Chapter 747 Aren’t You Ashamed? !

Feng Ying carried the huge black curled horn and happily ran to the Loklak Hall Tavern.

Unfortunately, the attention and cheers she received were much less than she expected. She didn't see many people in the tavern at all. I'm afraid they all ran out to look for ingredients and haven't come back yet.

I should have come back in a few days if I had known.

Feng Ying deeply regretted that showing off could only be done once. It would be too deliberate and embarrassing to have to carry the black horn everywhere to show off.

With a feeling of regret and expectation, Feng Ying sent the "Ceratopsian Furious Arms", the shiny black spiral dragon horns, and some strong carapace collected from the black horned dragons to the best weapon workshop in Lockark. .

The craftsmen assured her that her "Force of Destiny" would be completed in about a week, at the same time as the food contest was held.

That is recognized as one of the best shield axes!

Feng Ying is looking forward to it very much.

Maka is not in a hurry to build equipment. She seems to want to find a powerful craftsman to customize a set of lightweight Black Horned Dragon armor. The regular Horned Dragon series armor is too thick and heavy, and Ted can use it just fine. She But the insect stick user

After the customization of the new weapons was completed, Feng Ying focused all her attention on the food competition that would be held soon. The title of winner of "The Third Princess's Favorite" must be hers!

Pooh! What a fucking name.

As the date of the food competition approaches, the whole of Lockark gradually becomes lively.

It can be seen that the enthusiastic desert residents really like this noisy collective activity.

The location of the competition is arranged by the lakeside of the mysterious lake that will never dry up. A huge stage is being set up. It can be seen that the major chambers of commerce as the organizers are very attentive.

The enthusiasm of the businessmen who gathered was no less than that of the local citizens. They were not necessarily competing for the winner. As long as enough people gathered together, they would always make business.

Although she was full of confidence in the ceratopsian eggs she and others brought back, she was not someone who easily got carried away. On the contrary, she was smart and cautious.

At least that's what Feng Ying thinks.

She very "keenly" noticed a "loophole" in this competition.

Strictly speaking, this competition is an ingredient competition, not a food competition. The contestants are only responsible for providing ingredients. As for cooking the ingredients into delicious food, it is the professional cat chef team officially convened by Lockrack.

Although Pork Chop is not a qualified cat cook, in the favor of Guild Leader Mustache and the Third Princess, who can object to stuffing it into a chopping block or a water table to help cook or something?

Pork Chop Stealing Master.

In the past two days, the third princess and her maids were running around the city without a trace.

Hunters' dinner table.

While Feng Ying absentmindedly ate the carefully cooked pork chop, which became more and more professional, she mentioned it unintentionally, "Pork chop, although you are not a chef, you can handle most of the ingredients for the competition." Right."

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Everyone around the dining table all looked at her in disbelief.

Gordon clenched his fists, and even Hayata, who had always regarded Feng Ying as a younger sister, had eyes full of reproach.

When did this kid become so disdainful?

Feng Ying tried to deny, "No, no! I never thought about letting Pork Chop tamper with other contestants' ingredients!"

She thought about it.

Pork Chop, who was wearing a chef's hat, looked sideways at Feng Ying to see how she planned to quibble.

"I, I just want to remind you that the ceratopsian egg we brought back should not be made into scrambled eggs. I hope it can be made into egg pudding and make it look better. Well, use the egg shell as a container."

Pork Chop continued to look at her sideways, "When you hand in the ingredients, you can make notes on cooking methods and additional requirements. Did you make any comments then?"

"Remarked."

"That's fine, meow. From the perspective of fairness, I shouldn't know what ingredients you handed over, meow. I will treat what you just said as if I didn't hear it, meow."

"Okay." Feng Ying retreated into the corner with her dark thoughts.

Seeing that Feng Ying was going mad because of the bonus, Hayata thought for a while, walked to the storage box, and hugged the strange dragon cub that was still full of energy and writhing after being tied up for several days. out.

An Xil was startled, "Have you not turned in the ingredients yet? The deadline is coming soon."

Hayata smiled and placed the strange dragon cub in front of the pork chop. "I thought this wouldn't win any prizes. I might as well leave it to the pork chop to practice. Let's eat it together for supper. It's delicious." Yo."

"Ji-ga!"

The strange dragon cub let out a strange, scalp-numbing cry.

"To be honest, I don't really want to eat it." Looking at the strange dragon cub that stretched its neck and tried to bite him, Anxier sat back and said, "But Feng Ying, don't you feel ashamed?"

Feng Ying bent her legs, knelt down on the chair, and bowed, "I was wrong."

After that late-night snack, Feng Ying's mind returned to normal and she no longer thought about those crooked things.

She rejoined the Third Princess and their playgroup, shopping today, going to the lake tomorrow, and having fun all around.

Gordon and the others also took off their armor and weapons and fully enjoyed this lively holiday.

The influence of the food competition has been growing. Many people don't even know what the competition itself is. They just heard that Lockrack was holding a "food festival" and rushed over one after another.

The streets of Rocklak are getting more and more crowded. There are so many tourists that the hotels can't accommodate them. Many residents even start "homestay" businesses. The liveliness is no less than last month's harvest festival.

The little mustache president laughed so hard that he was numb. The Rocklak managers, including him, have decided to set this event as a fixed annual event and festival.

At that time, there will be no need for the third princess to provide prize money. She just needs to show up at the competition.

After eating at the snack stalls on the commercial street for a whole day, Gordon and his friends wandered to the tavern.

For hunters, the tavern is a place with special meaning.

Even on vacation, even if they have no plans to take on tasks, they are still willing to go to the meeting house tavern every day to have a meal and drink some wine.

Most of the hunters who went out of the city to find food have returned, and the meeting house tavern has returned to its usual noisy appearance.

However, at this time, most of the hunters in the tavern were crowded around a wine table, and the shouting, laughing and scolding could be heard across the whole street.

"Come on! Come on! Big sister is almost there!"

"Big bald head, give it some more strength, push it back! That's it! Hahaha!"

Gordon grinned, he knew what was going on inside without even looking.

Arm wrestling is the most popular "sport" in any hunter tavern.

Gordon rubbed his hands, and squeezed into the crowd under Hayata's helpless gaze.

The hunters who were squeezed out by him were about to yell and curse, but when they saw the size of the newcomer, they all shut their mouths from the bottom of their hearts.

Gordon squeezed to the center of the crowd and saw the two contestants clearly, and couldn't help blinking.

On one side was the dark-skinned Black Dragon, Sister Marydan. This lady's eyes were wide open, her muscles bulged, and those tiger-like tattoos seemed to come alive and twisted constantly.

On the other side was a hideous big bald head, the scars on his forehead were congested, and the blue-black blood vessels were jumping, as if they were about to burst at any time.

"Brother Ted!" Gordon shouted happily.

"Huh?"

Ted was distracted for a moment, and Marydan took the opportunity to burst out with strength, smashing the opponent's arm onto the table.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the thick wooden table was smashed open with a conspicuous crack.

"The winner is me!"

"It doesn't count! It doesn't count if someone interferes!"