The theme of the Chef's Challenge was … noodles.
Noodles were a major category in the culinary arts. There were many kinds of noodles, but in fact, there were only a few.
Mixed noodles, soup noodles, stir-fried noodles, and so on … All kinds of basic noodle cooking could be divided into many branches.
Along with the development of the noodle category, chefs had researched more and more different cooking methods, and the interpretation of the opposite side became more and more profound.
The soup base of the noodles, the selection of ingredients, the kneading of the noodles, and so on, all had different explanations and methods.
The theme of this Chef's Challenge was noodles.
Perhaps it was an unintentional choice by the Lord Gou.
However, to the two Qilin Chefs present, it was a very difficult battle.
In the eyes of the experts of the Dark Nether Chefs' camp, Mengqi was bound to lose.
Most importantly, that woman didn't even prepare the ingredients. She actually used the ingredients provided by an Immortal Chef.
As everyone knew, the level of the Heaven Chief was different, so the ingredients he used were also different.
For example, the Demon God Blood Barley that Zheng Kuangjiu had prepared was a top-grade immortal ingredient. It was an immortal ingredient soaked in the blood of a Demon God. In terms of quality, it was enough to crush Mengqi.
From the beginning, Mengqi had lost.
Of course, no one was optimistic about Mengqi's ingredients. No matter how good the ingredients provided by an Immortal Chef were, could they be better than the ingredients prepared by a Qilin Chef?
However, in everyone's eyes, Mengqi didn't give up.
She processed the ears of wheat that Bu Fang had provided.
After being professionally processed, they were made into flour.
Then, she began to cook seriously.
For this Chef's Challenge, Mengqi didn't dare to be careless.
Seeing that Mengqi wasn't affected, Zheng Kuangjiu didn't act arrogantly. No Qilin Chef was easy to deal with.
As a Nether Chef who had emerged from the cruel Dark Nether Chef's Challenge, Zheng Kuangjiu naturally wouldn't make the mistake of underestimating his opponent.
Thus, he also began to cook seriously.
The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.
No one dared to breathe loudly.
The Dark Cuisine was a food category that the Nether Chefs of Nether Prison had researched.
The food they cooked had dark Nether energy winding around it, which was really strange.
Making noodles was the first step. First, the type of noodles determined the type of noodles they were going to cook.
Rumble!
Crimson flour fluttered in the air. The Demon God Blood Barley flour in front of Zheng Kuangjiu was crimson, as if it was stained with the blood of a Demon God.
Zheng Kuangjiu's mental force swept out, which seemed to raise tens of thousands of waves.
The crimson flour was pressed into his palm, turning into a powder ball.
He raised his index finger, and the flour ball immediately spun on his finger. The crimson flour particles floated around it.
Zheng Kuangjiu's other hand seemed to have turned into thousands of phantoms, slapping the pink sphere, making it spin faster and faster.
The void seemed to crack because of the powder powder powder powder powder powder.
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Unlike Zheng Kuangjiu's noisy cooking, Meng Qi's cooking was very normal.
Her hands were covered with flour as she quietly kneaded the dough. She added water, eggs, and kneaded the dough. Her movements were gentle and unhurried.
That white ball of powder kept changing shape in her hand.
While kneading the dough, Mengqi was so focused that she didn't notice a strand of hair falling from her forehead. Her exquisite side profile and the strand of hair falling from her forehead caused many people to be mesmerized.
Mengqi seemed to have already decided what kind of noodles to make.
Although she wasn't good at cooking noodles, as a Qilin Chef, she had dabbled in it.
She wasn't an extreme Qilin Chef who just immersed herself in studying a dish.
A stove surrounded by immortal Qi was placed in front of her. The stove seemed to be emitting a dazzling radiance, which made Mengqi feel refreshed.
His slender fingers rubbed the dough.
When it was completely turned into a ball of powder, Mengqi began to prepare the noodles.
She was going to make ramen.
And the technique of pulling noodles was the key.
Mengqi's gaze suddenly froze, and in the next moment, she was highly focused.
Her slender, white fingers reached out, touching the dough.
Then, she pulled it up, dipping a little bit on her finger. After pulling it up, a thin line of noodles was pulled out.
