Spring breeze, summer flowers, autumn moon, winter snow.
The scenery changes, the seasons pass, and the time in the illusion of "telepathy" quickly comes to the end of the second summer.
Sun Xunqiao and Ding Qiuqiu were walking on the sidewalk of Linyuan Road. There was already a slight chill in the wind, and the cicadas chirping on the trees were as soft as hallucinations.
The wall of the Sanxin Printing Factory next to the two people is mottled, and the true color of cement is exposed behind the peeling white ash. The clouds and leaves in the sky block most of the sunlight. The streets sunken in the shadows of clouds and trees become more and more old.
Seems quiet.
Sun Xunqiao held a large handful of printing factory fried potato chips in his hand, and every time Ding Qiuqiu finished a bunch, he passed another bunch over.
The fried golden potato slices are evenly sprinkled with dried chili powder. Ice-flake-like cracks appear when you bite into them. They are crispy and crispy in your mouth. The edges of each fragment are rounded and obtuse, so they don't look too hard.
The machine-made potato chips scratch the mouth.
There is also a thin layer of mashed potatoes left in the crispy shell, giving this bunch of fried potato chips a richer flavor.
Ordinary chefs don't have to worry about the shape of food after it's put into their mouths, because diners can't see or care.
But when an extraordinary gourmet like Ding Qiuqiu, whose five senses are mixed and can see each other, dines, every change after eating is under her observation, so the chef must keep the work in beautiful form at every stage.
The peony fish dumplings made by Wu Tao felt like a fine snow falling among the flowers in the mouth. Ding Qiuqiu was full of praise in the last competition.
Sun Xunqiao didn't have the aesthetic sense or knife skills, so he could only use his expertise as a food safety supervisor in Northern Shaolin and put a lot of considerate and meticulous work into the fried potato chips.
While passing potato slices to Ding Qiuqiu, he introduced her to the dishes she was going to eat later.
“…My hometown is a place where five rivers converge, the water system is abundant, and the river food is famous for its delicious taste.
You ate Anxi fish head yesterday. I will take you to eat mullet fish in soypot and yellow spicy diced in red soup at noon, and then serve a large Qianqing wave fish... It is black scale, also called green plate. It can be replaced with green pepper and black bean paste.
Okay, anyway, I can't get tired of eating in the fantasy world, so I just started eating the brown sugar glutinous rice cake.
In the evening, we went to the No. 1 Middle School to eat pork ribs noodles, and for late-night snacks, we went to the doghouse for skewers.
That’s it for today.”
Ding Qiuqiu listened carefully to every word Sun Xunqiao said.
She had no favorable impression of this despicable man who tried to cheat before the game, but in this "telepathic" illusion, Sun Xunqiao was not a person, but a dish.
Every word he said and every dish he took himself to eat were part of the dish of "heart-to-heart".
Since I have been entrusted by others to serve as the chief judge of the Master Chef Star Competition, no matter how much I dislike a contestant, I should not bring my personal emotions to work.
Tasting meticulously and evaluating impartially, this is what Ding Qiuqiu should do.
Ding Qiuqiu finished the last bunch of fried potato chips, threw the bamboo stick back to the yellow-faced man at hand, stopped and said:
"There are only two or three days left in this illusion.
In one year and six months, including the fried potato chips just now, I have eaten a total of 7,964 dishes made by you, and none of them can beat the taste of Ye Shuangliu's Shengshi.
Sun Xunqiao, the cuisine you come from is indeed broad and profound, which opened my eyes.
But the title of Chef Fairy on the Other Side is not a title that can be won simply by accumulating numbers.
If you have a mental connection and that's it, then there's no need to continue.
It's getting dark outside, you should give in and end it as soon as possible."
Sun Xunqiao had already taken several steps forward. He looked at a small shop without a sign on the street. The owner was tiptoeing to get the "Chicken Shredded Cold Noodles" sign on the wall. The aunt at the canteen next door took the last one.
I gave the mung bean popsicle to the child who was doing homework in the store, and bent down to unplug the freezer at the door.
"The taste of prosperity..."
Sun Xunqiao turned around and said to Ding Qiuqiu who was a few meters away:
"Have you ever seen the prosperous dynasty?"
Before Ding Qiuqiu could answer, he closed his eyes and listened to the chirping of the cicadas that had not yet disappeared:
"Don't worry, summer is not over yet."
…
At the fishing village by the river, Sun Xunqiao and Ding Qiuqiu were sitting by the window. Outside the window was the Black Stone River. The Qingjiang River reflected the sky. From time to time, the shadows of several egrets and herons could be seen passing by the river.
Seven or eight meters away, Liang De and a group of people from Sheng Wuxu Private High School were sitting at a large round table. There were bowls and plates on top of the table, and all kinds of fresh food were served like flowing water.
The group of people, represented by Bai Hekong, the leader of the Sun Dog Group, was so happy with the meal that they had forgotten all about the rescue plan.
