce.
Smelling the bleak and uncharacteristic smell that did not make him feel happy at all, the first thought that came to his mind was not rejection.
Instead, it was a sense of helplessness.
"How shabby."
These words involuntarily came out of his mouth.
"Yeah, it's too shabby."
As Huai Shi spoke, he picked up the soup and stirred the pasta in the pot for him to prevent it from sticking to the pot. His actions were clean and neat, without any concealment. With a magnanimous attitude that everyone could see, he helped Enrico resolve his worries.
He didn't use any dirty tricks at all.
Even Enrico couldn't help but say thank you when he saw the solemn and serious back view.
"No need."
With his back to him, Huai Shi responded calmly, "It's shameful to waste food. Enrico, whether it's throwing away food or trampling it into garbage maliciously, it's unforgivable behavior.
When you waste food, there are people who have to rely on boiled noodles for three meals a day … It's normal to be shabby, or rather, it's natural to be shabby.
Because we need to save money, because we need to put money on things that are more worth buying, and to live better in the future, we can only be shabby now.
Even if we live in humiliation, wandering like a wild dog, and being looked down upon by everyone, it doesn't matter. We live to get better things, not to mix good things with rotten cheese. "
Huai Zhisu knocked the soup and put it on the chopping board, looking back at Enrico.
Enrico had picked up the first strand of noodles, dipped it in water, and put it into his mouth. It could be expected that there was no taste at all.
The noodles had been cooked to a pulp.
It wasn't that it was overcooked, but that this kind of cheap noodles was only at this level.
When it was put in the mouth, it spread into a sticky mass, tasted like chewing wax, and was difficult to swallow. Enrico had never dreamed that he would eat such a thing one day.
No matter how he chewed, he couldn't taste anything else. He could imagine that he was eating beef flavor, mutton flavor, and there were fish balls under his chopsticks.
But imagination didn't exist after all.
He was just sitting here and eating noodles.
Therefore, a burst of panic and sadness spontaneously emerged from his heart.
Then, he felt the sour taste in the water. There was too much vinegar. And it wasn't tempered at all. It was too sour, and the backlash made the high-quality edible vinegar like cheap sour water.
The tip of his nose twitched.
The noodles became difficult to swallow.
Then, he felt bitterness, a thick bitterness that couldn't be ignored.
The salt in the seasoning that was roughly put in spread, whipping the tip of the tongue. The rough salt on the ginger and seaweed melted in the mouth, turning into a lingering bitterness.
It almost seeped into the soul.
It made the taste of the noodles even more uncomfortable, making him nauseous. He couldn't eat it at all!
But he couldn't spit it out.
It was as if there was an invisible force forcing him to eat it. He had to eat it, no matter how bad it tasted. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to live.
Otherwise, he would starve to death.
The sourness and bitterness quickly spread. As the noodles were swallowed into his throat, there was a faint tingling pain, making him take a deep breath.
It was mustard.
The mustard choked him.
His eyes were red.
He inhaled crazily, turned his head, and sneezed loudly, almost shedding tears.
How many years had it been since he was in such a sorry state?
This familiar bitterness and sourness, as well as the pain in his heart. Every bite was like eating soil and stones. His body was resisting, and his throat was resisting.
But he still had to eat it …
He had to eat it!
Otherwise, everything would be over.
In a trance, a mocking voice sounded again.
"What's wrong? Enrico? You boasted shamelessly before. Is this all you've got? " The old man mocked coldly and impatiently chased him away. "If you can't hold on, please leave my kitchen. Don't die in my sacred kitchen. I don't need such trash here!"
"No, no, please don't stop."
Enrico gritted his teeth and held back his tears. He got up from the ground and raised his head with difficulty. He looked at the old man's blurry figure. "I can continue to eat. I can continue!"
Then he would continue.
He would continue to swallow bitter medicine and hellish dishes until he was beyond redemption.
It contained humiliation and pain.
But could hard work and force get results? Could he usher in a glorious future? Or could he change the shameful past? Those disdainful gazes and the coldness from the people closest to him?
In the dry and cold taste, he lowered his head and ate the cold noodles on the plate one mouthful after another.
He recalled the scars left by the person closest to him.
"Trash! How could I have such a shameful son like you! How could you make a simple appetizer like this? What on earth are you thinking in your head … Get out of my kitchen! "
Then get out. Go as far as you can.
He worked hard to learn. He didn't know how many days and nights of suffering and hard work, but he couldn't get recognition. He couldn't see hope. Instead, he was pushed into the abyss of despair again and again.
Father, what do I have to do to satisfy you?
Defeat you? I've already done it.
I've already defeated countless people.
I've relied on the only effort I can do.
But why won't you look at me? Can't you even look at me?
As he swallowed with difficulty, the coldness gradually spread and swallowed his body. It occupied his consciousness and even froze his soul.
It was as if it wanted to take away all the heat.
This was the specially made cold noodles that were guided by the suffering and pain of the past for a long time.
Moving forward without hope, running numbly and hesitating in fear. Those things spread as he chewed and entangled in Enrico's lungs.
