I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Chapter 889: An Ordinary Appearance

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"Seventh sister, seventh sister, the one you love is on stage!" The fairy in red smiled sweetly, pulled the elegant woman in plain robe beside her, and said loudly.

"Sister, what are you talking about?!"

Lin Junjun, an elegant woman, glared at the woman next to her and said angrily.

The fairy in blue clothes smiled lightly: "Seventh sister, your sixth sister, I have watched you grow up, and I have never seen you be so interested in other men. Do you still want to deny it?"

"If you like him, just pursue him. Falling in love won't violate the rules of heaven!" The woman in green also agreed.

"That's right, that's right, if we catch him, we can still have a good time. Just thinking about it makes me feel happy." The fairy in yellow skirt said with a smile.

Lin Junjun's fair face turned red from the compliments, while the other beautiful fairies kept cheering and cheering on the sidelines, becoming a beautiful sight among the melon-eating crowd.

At this time, An Lin began to take the stage.

He was still dressed in white, with a touch of confidence and indifference on his handsome face. Facing the crowd of thousands of immortals, he showed no trace of stage fright.

The lineup of more than twenty immortals who have returned to the Void Realm, and nearly a thousand immortals who have transformed into gods, earthly immortals, and nurturing immortals, would definitely be considered terrifying in the eyes of ordinary monks, and they might be so nervous that they could not even walk.

But in An Lin's eyes, it can only be said to be pretty good.

After all, it was him who showed off his cooking skills himself, so this kind of battle was enough to watch!

Seeing An Lin's appearance, Emperor Qinghua stroked his beard with some satisfaction: "It seems that this little friend An Lin is very confident."

When An Lin saw the old man, he saluted respectfully: "Junior An Lin, I have met Emperor Qinghua!"

"Okay, okay...just go there and wait." Emperor Qinghua smiled gently and pointed to one of the competition platforms, which had all kinds of equipment.

The chef god Hu Jiahao also appeared in front of everyone's attention. He was dressed in red robe, with a rugged face, bright eyes, and stubble on his face. He looked quite old, but he was very powerful.

After Hu Jiahao and Emperor Qinghua saluted, they also walked to the competition stage.

An Lin looked at Hu Jiahao, and Hu Jiahao also looked at An Lin. This was the first time the two of them met, and sparks seemed to explode in their eyes.

Hu Jiahao said calmly: "Your cooking skills may be very good, but I will let all the immortals understand that your food is not worth the price!"

The God of Cooking did not deny An Lin's cooking skills, which made An Lin less motivated.

An Lin naturally couldn't show weakness and smiled: "Then I will prove to you that my food can be sold at any price!"

As soon as he finished speaking, many immortals burst into cheers again.

Crazy, really too crazy!

Those words that were so confident and arrogant shocked them.

Some immortals felt disgusted, while others showed admiration.

"As a newcomer, An Lin shouldn't say such things no matter how good his cooking skills are. His arrogant attitude is already a sign of arrogance!"

"I don't think it's a big deal. Young people just need to have this enterprising spirit that defies the sky and the earth."

"Yes, pride without strength is stupid, but pride with strength is charming! Besides, maybe his cooking skills are as good as he said?"

The immortals are still discussing it heatedly and have different opinions.

At this time, the golden girl flew in front of An Lin and Hu Jiahao. With a wave of one hand, the ingredients and ingredients appeared in front of them.

The ingredients are very simple, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar.

The ingredients are even more simple, a piece of Chinese cabbage, an eggplant, a Tianting chicken, a piece of pork, a few eggs, and a little onion and garlic.

Golden Boy Lang Lang said: "Competitors, within an hour, choose whatever they need from the ingredients and ingredients we provide, and then make a dish. Whoever makes a dish that is more delicious and of higher quality will win the prize." If you win, the judge will be Emperor Qinghua! The final right of interpretation belongs to Emperor Qinghua!”

When An Lin heard this, he realized that the judging criteria were not limited to taste, but also required quality. This required the chef to have the ability to turn decay into magic. After all, the ingredients and ingredients were very ordinary, so how could the quality of the finished dish be improved? The essential.

At this moment, An Lin and Hu Jiahao were both lost in thought.

There is only one chance. If they want to do their best, they must not be too aggressive.

Since An Lin got the pan, he has been practicing his cooking skills every day. After all, he can't waste such a good pan, so he still knows a lot of cuisines.

He has also tried dishes made with such simple ingredients, such as the cola chicken dish he once made for Xiaolan, but it still didn't work. It wasn't amazing enough that time!

An Lin and Hu Jiahao were thinking quietly.

The melon-eating crowd definitely couldn’t take any time off, so they started chatting one after another.

"I have eaten the food cooked by little friend An Lin. The deliciousness is simply unique in the world, so An Lin will definitely win this competition!"

"Haha, don't brag An Lin so hard. Hu Jiahao has been a chef for thousands of years, how can he be no match for a new kid?"

"An Lin may have some special ingredients or secret techniques to make it more delicious. But in the face of such simple ingredients and ingredients, Hu Jiahao's superb cooking skills, as well as his terrible experience as a chef and his sense of innovation, That’s the key to victory!”

The immortals are discussing, and the little immortals are not idle either.

The golden boy sneaked up to the jade girl and whispered: "Xiaoyu, who do you think will win?"

"It must be Brother An Lin, the dishes he cooks are more delicious!" The Jade Girl said without hesitation.

Jin Tong was stunned: "Why?"

"Brother An Lin is so handsome, a feast for the eyes!" The Jade Girl said in a clear voice.

Jin Tong: "..."

What a simple reason!

As he was talking, there was another exclamation from the crowd.

He turned his eyes to the competition stage, and it turned out that Hu Jiahao had started to make a move!

"It's out! That's the God of Cooking's special pot, the Feishen Bihuang pot! The appearance is as pleasing to the eye as a beautiful jade. It is a pot forged from the god-level Bihuang jade. Not only is it non-sticky, it is also extremely resistant to high temperatures, and every time you cook, you can get a taste boost!"

All the gods couldn't help but exclaimed. Seeing the God of Cooking's pot that looked like a work of art was also a strange enjoyment!

Perhaps touched by something, An Lin had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he also thought of what type of dish to cook. That dish was related to the new member of his big family.

"Look, An Lin has also started!"

"I want to see what kind of pot he is using."

A second later, countless immortals stared with their eyes wide open, their faces dull.

Some even rubbed their eyes, looked again, and then took a deep breath in disbelief.

"This, am I seeing right? This is a frying pan?"

"Or is it a completely black, ordinary pot?!"

"Ordinary? No! I think it has its own characteristics!" a certain fan retorted.

"Has its own characteristics? Is it ugly?!"

Yes, when everyone saw the frying pan in An Lin's hand, they couldn't help showing shock, contempt, or disappointment on their faces.

An Lin didn't care about it, but smiled confidently.

Mortals, now I will let you experience the fear of being dominated by a frying pan!

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