Liang De also reminded Comrade Bai Hekong that he hoped that she would correct her attitude, play a major leadership role, perform her duties effectively, and not forget Sun Dog who was in urgent need of rescue, but she received a nonchalant answer:
"In the past year and a half, you can tell that Sun Gou is very happy as soon as he eats the food he has cooked. It doesn't matter what he does!"
Liang De grabbed a crispy meat egg roll from the wooden plate and said:
"Brother Gui, the only people who still want to help my senior brother avenge his shame are you and me."
"I gave him a decisive battle weapon and I don't use it. Mud can't hold up the wall. How else can I help him?"
Mu Yigui scooped a spoonful of the crispy fried chili from the soypot mullet fish and poured it on the potato powder in the bowl. He held the bamboo chopsticks and stirred vigorously, making the porcelain bowl jingle.
"Don't worry about him, just eat more. You know Sun Gou's usual virtues. This time, he suffered from dementia because of love. I don't know when the next time I want to eat so much of his food will be."
After he finished speaking, his peripheral vision still occasionally glanced over to Sun Xunqiao.
"How long can this illusion exist?"
"It will be gone at 9:30 tomorrow night. The time outside is 5 pm."
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"Why is it tomorrow night? Didn't you say the day before yesterday that Sun Gou was very successful in imitating the flavor of eternal youth, and could he survive until the beginning of autumn in the fantasy world?"
"My senior brother left 30% of his energy untouched. If I asked him, he wouldn't tell me why."
"That's because I have a secret back-up. Okay, Sun Gou has it all in mind, so don't worry about him... where are my crispy fresh meat rolls!"
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In the private room on the second floor of Jiangpan Fishing Village, Ye Shuangliu sat alone at a round table.
Sun Xunqiao's blanket of yellow light swept over the whole place, and she also stayed in the illusion of this small town for more than a year.
The table in front of Ye Shuangliu was also filled with bowls and plates, including fish and meat. However, she only took one or two bites of each dish and then discarded it, asking the waiter to remove it.
She ordered, tried and removed the dishes faster and faster, and the look of disdain on her face became thicker and thicker.
"With this ability, no wonder he used such despicable means to disturb my mood before the game.
I will definitely win this Chef Fairy Competition on the Other Side."
…
Early the next morning, on the streets of the small town, two old gourmets who met in a dreamland met face to face.
"Lao Li, have you eaten?"
"Isn't this on the road? Let's go to Linyuan Road to eat celery and soybean noodles together?"
"You're eating this again. You're not tired of eating it every day. It's almost become your designated breakfast place."
"It's delicious. The more you eat, the more comfortable you become. Sun Xunqiao's craftsmanship is really good, but it's a pity..."
"It's a pity that he is just a little worse than Ye Shuangliu."
"Who says it's not the case? After eating here for a year and a half, more than 100,000 people in the city are still chanting her words of good luck to the world."
"Let me tell you..."
At this time, the sky suddenly became a little brighter. The man opposite Lao Li opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out.
Everything is silent, and the barbarian law is forbidden.
After banning everyone in the "Heart to Heart" illusion, the soft voice of the president of the organizing committee of the Chef Fairy Star Competition rang in the ears of the entire audience:
"Dear viewers, due to the special circumstances of this competition, the organizing committee has carefully studied and decided to temporarily add a special rule.
After the judges' voting session is over, we will organize an audience popularity vote at the competition site.
The contestant who wins the popularity vote will receive 1.5 votes, and the popularity vote has the same effect as the judges' 3 votes.
The announcement is over, I wish all viewers and friends a happy meal."
The unusually bright sky light became normal, and Lao Li and his friends regained their ability to speak.
Needless to say, this must be the work of a Shaolin consortium.
Sun Xunqiao's skills were not as good as others, so he created a popularity vote to help him win the championship.
"Lao Li, who are you voting for?"
“Sun Xunqiao’s food is really good.”
"so?"
"I vote for Ye Shuangliu."
"Hahahahaha, me too.
No matter how deep your background is or how powerful your sect is, as a chef, taste will speak for itself after all!"
…
Bai Hekong tapped the popularity bar chart on the blackboard with his pointer.
"Preliminary statistics show that Sun Gou's support rate is only 16%. This is because 50% to 60% of the audience has a Shaolin background. There are tens of thousands of lay disciples. Some people voted for friendship, otherwise it would be even lower."
"You calculated correctly, right?"
Liang De was puzzled: "Fifty to sixty percent of the audience has a Shaolin background, but my senior brother's support rate is less than 20%?"
"It shows that the Shaolin family on the other side is really a famous and upright sect. They have learned the Dharma well and their disciples are highly enlightened. At critical moments, they can help the ministers but not the relatives.
Do you think everyone is like your ancient Eastern martial arts?"
"What happened to our ancient boxing technique of the Eastern Kingdom? My master has a close relationship with the abbot Mengwei of Shaolin North on the other side. I am upright and upright, and I have always convinced others with my virtue..."
