“Try it—”

This is the third time Xia Yu has said this to Huang He.

A trace of hideousness flashed across Huang He's face. How could he not understand the intention of Xia Yu's hand operation?

In fact, "kicking the restaurant" is not a food halberd. The Dragon Chef jury is equivalent to a false statement, and there is no right to vote to decide the outcome. The jury is presented to the general public to see, so that the outcome is authoritative.

The way to really decide the outcome is—

Taste each other!

This is similar to the cruel battle at the ancient Roman arena. If one side wins, it means the other side is hammered to death!

"Hmph!" Huang He said sarcastically, "Are you planning to use cooking works to make me bow your head? I recognize all the shiny dishes and respect those chefs who can cook shiny dishes. Perhaps your cooking skills and your dishes are infinitely close to the dragon level, but what I want to tell you is that shiny food is not as simple as you think!"

"You don't understand what 'food spirit' is!"

"It's far from it!"

Four seats are silent.

Hearing the high-ranking old Dragon Chef, the celebrities here have nothing to say except for the number of Dragon Chefs with less than ten fingers.

Yes, the mystery that sets the distance between Long Chu and Lin Chu is "food spirit".

But what exactly is "Spiritual Eat"?

"Soul-eating..." Gin Dojima, the heroine and others looked complicated. This answer may require them to spend their entire lives exploring, or they may eventually pass away with confusion and closed their eyes.

"Master Huang, you should try it."

Yan Qi intervened.

Xia Qing quietly pulled her clothes on, her words were very simple, just four words: "Chew and taste."

Except for the dragon head Zhuji, the dragon chefs of this jury spoke out one after another.

This scene fell into the eyes of the audience and was in the live broadcast footage.

People's hearts beating violently as uncontrollably, and terrible thoughts occupy their minds—

Has the situation turned around?

There is no doubt.

The dragon chefs' clothes and the kind words of advice to Huang He were all excited, and they wanted to spread the emotions of sharing the story in their hearts, making the square silent again.

Huang He had blue veins on his forehead and couldn't help but growl: "Shut up!"

It was quiet next to the dining table.

He glanced at Wu Tong, "Tianji Star", but Wu Tong's eyes dodged and turned his head quickly. This detail made Huang He's heart skip.

After a little silence, Huang He took a step forward, and suddenly his eyes were filled with oppression and said to Xia Yu: "You may have the capital to confront a dragon chef head-on, but if Long chef loses to you, it only means that his foundation is unstable."

Xia Yu could hear the subtext of this sentence.

It's nothing more than a declaration - Huang He is an old dragon chef, not a newcomer who lets you bully the little devil.

Tsk!

Xia Yu smiled, but did not respond, and watched Huang He pick up the chopsticks.

On the dish, a few pieces of grilled pigeon meat were dipped in sauce and drizzled with water. A piece of yellow crane was picked up, and a soft sauce smell hit his nose immediately. A layer of solemnity appeared in his eyes, "The taste of this sauce...who, what's going on!"

When the meat piece approached his mouth, Huang He felt hot and sweaty on his forehead and his breath became quite messy.

When the meat is placed under your eyes.

Suddenly, Huang He's pupils shrank. On the golden-colored barbecue surface, the layer of sauce and the rich but very soft taste that it radiated, faintly, like a delicate woman's palm, suddenly holding Huang He's rosy cheeks.

"Gudong——"

The Adam's apple rolls and the meat pieces are imported.

In an instant, his pupils were burned by flames and his clothes were cracked, but the tense lines on Huang He's face turned softer, bringing warmth to people's body from his mouth.

Warm.

ah.

A gentle moan flew out from his throat, and the flames in front of him turned into a bonfire.

Crackling.

Firewood burned and sputtered flame stars, and the sound spread in the deep cave. Huang He found himself a tired traveler. Outside the cave was a rain curtain. He was soaked all over, his clothes were taken off, and his hands and feet were shrinking to keep warm in front of the bonfire. When the warmth of the flames drove away the cold in his body, Huang He gently closed his eyes, his expression called joy and happiness.

"Hu, Hu, Hu..."

The sound of the wind in winter.

The picture in his mind suddenly changed, and it reached the snowy and snow. Huang He became a lonely man in the snowy world. He stumbled and finally lived in a fisherman's hut on the lake. When a blizzard hit outside, he set up a fire again, and his frozen body was gradually regaining consciousness.

