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Urging, urging, urging, I finally arrived at Lao Xue’s house, are you satisfied? Hum hum, where are the recommendation tickets? Where are the rewards? Where are the collections?)
Mingguang advocates martial arts and ancient times, especially for evolved people. What they value is the freedom and ease of eating big chunks of meat, gulping down drinks, and gratifying grudges. They act in a tough style but have their own rules and regulations.
Evolved people are extremely powerful and have their own set of rules. Bright light and wilderness cannot be generalized.
"Follow the previous rules, do you have any objections?"
Xue Guangyuan sat in the middle of the judging table, with his hair and beard all white and his clothes flowing.
With a childish smile on his rosy face, he said to the other four people warmly.
"Then follow the old rules." Lieutenant General Ye of the garrison said.
Zhao Zheng was wearing a black iron-colored garrison uniform, with a straight and rigid posture. He made a "snap" sound with his fists and palms together in an ancient salute, "Mr. Xue said it's okay, then that's okay."
Wei Tianxing also nodded to Mr. Xue, "Okay."
It's not that the Xue family is powerful, nor is Xue Guangyuan's strength.
Xue Guangyuan's life can be said to be nothing special.
In terms of strength, he is not even an evolver.
When it comes to cooking skills, he is the least outstanding member of the Xue family's generation.
In terms of means, it seems that Xue Guangyuan has been a good old man with a smile all his life.
But it was such a person who held the entire Xue family tightly in his hands for more than seventy years. It was not until his favorite great-grandson Xue Mingfang was born that he gradually delegated power to the current head of the Xue family, Xue Zhen, who was over fifty years old.
Without him, the old guy is too capable.
His lifespan is really too long, it's so long that it's frightening.
After the catastrophe with an average age of fifty, Xue Guangyuan is now 137 years old. He is not deaf or blind, can eat and drink, and has white teeth that are more solid than Xue Zhen's.
This old man is Xue Zhen's grandfather's fourth grandfather. He has survived three generations of the Xue family, including Xue Zhen's father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. It was this old man who watched him grow up and then died.
Who dares to be dissatisfied with such an old guy? Who dares not to be afraid?!
What if he beats you to death too?
The world is yours and mine, but in the end it belongs to those who are in good health and live long...
“Ahem.”
In the third round, both sides will designate their specialty dishes. Within the three rounds, each person will have a chance to interfere with the other party as much as possible."
"Everyone, Xue Zhen and Lin Chou, do you have any objections?"
"No."
"No!"
Xue Mingfang stepped forward and placed a pen and paper in front of each judge, "Please feel free to write down any ingredients."
After five people have finished writing, they form a ball and place it on a plate.
Xue Zhen stretched out his hand and said, "Little friend Lin, please come!"
Lin Chou smiled and said, "Those who are wise will come first. Mr. Xue invites you."
Xue Zhen laughed and did not refuse. He casually took a paper ball from the plate and unfolded it in front of everyone. The word "Chicken" was clearly written on it.
Xue Guangyuan smiled and said, "Let's make a dish using chicken as raw material."
Huang Dashan clapped his hands and said, "Haha, Xue Bapi is miserable. Brother Lin's salt-baked chicken has an effect that Xue Zhen won't be able to catch up with in eight lifetimes!"
Gao Xuan frowned, "Jiu Shan Palace...but there is a top-notch dish that uses chicken as its raw material. Brother Lin is in danger this time."
Huang Dashan's wild laughter suddenly froze on his face.
The red letter "Salt-baked chicken must win: As the future god of cooking in the apocalypse, how can you let your own dishes lose to others? Defeat the chicken-based dishes made by Xue Zhen, a lower primate creature. Reward: Salt-baked chicken (upgraded
version), all attribute points +2. Failure penalty: forced hostile effect on all avian creatures."
Red letter "Battle of Rise: As the future god of cooking in the apocalypse, you must eliminate all enemies blocking the way forward and go through all the obstacles to hone yourself. Defeat the lower primate creature Xue Zhen in this competition. Reward: fourth-level dishes,
Ten years in Hexi. Punishment for failure: Damn it, hot chicken, you can kill me with a piece of tofu!"
Lin Chou now just wanted to find a piece of tofu and hit him to death. The "fuck" power was too powerful.
Can TM be more serious? I almost laughed just now!
All tools were available on the dining table, and the kitchen soon sent the mutated guinea fowl that Lin Chou needed.
"Fat-headed pigeon? Well, it can be considered a type of chicken."
"Zero-level low-level ingredients? Isn't this guy too perfunctory? Do you just want to win with these rubbish?"
"Young people are young people, how can they compete with the Xue family's heritage? This time, you should be able to experience the Xue family's exquisite dishes, right?"
There was a lot of discussion below, and Lin Chou concentrated on dealing with the mutated guinea fowl under his hands.
Get a tube of source crystal solution, change the blood of the cute and pitiful guinea fowl, then throw it aside and let it wander away on its own.
The ingredients Xue Zhen selected were also brought up.
Xue Zhen cupped his hands and said, "My old Xue is not as good as Fourth Master. My arms and legs are not as good as before, which makes you laugh. Today I will make in front of you a unique dish of Jiu Shan Palace, Zang Feng."
Xue Zhen picked up the living creature in his hand, "The rainbow hazel pheasant is a second-level mutant creature. It has quick reactions and its running speed is comparable to that of a third-level agile evolver. It is very difficult to capture. It has colorful phoenix feathers on its head and a tail like a spear.
If you run non-stop throughout your life, if you stop, you will die. The meat is so tender and tender that it is the best, and it is also known as the flying dragon."
"Making Tibetan Phoenix is very simple..."
As Xue Zhen spoke, he picked up a round-headed kitchen knife and weighed it in his hand a few times before nodding with satisfaction.
"Shua"
The kitchen knife in his hand danced into a ball of silver light, and those with lower strength could not see what was happening.
Lin Chou's eyes narrowed. With his eyesight, he could barely see that Xue Zhen's kitchen knife quickly opened the belly of the rainbow hazel chicken. After taking out the internal organs, he stuffed a ball of prepared seasoning into the belly of the chicken. The kitchen knife was flexible and flexible.
Using the instructions of his arms, he turned inside and outside and sewed the broken chicken belly with its own muscle lines without using any stitches or threads.
The whole process took less than three seconds. When Xue Zhen put down the kitchen knife, the rainbow hazel pheasant let out a loud and powerful scream and struggled violently, but not a drop of blood came out from its belly.
"good!"
Wei Tianxing's eyes flashed, "Master Xue's sword is indeed still young. When I see Master Xue today, his swordsmanship is still as good as before. I admire him and admire him."
Xue Zhen smiled and said, "I don't dare to take it, I don't take it! I was lucky enough to be able to show my shame in front of Lord Wei, and I still feel honored to do so."
Wei Tianxing said seriously, "Master Xue, you are very polite. You are worthy of being called a master in cooking."
Wei Tianxing was about to say anything more, but with a bang, a delicate white porcelain wine bottle fell into the field and shattered to pieces. A few drops of wine splashed on the judging table.
He immediately shrank his neck and looked out of the corner of his eyes. Sure enough, his precious daughter was looking at him with gritted teeth.
"Ahem."
Wei Tianxing blinked, looked up at the sky, pretended to be an old monk in meditation, and carefully studied the roof structure of Jiushan Palace.