Mu Yigui interrupted Liang De's baseless boasting and said:
"It is impossible for Shaolin on the other side not to know its own affairs, so this special rule was not added by Shaolin, but because other people wanted to see Shaolin's jokes. With these 1.5 votes, Sun Gou's loss becomes even more embarrassing."
Lin Baolong, who had been silent, said in a deep voice:
"It may also be the handiwork of Southern Shaolin. Their players retired from the competition this time in violation of regulations. If Senior Brother Sun, who holds the title of Protector of the Mountain Gate of Northern Shaolin, wins, or if he loses badly enough, there will always be someone who uses him to step on Southern Shaolin and Northern Shaolin."
.”
"Hey, your ideas are so sinister."
"Ade, Sun Dog is wrapped in your auxiliary inner energy, can you pull off his white towel of a special chef?"
Liang De shook his head, "That strange thing works according to the user's cooking skills. It's useless for me to pull it off for him."
Mu Yigui whispered to himself:
"There are three Red Tribulations in the arena, and it's impossible for us to deal with all the spectators under their noses. What else can we do now..."
Liang De and Lin Baolong's thoughts were also spinning rapidly, but the longer they thought about it, the tighter their brows became.
"Hey Hey hey!"
Bai Hekong knocked hard on the blackboard several times, waking up several scheming men who were full of conspiracies.
Liang Deqi said: "Have you thought of a way to help Sun Gou win?"
"Hmm...no."
"Then what are you knocking on the blackboard? Have you considered the feelings of the blackboard?!"
"I think you are thinking too complicatedly."
Bai Hekong put down the sea-blue pointer and said:
“When I went to count the audience’s voting intentions, many people told me that chefs ultimately have to rely on taste to speak for themselves.
The more you use your crooked brains, the more likely you will go in the opposite direction.
Why do you just refuse to believe that Sun Gou can honestly defeat that cheongsam girl with his cooking skills? Have you enjoyed the food that Sun Gou has cooked these days?"
"There are so many gourmets in the city who still feel that Sun Gou is not as good as Ye Shuangliu after eating for a year and a half. Are you the only one who can make a difference?"
Mu Yiqi dismissed Bai Hekong's polemical argument, pressed his hairline as he was about to retreat outside the pass to join the Eight Banners, and continued to close his eyes and think deeply.
"I can't eat anything too profound, but you can all feel Sun Gou's mood in cooking from the dishes.
This month, his mood is getting lighter day by day, would someone who wants to lose do this?"
"What you said makes sense."
Liang De was thoughtful, his bright head shining with the light of wisdom.
"Sun Gou said before the competition that he would compete for the winner this time. He is in such a good mood cooking these days...it doesn't seem like he thinks he will lose.
Let’s not worry too much. If we make a mistake, Sun Gou may shirk the main responsibility. It’s just for one night. Let’s eat and hang out and wait for the results.”
Mu Yiqi suddenly opened his eyes, "How can you wait for the result!"
"Brother Gui."
Liang De pressed Mu Yigui's shoulder:
"Trust my senior brother once.
He didn’t even use a towel but tied his hands, didn’t he just want to make you feel at ease?”
…
On the last night of summer, Sun Xunqiao took Ding Qiuqiu out of his hometown town and came to a creek winding through a pear forest.
The flowering period of pear blossoms is usually at the end of March or early April in the lunar calendar. This pear forest has already passed the flowering period. Only the faint moonlight is gently rippling in the ripples, and the light is soft and bright, just like the color of pear blossoms.
Ding Qiuqiu stroked the trunk of the pear tree and imagined the scene of pear blossoms blooming on the side of a clear stream.
"Summer is coming to an end."
Sun Xunqiao nodded and said:
"More than one summer."
He stretched out his hand and broke off a pear tree branch, and the flavor of time imitating the eternal bluestone emerged from the palm of his hand. The leaves on the branch quickly withered and fell, and new green shoots grew from the dead branches.
The pear blossoms are blooming and the clear streams are rising and falling.
As Sun Xunqiao used his last 30% of his strength, time suddenly began to pass quickly in the small fantasy town.
When all the scenery returned to calm, Ding Qiuqiu, like all the people in the illusion, looked around in confusion.
Just now, living in this city for a year and a half seemed like a long, long time ago.
She no longer remembers much about the neighborhoods in this city, or even the taste of Sun Xunqiao's thousands of dishes.
Ding Qiuqiu felt as if he had left this small town and gone to a place far, far away, spent a long, long time, and then returned here again.
"I've been away from my hometown for more than ten springs. Although the old mountains are here, I don't care. There are pear trees and moonlight in the stream. I don't know who I belong to tonight."
The pear blossoms are in full bloom on the branches, and the stream is gurgling under the trees.
At the last quarter of an hour before the illusion ended, Sun Xunqiao brought out a small white porcelain bowl that seemed to contain pear blossoms and moonlight.
"This is the eight thousandth dish I have cooked for you, Lihua Xiyue."