Huang He looked out at the long night outside the hut. The outside world was pitch black, and occasionally there were evil wolves roaring. He looked down at the fire again. It seemed that only this place in the world existed in the light and safety zone.

"He'er!"

The sudden scream made Huang He's nerves tense.

"Master--" Huang He looked at a tall back standing in front of the kitchen counter in amazement.

The man in the chef's clothes turned his back to him, his face blurred, and he said without looking back: "From today, you will be my official disciple, and you will be a regular apprentice."

"This first lesson is flame, that is, the temperature."

"The temperature is a cooking skill, the most profound and endless skill. It is the beginning and end of all cooking. When you truly understand it, your career as a chef can be considered as the beginning."

The gentle male voice continued, "Did you see the charcoal stove on the table? Just use this stove and grill it!"

“Cook me a dish that smells like flame!”

Huang He was lost in his mind, the smell of flames? He took two steps and lowered his head to observe the small and exquisite charcoal stove on the table. What is the smell of flames? He couldn't help but pick up the iron clips with charcoal clips next to him, fiddling with the charcoal blocks burning in the stove, wanting to observe more.

Suddenly, the iron clip fell to the ground.

A flame floated from the charcoal pile in the furnace. What's even more terrifying is that the flame vaguely formed a young face, and the eyes intertwined with flames were greeting with a smile: "Oh, you're here."

Huang He was stunned by lightning.

Reality.

The dragon chefs ignored Huang He who was dementia and gathered to discuss.

Their words spread throughout the square through the microphone, and at the same time, through the speakers of countless terminal devices that receive live signals.

"The 'Guihe Yannian Soup' by Master Huang is a 'Guihe Yannian Soup' that marks his shape and shadow in the ingredients... But Chef Xia's barbecue cuisine..." Li Wannian spoke first. The head of the Li clan was full of favor and respect for the young man who caught up with the footsteps of his ancestors' Asian magazine.

He continued in disbelief: "There is a flame that intertwined into his throne!"

Lan Fengxian opened his eyes wide and looked at Xia Yu. The look was not appreciation, but a kind of awe for the strong. "He, his 'soul-eating' is fire!"

"Yes, it's just fire!"

Wei An spoke slowly.

Another dragon from Baiyulou respected Kong Chun's interruption, with shock remaining in his eyes, "A general dragon chef puts his own shape and shadow on the ingredients to convey the artistic conception to diners, but, he directly endorses the flames. He is the flame walker. No, he should be called... the flame emperor of today's generation!"

All the dragon and chefs all cast their eyes on the vermilion halberd.

Zhu Ji sighed: "What's scary about such a flame-eating spirit is that it can burn all the ingredients, and this means that even ordinary barbecue recipes and barbecue dishes, once given such flame-eating spirit, the dishes will immediately be upgraded to the dragon level!"

"not to mention……"

The dragon head stared at the young man who was always calm, "The structure of your recipe is extraordinary. Adding 'Wine Camel', 'Rock Alpaca' and 'Chrysanthemum Sauce' can also achieve luminous harmony... It's really incredible!"

Um?!

The dragon chefs and celebrities in the square were shocked.

In addition to the ‘Wine Camel’, ‘Rock Alpaca’… it seems that there are more ‘Chrysanthemum’!

"Chrysanthemum!"

A trembling and panic sound came from Huang He who had just woken up.

The heat flow in the body was still there, and the song of praise that surrounded his ears seemed to be stopping in his head, as if it was constantly impacting the fortress in Huang He's heart.

Click.

A crack emerged on a delicate disc called "Chef Heart".

"Oh, are you awake?" Xia Yu's mouth opened and he gave a final blow quietly, "So do I still need to taste your 'Guihe Yannian Soup'? Boss Huang?"

Huang He yelled, his eyes turned black, and his mouth was talking over and over again. The more he said, the more he looked terrifying: "...What kind of strange combination is this? Fantasy ingredients, with the 'Chrysanthemum sauce' of Beixian? No, such a combination will never shine. I will never agree with this forced luminous recipe... I will never admit... I cannot lose..."

Suddenly, the eyes around him became sympathetic.
Chapter completed!