The tip of her foot gently touched the ground, and Mengqi's figure slowly flew up.
Swish.
Her immortal robe fluttered, making rustling sounds.
The ball of noodles on the stove began to spin.
As the thin line of noodles in her hand was constantly pulled out …
The ball of powder also began to shrink.
Then, something more breathtaking happened.
Meng Qi began to twirl the strand of noodles in her hand, dancing gracefully.
Swish …
One of the noodles seemed to have turned into a ribbon, spinning and dancing around her body, constantly twining and wrapping her up in circles. One of the noodles was uniform in thickness.
Immortal Qi diffused from it. As the noodles spun, it also seeped in.
It made the noodles shine with a sparkling light.
The surrounding Heaven Chief was immersed in Mengqi's dreamy fairy-like scene, unable to pull themselves out.
All of a sudden …
A loud thud broke everyone's immersion.
The Heaven Chief was frightened, looking at the opposite side of Mengqi.
There, Zheng Kuangjiu pulled the blood-colored noodles with both of his hands, slamming them on the stove. The violent explosion echoed from the stove.
That sound was like a thunderclap!
With every slap, the powerful noodles would tremble violently. Blood-colored flour floated on the noodles, staining them.
A wave of trembling followed the shaking, pouring into each noodle. It made the noodles not only strong, but also soft.
His five fingers opened, and the noodles seemed to turn into three thousand blood-colored hairs, spreading out. Under Zheng Kuangjiu's careful shaking, it slowly spread out like waves.
"This technique … is so delicate!"
"The shaking of the hand moves the Netherworld aura into every noodle like threads …"
"Worthy of being a Qilin Chef. This detailed operation … is really hard to imagine!"
…
The surrounding Heaven Chief sucked in a breath of cold air. When had they ever seen such an operation?
Swish …
Each noodle seemed to have a life of its own, fluttering.
Zheng Kuangjiu let go of his hand, letting the noodles shake on the other side.
He then walked to the stove, taking out ingredients that were filled with monstrous Nether energy.
Each of these ingredients was full of visual shock.
There was a giant fruit that looked like a skull.
There were also spirit herbs that looked like spiders. Some of the ingredients were even wriggling … and black gas spread out.
It looked really creepy and disgusting.
The Heaven Chief was in an uproar. The dishes cooked with these ingredients … Could they be eaten?
Zheng Kuangjiu felt a burst of disdain for the surrounding Heaven Chief's frightened eyes.
These were the ingredients of the Nether Prison. Don't think that they looked so disgusting, but they were actually top-grade ingredients.
The crescent-moon-like kitchen knife spun.
A crescent moon emerged behind Zheng Kuangjiu.
A wave of terrifying knife energy instantly spread out … suppressing the entire place.
Mengqi flew out from the dancing noodle net.
Her toes touched the ground, then she began to process the other ingredients.
This time, she chose to make soup noodles.
Thus, she needed to make the soup base.
Opening her mouth, a pale blue flame drilled out, pouring into the stove. Instantly, the stove exploded.
A pot was placed on the stove, then it began to boil the soup base.
City Lord Mengqi carefully put the spirit herbs and immortal ingredients into the pot.
The selection of the immortal herbs and spirit ingredients was very strict.
The selection of the quality and the control of the quantity had strict requirements.
Rumble.
In the black pot, the soup was boiling.
City Lord Mengqi carefully skimmed off the foam on the soup, then put the ingredients into it, continuing to boil.
After putting in the ingredients five times, she stopped boiling the soup base.
At this time, she began to make the last noodle.
As time passed, the atmosphere in the field became more and more stagnant.
Everyone felt as if there was a huge rock pressing down on their chests.
"This woman isn't bad. Under Zheng Kuangjiu's pressure, she can still cook calmly …"
Mo Xiu said, clasping his hands.
"However … it's all in vain."
Rumble!
Streams of black clouds swept over.
The terrifying black clouds brought an incomparably terrifying pressure.
That black cloud was like a monster that covered the sky and covered the sun.
Sizzle!
Above City Lord Mengqi's head, black clouds rolled, and deep blue lightning bolts were moving.
Above Zheng Kuangjiu's head, black clouds were also rolling, but the lightning bolts were pitch-black.
