"It's a psychological attack."
Huai Shi explained, "Once on the field, both sides should be equal. They should go all out and let the opponent lose without any regrets. That guy looked down on the opponent by going one against seven at the beginning, and now he proposed such humiliating conditions … In addition to saving energy to digest, more importantly, it's to stimulate the opponent's mentality. "
"Oh, it's like scolding people when they're playing basketball on TV?" Shinichi clapped his hands and suddenly realized, "So despicable!"
"Tricks are also a kind of trick, Shinichi. That old guy doesn't care about what others say. At his age, he's fought all kinds of bad battles and has a lot of experience. If he can break the opponent's mentality with just a few words, he doesn't mind spending a bit of saliva. If someone leaves the field in anger, he'll make a lot of money. "
Huai Shi didn't hide his voice when he spoke.
With the hearing of an ascender, it was like a classmate talking behind his back during self-study. It was impossible not to hear.
He did it on purpose.
He wanted to make the old man feel uncomfortable.
The stronger the opponent, the more skills he would have to show. No matter what, he had to see the depth of the opponent.
The old man didn't seem to care at all. He glanced at Huai Shi and nodded approvingly. His expression was that of a child who could be taught.
"… Even using such a despicable trick, it seems that Senior Guo doesn't have any confidence in his skills."
Chai Chuanchuang, who finally calmed down, said coldly, "Unfortunately, I won't let you get what you want. Even if it's a losing battle, I'll do my best … But be careful, don't lose to a kid like me. "
After that, he closed his eyes and calmed down, quickly returning to a calm state.
He waited for the match to begin.
As usual, after a bunch of nonsense that no one listened to, the bronze bell finally rang. The moment the high-pitched sound burst out, Chai Chuanchuang's hands were like moving clouds and flowing water, making his dishes as if they were an art.
The Stone Feast itself originated from the Zen Sect's banquet.
The most important thing was to be calm.
As the head chef, he naturally couldn't fall behind in his meditation.
Now, once Chai Chuanchuang entered the state, he automatically blocked all irrelevant things and began to make his own dishes with all his strength.
As for Guo Shouque, he finally moved.
He took out a shaver and started to shave the pig's head at a leisurely pace.
Like a hairdresser, he carefully removed every inch of hair. The hot water beside him was already boiling. He casually pulled off the pig's ears and stuffed the pig's head into the boiling water to rinse it.
Ignoring the boiling water that reached up to his elbows, he quickly picked it up and casually tossed the pig's head on the chopping board.
Finally … he rolled up the other sleeve of his gray robe.
Huai Shi could not help but frown.
Not only him, the other Cooking Demons also felt that something was wrong.
Makoto, who had been paying attention to Kamiki-san, immediately noticed the change in her expression. She asked curiously, "Is there anything strange?"
"I really hope that you Yingzhou people don't usually eat in places like this, so you don't know. That's not how you handle a pig's head."
Huai Shi voiced the biggest doubt in his heart.
In fact, he did not have much experience, nor did he study the unorthodox meat processing of pig's head.
However, he had helped Fang Shu before. Occasionally, Fang Shu would braise some for Huai Shi and his friends to eat with wine. Huai Shi had seen the specific process many times.
It had to be taken apart, then the lymph nodes, the corners of the eyes and other inedible things had to be taken out. Then, they had to be braised or prepared separately …
Even if it was roasting or other things, it still required other processes.
Looking at the pig's head, it was probably still fresh. It had just been cut off from the neck.
The breed was not special either. It was just an ordinary pig.
Guo Shouque handled it so crudely that the blood could not be completely drained. It would only be disgusting to eat.
Could it be that the old man intended to make it so disgusting that his opponents would vomit? That would be too ridiculous. Now, the seven Cooking Demons were so angry that their eyes were burning red like zombies. Let alone a raw pig's head in front of them, even if Guo Shouque himself was lying on the chopping board, they would rush up and eat it clean.
What for?
Then, he saw the old man casually lift the big pot full of boiling water on the stove and throw it aside. Then, he put the bamboo basket he had been carrying on the stove.
Huai Shi narrowed his eyes and looked carefully.
That thing was indeed a bamboo basket. But in the basket made of countless thin strips, it was dark, making it impossible to see what was inside.
Only a faintly disturbing aura spread out from it.
This was definitely a relic from the border.
But it definitely should not be used to roast on the fire … It was not even a kitchen utensil at all!
As if it was used casually, he poured ladle after ladle of cold water into it. Miraculously, the water did not seep out. Instead, it churned in the darkness between the bamboo strips and was quickly dyed with a layer of grayish-black.
What was inside that thing used to store?
Huai Shi felt his scalp tingling.
It was as if he was facing a huge source of radiation from the abyss. He felt that radiation everywhere was spewing out from it. Even with the depth balancing device in the arena, Huai Shi's overly sensitive perception was still uneasy and trembling.
This old bastard, was he roasting some nuclear bomb with fire?
Then, he saw the old man, Guo Shouque, grab the pig's head with one hand and throw it onto the grid on top of the bamboo basket. Finally, he covered it with the lid.