This was not poison, nor was it a curse. It was just the despair that he had personally experienced before!
It was the despair that belonged to the seventeen-year-old Huai Shi.
There was no end in sight, no end in sight, no way out, and no salvation from the heavens … Enrico had already lost himself in this bitter coldness, unable to extricate himself.
He couldn't help but tremble as he panted violently.
The breath he exhaled turned into white mist that lost its temperature.
Those mocking voices, disgusted eyes, and hostile expressions surrounded him like rice straws accumulated on a camel's back.
The more he recalled, the more he could feel the pain and despair that went deep into his bones.
Now that he looked back on his forty years of long life, what remained were not beautiful moments, but countless scars and endless ugly struggles.
In order to live, in order to grow, in order to become stronger, he kept giving up.
He gave up everything.
But even if he became the Cooking Demon, even if he won, his heart, which had long been cold, could not obtain any satisfaction. No matter how exquisite the miracles and disasters were, he could not obtain even a trace of warmth from it.
He could not obtain any happiness.
At that moment, he woke up from his sorrow. He lowered his head and stared at his reflection in the water, his purple face, and suddenly murmured:
"Look, happiness belongs to others, but I have nothing …"
"Yes." Huai Shi nodded.
"… Why is it like this?" Enrico raised his head blankly and looked at his opponent in front of him: "Why do I have to be in so much pain?"
"I don't know either."
Huai Shi looked at him with pity, as if he was looking at the youth in the past. He thought for a while and said seriously: "It's probably fate."
Crack.
The sound of something breaking rang out.
From Enrico's hand.
The chopsticks were broken into several pieces. Such a huge force made people feel as if he was going to break his own fingers.
From the bone-piercing coldness, an indescribable anger burst forth.
Because he saw Huai Shi's eyes, because he sensed the pity in the stands.
So he felt more and more pain.
He was unable to restrain his anger.
"Why are you looking at me with such pitiful eyes!"
His face was red, and he violently overturned the table in front of him. He roared at Huai Shi and the people on the stage: "I just want to be like you! Is that wrong?!! "
"No one said you were wrong, Enrico." Huai Shi calmly flicked the ash of his cigarette and told him: "It's just a little bit of hardship. It's not something that can't be overcome. People should always dream."
"But I dream about it even in my dreams!"
Enrico roared with grief and indignation: "I want to be a genius like you! To be as strong as you! Is it useful to think about it?! "
"But I can't do it. No matter how hard I try, I can't do it! I just … I just want to stand at the top with you. Why are you looking at me like I'm trash? Is it because my heart isn't sincere enough? Or do I have to be a joke?! "
"Do you want to see me make a fool of myself so much?! Well, do you want me to kneel?! "
With indescribable hatred, resentment, and despair, the man roared uncontrollably. His saliva was almost spurting out of his mouth. He shouted with all his strength, but he could no longer hold back his tears.
"I can do it. No matter how humble the request is, I can do it."
"Please look at me, I beg you!"
He forgot where he was, forgot where he was, and even forgot that he was facing his enemy. He lay on the ground in a sorry state and begged in a sorry state.
"Please, teach me. How can I be like you? "
He shed tears, choked, lowered his head, and let his tears and snot fall into the dust. Like a wandering wild dog, he begged for charity and mercy.
He longed for the person in front of him to answer his doubts.
Please teach me, Miss Huai Shi.
Please … save me.
Unfortunately, in the long silence, only the woman's voice of pity could be heard.
"I'm sorry, no one can teach you, Mr. Enrico."
Such a cold judgment. Huai Shi Suzi said softly: "No one can save you except yourself. “
She raised her hand, grabbed the soup, and scooped up the boiling hollow noodles in the pot. She put them in a bowl, drained the water, and then skillfully stirred the sauce. Finally, she took out a piece of cheese from her kitchen counter, melted it, stirred the sauce, and poured it evenly into the bowl.
Taking a deep breath, he smelled the rich milk fragrance and the fresh sour taste of tomatoes.
It made his appetite soar.
"Don't be sad, eat a bowl of noodles first."
I rearranged the table and placed a brand new bowl of cheese pasta in front of Enrico. "This is not a cooking magic dish. It's a technique I learned from my elders. It might not taste good, but when you're sad, it's always right to eat something high in calories."
She picked up the fork, handed it over, and smiled brightly:
"After all, even if you want to lose weight, you have to eat until you are full first, right?"
"…"
Eat until you are full? Eat? Eat this kind of casually prepared food?
In the silence, the dumbfounded Enrico picked up the fork, lowered his head, and glanced at the pasta in front of him. He felt a warmth and sweetness that he had never felt before.
Boring, was there any value in this kind of meaningless dish?
Even though he thought so, his body could not help but fork a piece of pasta.
He put it in his mouth.
The sticky cheese flowed on the tip of his tongue, bringing with it a rich milky fragrance. The sweetness and sourness of the ketchup spread out bit by bit. Together with the noodles, it turned into a gentle heat that spread in his heart.
He could not help but take a deep breath, forgetting his sorry state and abject state.