Zheng Kuangjiu grumpily stir-fried. Those disgusting ingredients were thrown into the pot, and he began to stir-fry.
He wasn't making soup noodles, but stir-fried noodles.
As the ingredients were stir-fried, a wave of fragrance filled the air.
When the egg was poured into the wok, the rich aroma of the dish reached its peak, exploding in all directions like a bomb …
Waves after waves swept across the area.
The blood-colored noodles were poured into the pot, and they continued to stir-fry.
The lightning became more oppressive.
Both sides knew that they had entered the final stage of cooking.
Boom!
Finally …
The lightning, which had been suppressed for a long time, roared and struck.
The dark blue lightning bolts and the pitch-black lightning bolts entangled each other, clashing.
Realm Lord Ditte and the others watched the lightning strikes in the sky.
The first lightning strike was a very important one.
It was related to the balance of the two dishes.
All of a sudden …
The eyes of Realm Lord Ditte and the others shrank.
Because they saw that under the first lightning strike, Mengqi's lightning seemed to scatter a little faster …
This meant that Mengqi's dish was at a disadvantage, and the balance of victory had begun to tilt to Zheng Kuangjiu's side. Boom!
Boom! Boom!
One lightning strike, two lightning strikes, and three lightning strikes!
A pitch-black thunderbolt streaked across the sky without making a sound.
The deep blue lightning was dazzling, tearing the sky, clashing with the dark clouds.
The collision between the two was shocking.
They scattered.
The lightning strikes collided seven times, and each time was stronger than the last.
Later on, when the lightning strikes appeared, the Heaven Chief's body shivered.
They almost thought that the end of the world was coming!
"Seven … Seven lightning punishments!"
"Worthy of the confrontation between Qilin Chefs … Too scary!"
"Facing those lightning punishments, it feels like the end of the world!"
The Heaven Chief sucked in a breath of cold air.
Lu Yi gazed at City Lord Mengqi, his eyes fanatical.
The peerless beauty of City Lord Mengqi and the goddess in his mind had completely overlapped!
"You have to win!"
Lu Yi clenched his fists, letting out a low roar. He didn't want Mengqi to be like him, deprived of her right to cook and become a cripple.
Bu Fang's eyes were also watching.
Was this the confrontation between Qilin Chefs?
No matter if it was knife skills, fire control, or momentum, or the Heart of Cooking Path, they were all much better than the Heaven Chief.
Each point was precise to a very fine degree.
Neither of them made a single mistake in their cooking.
It was almost as complete and perfect as a textbook!
The seven lightning punishments had collided.
Zheng Kuangjiu fiercely pounded the black wok with his ladle.
The pitch-black Nether energy was like a demon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
A pitch-black radiance diffused from it.
It looked incomparably strange and disgusting.
However, it filled people with an incomparable appetite.
"Dark Delicacy … Demon God's Corpse Noodles, done!"
As soon as his voice fell …
Zheng Kuangjiu flicked his finger.
That bowl of fried noodles slowly floated out, floating in the air.
Everyone's eyes were dazed. Looking at the noodles and smelling that aroma, it seemed like a vast battlefield had appeared in front of them. On the battlefield, the sounds of killing echoed unceasingly.
Some Gods roared, and some Great Demons roared.
Demon Gods fell one after another, their corpses falling into the air …
It was incomparably shocking.
Buzz …
A strange aura suddenly spread out from Mengqi's direction.
It was unknown where the warm sunlight came from. Her sleeves touched.
That bowl of noodle soup floated up.
It floated next to Zheng Kuangjiu's noodles.
It tore a world from the Demon God's Battlefield. The warm sunlight, the warm breeze, the fragrance of grass, and the sound of flowing water …
It was like a pure land in the bloody Demon God's Battlefield.
The immortal robe on Mengqi's body fluttered. Three thousand strands of black hair scattered around. Immortal energy twirled around her face, and her eyes were hazy.
"Noodle soup … Little Bridge Running Water, done."
Her voice was like the chirping of an oriole, resounding in everyone's ears.
It was like a sharp sword slashing down.
It tore the Demon God's Battlefield in everyone's mind.
Everyone was in an uproar.
The dishes of the two Qilin Chefs … were done!
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