Then, he began to watch with folded arms.
Don't mention anything like scallions, star anise, or fennel, he didn't even put a grain of salt in it!
Steamed pig's head with water?
Was this some f * cking variant of boiled cabbage?
Huai Shi didn't need to look in the mirror to know that his expression was ugly.
What the hell was this old bastard doing!
As if he sensed Huai Shi's gaze, the old man turned his head with a faint smile and sighed as if he was chatting.
"Actually, using a cauldron would be better. Unfortunately, it's a barbarian country after all. A bronze cauldron is not easy to find … There is one in the museum, but Xiao Hu's daughter won't let me take it no matter what." He helplessly clapped his hands and smiled, "I can only make do with the traditional method."
"… Cauldron?"
Huai Shi felt a chill at the back of his head.
This old man was just steaming a pig's head. Why would he need such a big thing like a cauldron?
Wait …
The corner of his eyes twitched, and he began to wonder if there was something wrong with his brain circuit.
"Hmm? It seems like you've guessed it? Hehe, Miss Huai Shi really knows a lot about Dongxia culture. It's rare! "
Guo Shouque clapped his hands and smiled, "The people of Yingzhou seem to care a lot about ancestry and lineage, right? This old man's background is also very extraordinary. How about it? Aren't you interested? "
Huai Shi felt as if he was facing a great enemy when he was stared at by that pair of mocking and cold eyes.
Even if he wasn't his enemy at the moment.
However, the ferocious feeling from the abyss crossed the barrier of depth and fell on Huai Shi along with the gaze. It repeatedly lingered in his ears and turned into a strange whisper, "Do you want to hear it? Do you? Do you? I guess you must be! "
Involuntarily, and at the same time, from the heart.
Huai Shi nodded.
"Ha, I knew it!"
Guo Shouque laughed proudly, but his expression was not serious at all. It was as if he didn't care at all. "If you want to talk about it, the surname Guo was originally inherited from the Guo Kingdom. If you trace it back further, it's the real Emperor of Zhou, the Ji family. If the Emperor of Mu didn't boast when he saw the Queen Mother of the West, this old man's lineage also has some divinity … "
In Huai Shi's pocket, the fingers on the phone moved slightly.
He only felt that the thread of inspiration in his mind was getting clearer and clearer.
He was only one step away from the final answer!
"Ahaha, there's no need to investigate. This kind of ancestral glory has nothing to do with me, but there's nothing to hide —"
Guo Shouque glanced at him mischievously and directly said the answer, "Before the Guo Kingdom moved away, it was highly valued by the Emperor of Zhou, who was a demigod at that time, and was given an important task.
The position passed down was called 'Uncle Zong'. "
Huai Shi's fingers that were tapping on the phone stiffened in place.
It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck his brain, illuminating the darkness and pointing straight to the only answer.
Uncle Zong.
It could even be traced back to the official position of the ancient Emperor of Eastern Xia, Zhuanxu. It was in charge of the etiquette of the state, and it also had the functions of the calendar, music, history, and so on.
However, this was just a trivial matter.
Among all its powers, the most important one … was the sacrifice!
For the gods and ghosts of Heaven and Earth, it offered sacrifices at the four times when it appeared. It was in charge of the etiquette of gods, ghosts, and earth to help the king build and protect the state.
If it was more familiar to the modern people, it would be called 'Grand Preceptor'!
The so-called Uncle Zong was the ultimate priest who represented the Emperor in offering sacrifices to the gods and ghosts of Heaven and Earth. In the Chaotic Era where gods and humans lived together, it was the highest divine position that mortals could reach!
Huai Shi's fingers were twitching wildly.
He finally understood how hard it was for Hu Po to control himself not to crush the phone …
He suddenly understood.
No wonder he wanted to use a pig's head.
No wonder he was so confident … Indeed, if that was the case, even if there were twice as many people, if they weren't strong enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, it wouldn't be enough at all!
This wasn't cooking, it was clearly cooking the 'sacrifice' in offering sacrifices to the gods and ghosts!
"Aiya, don't be so shocked. Actually, it's not that scary. It's just an exaggeration." Guo Shouque waved his hand nonchalantly. "The inheritance has been passed down until now, and there are only some unorthodox insignificant skills. Moreover, I'm not the successor."
FNMDP！
Huai Shi was expressionless and didn't respond at all.
He sneered in his heart.
Since the Duke of Zhou established the etiquette and cut off the inheritance of blood sacrifice, he replaced the etiquette of beasts with the etiquette of humans. From then on, all non-human ghosts and gods were abolished, and a new order was established.
Eastern Xia bid farewell to the tragic and bloody blood sacrifice and turned to another path.
As the miracle of the inheritor, Uncle Zong used the calendar to reset the movement of the stars and used etiquette to frame the order of all things. Even if he only passed down a little bit, it was enough for this old man to live like a fish in water in Eastern Xia's genealogy.
"Imperial prison? Or lesser prison? "
He couldn't be bothered to keep it a secret and directly asked.
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