Chen Yang sat at the bar with a blonde next to him, and there were not many places left in the store.

"Um?"

There was a person not far from the bar. Hearing the movement, Chen Yang noticed the other person's gaze, and subconsciously looked at it, and then was stunned.

Thick black hair shawl and wearing a black robe.

The key is that a face is covered with an iron mask, revealing only a pair of intimidating eyes.

Isn’t this the ‘Dragon Trainer’ Star, one of the eight giants of the Food Club?

After a beating, Chen Yang said in disarray: "Isn't this Sta still at the North American headquarters two days ago? At that time, the leader summoned the Eighth Biggests to discuss matters, and no one was absent!"

There is only one possibility. Sta has just arrived in one or two days, and Chen Yang happened to meet him at the Christmas food festival.

They nodded without saying anything.

Chen Yang knew Sta, and Sta naturally knew Lin Qingfeng's only son. Moreover, Chen Yang himself was also a dazzling rookie in the Food Club, and his leadership of the "Tiger Head Association" achieved remarkable results.

The sight returned to the hot red wine and roasted chestnuts.

A glass of red wine is steaming.

Spice wine is not difficult to cook. Additives are on the one hand and on the other hand. Just heat them slowly and pay attention to the temperature not exceeding the boiling point of the alcohol. Then a pot of red wine is probably successfully cooked.

Now that I sit down and smell it carefully, Chen Yang is even more sure: "This spice wine is not simple!"

Why?

Out of the olfactory judgment of a top-class chef, just a sniff, Chen CCTV seemed to penetrate this white Christmas and see the colorful dream world.

"Try it!"

Suddenly, Sta's voice came: "Maybe through this glass of wine, you will know where you are and him."

Chen Yang's face was shocked, right?

Holding the cup in both hands, he took a small sip without hesitation.

The wine is very hot, but it doesn't burn your mouth.

But in an instant, Chen Yang's mouth shook violently, as if he was bombarded by a meteorite rain.

The dark-brown pupils are stained with colorful torrents, and in the torrent are fruits such as apples, oranges, lemons, and star anise, cinnamon and cinnamon sticks.

The color has become a supporting role. At this moment, in the torrent, the fruits and spices that can be seen everywhere are the protagonists. Chen Yang feels that these ordinary ingredients have transformed into sacred light, as if they have become gods.

The ingredients for becoming a god are terrifying.

What he saw and what he heard was completely written on his face. Chen Yang whispered one mouthful after another, and before he knew it, the wine glass on his palm had already reached the bottom.

"ha--"

It was not until the last breath that he couldn't help but exhale and released the strange power accumulated in his mouth.

Bang bang bang bang!

The faint sound of magic, fruits and spices, rushing out of the mist, was caught off guard and surrounded by this fantasy army. He looked up and down the bar, looked around, his eyes were filled with surprise and disbelief.

"They are coming out?" murmured.

"How about it, can you find the color?" Sta said again, obviously paying attention to Chen Yang.

"color?"

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yang knew that a giant in Lin would not ask questions for no reason, so he thought about it carefully before organizing the words: "Apples, oranges, lemons, and a variety of spices, which are colorful in themselves..."

"hehe."

Stah just said lightly: "In daily life, do you pay attention to these colors and get infected by them?"

Chen Yang lowered his head and said speechless.

At the same time, a layer of surprise appeared in his eyes.

yes!

Even if the ordinary ingredients are colorful, it is a fantasy to try to pry open the chef's appetite through the appearance, or to further let the chef see any delicious food scenery through the color.

But why did this cup of Christmas red wine do it?

Someone patted him on the shoulder behind his back.

Chen Yang suddenly turned his head, but saw another giant, "Burning Purple Rose". Andrea smiled at him: "Chen Yang, have you tasted Chef Xia's "Seven Colored Snow Girl"?"

"Uh?" Chen Yang was stunned. After two or three seconds, he suddenly realized. No wonder the name was a bit familiar. No matter how long he stayed at home, he had heard and watched it under the overwhelming news reports in recent days. But Chen Yang was even more confused. "I know that "Seven Colors Snow Girl" is the hottest product of Chef Xia's farm, but does it have anything to do with the hot red wine at tonight's Christmas food festival?"

"What? It turns out that you have never drunk the "Seven Colored Snow Girl", so you may not be able to eat it anymore, because the key rainbow key disappeared into the colorful torrent, and you need to find it yourself and pursue the answer."

Andrea suddenly lost interest, shook her hand, and returned to her position to sit down.

Well!

Chen Yang was choked very much.

What does the relationship between the two have?

He was about to go wild, and looked at the empty wine glass on the table, and his throat couldn't help but roll. A voice asked: Can I still refill the glass?

Not far away.

Zhu Qing looked at Chen Yang sitting blankly and tickled, "One of them was shown stupid again!"

Gindoshima and Ichiro Tsaiba were exchanging experiences.

"Zheiichiro, you can eat it. It is exactly the same as the food meaning contained in the egg custard that day, making the ordinary ingredients shine!"

Kazuo Ichiro nodded, his eyes were deep. While speaking, he kept staring at the wine shop outside the room and continuing to cook hot red wine. He slowly said: "However, this time the ordinary food ingredient show exists, and the dreamy temperament is given by "fantasy", you can eat it, silver?"

Gindoshima smiled slightly and nodded after a while.

“Somewhat familiarity.”

Gin Doshima was saying this sentence, and Alice, who was sitting beside her parents and Sensaemon, was also muttering in a low voice.

Hearing this, a shiny flashed in Sensaemon's eyes and he looked at his granddaughter firmly: "Alice, can you talk about your sense of familiarity?"

Alice was straightforward and said whatever she had in her heart, and immediately replied: "Grandpa, didn't you eat it? I always feel that it was ordinary ingredients and fantasy ingredients, which were combined into one, and it was truly integrated, just like your "Devil Ramen" recipe. That night, the instructor used your recipe to cook ramen. What I ate was also this kind of harmony, without a trace of abruptness!"

The speaker is quick-talking, but the listener is intentional.

Nakiri Souwei took a deep breath, no...

Senzaemon said happily: "Well Alice, what are the fantasy ingredients in this spice wine?"

Alice was embarrassed to stick out her tongue and said softly: "Grandpa, I can't eat it!"

Why!

The face of Sensae's door was undeniable and he looked smiling, but he sighed in his heart.

He heard almost all the words in the room, but even an old chef like Sta and Andrea had only vaguely grabbed the disappearing key, but he knew nothing about the power to hide the key.

He suddenly thought of half a line of poetry from the saint: Moisturize things silently.

Of course, the first half of the sentence should not be forgotten.

When almost all guests cannot get the so-called spice structure and spice combination, and think that everything they see and hear is so natural, that is the embodiment of the way of cooking.

Nakiri Sessaemon was inexplicably inspired, and when he thought of a sentence from the Tao Te Ching, he couldn't help but chant:
Chapter completed!