He forked another piece and chewed, forgetting the pain and sourness, immersing himself in this beautiful and rich fragrance. The coldness was dispelled, and even the pain in his heart seemed to have been redeemed and calmed down.
Just like that, he became faster and faster. In the end, he lowered his head and held the big bowl in his hand.
He wished he could bury it in the bowl.
Unbridled Taotie.
Accompanied by this rare warmth, he swallowed all the pain and coldness into his stomach. He could not stop at all.
In the end, the pot of pasta was finished by the two of them.
Enrico picked up the spoon out of habit, but when he saw the empty bottom of the pot, he was stunned on the spot. After a long time, his shoulders trembled, as if he was laughing.
He was laughing at himself.
He put down the clean tableware in his hand.
He lowered his head and thanked the woman in front of him with a smile.
"Do you feel better?" Huai Shi asked.
Enrico nodded silently.
"So, do you have any ideas?"
"… No, I can't think of anything, because this is my limit."
After a long silence, he suddenly raised his head and said, "And, I don't plan to continue to be the Cooking Demon."
His earth-shattering speech broke the silence in the stadium, and everyone in the audience was stunned with their mouths wide open in disbelief.
When this sentence came out, it was as if he had been released.
He bid farewell to the sea of bitterness that had troubled him for a lifetime.
Enrico smiled, calm and gentle, and there was no longer any pain and hesitation.
"Have you really decided?" Huai Shi asked curiously.
Enrico nodded.
"That's right."
He nodded in agreement and could not help but pat his shoulder. "There are many choices in life. If it's painful, it doesn't matter if you don't want to be the Cooking Demon. However, in the future, you have to work harder … I suggest you start by finding a girlfriend. "
"Please let me off the hook this time."
Enrico smiled helplessly, but no matter what, he could not hold back the urge to cry. It was not because of pain and despair, but because in this sudden silence, he could not hold back the surging gratitude in his heart.
"Then, thank you for your hospitality!"
Huai Zhi Su Zi slowly stood up and smiled happily at him. After waving goodbye, she hummed a song and turned to leave.
Just like that, in the dead silence, the second round of the Cooking Demon Duel ended.
The final result was without a doubt!
— Huai Zhi Su Zi won!
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At this moment, in the stadium, when everyone stared at that unbelievably beautiful face, they felt a chill and horror from the bottom of their hearts.
In a short twenty minutes, two dishes, one of which could not even be considered a Cooking Demon dish …
Just like that, she easily made a battle-hardened Cooking Demon give up all his pursuits in the first half of his life, and willingly drown in the warmth she created.
They could not understand and could not believe it.
However, the truth was right in front of everyone's eyes, along with a huge fear and shadow.
The entire stadium seemed to be shrouded by that petite and slender figure, making it difficult for them to breathe.
"This is … a genuine 'Extraterrestrial Devil'."
In the long silence, only Guo Shouque's unreserved praise and appreciation, accompanied by a strange and sharp laughter, echoed in everyone's hearts.
That's right, other than a demon, what else could toy with a person's will to such an extent?
At that moment, everyone no longer had any doubts about the information sent by the Tomorrow News.
The headless witch, Huai Zhi Su Zi!
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That was half an hour ago.
Just as the match started, Makoto heard a voice from beside her.
It sounded familiar.
The tone was calm and polite, without any offense of an uninvited guest. She only asked, "Can I sit here?"
When she turned around in surprise, she saw a young man standing in the aisle.
To be precise, it was a warrior with a sword.
He was the most popular man among the candidates for the head of the family, the adopted son of the previous head of the family, Rimi Jiu Shizuka. At the same time, he was also Makoto's cousin in name.
Instinctively, Makoto shrank back a little, and Crow, who stayed beside her, raised his scarlet eyes to look at Jiu Shizuka, ferocious and thirsty.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything impolite. After all, you are my blood relative. Didn't you call me brother when you were young? "
Rimi Jiu Shizuka smiled faintly and pointed to the chair beside him, "Can I sit down? I have something to say. "
After a long silence, Makoto nodded.
And so, Jiu Shizuka sat down, sitting upright and still, with a meticulous attitude. There was no pressure or coldness, just like a conversation between siblings, he asked calmly:
"Makoto, your collaborator … is Hu Po, right?"
"…"
Makoto's body stiffened.
She did not know how to respond, should she agree or refute, or should she just keep silent.
"This isn't really a secret. After all, your agent, Madam Suzi, has publicly revealed an intimate relationship with Hu Po. If you want to guess, it's actually very simple. "
Jiu Shizuka waved his hand and said straightforwardly, "To be honest, this duel was initiated by my suggestion."
Makoto was stunned, her eyes were wide open from the beginning to the end, and she did not relax at all.
"Although part of it is selfish, I don't want you to be involved in such a dirty matter, and it would be best if you could leave. But more than that, I just want to create an environment to have a good chat with you. "
Rimi Jiu Shizuka thought for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he said to her, "Although this is very abrupt, I think it is best to be honest with you from the beginning.
So, I won't hide anything. "
He said, "Makoto, please break the alliance with Hu Po."
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