Chapter 164: The Competition Begins

Chapter 164: The Competition Begins

At that moment, all the people present raised their heads together, and the majestic pressure swept towards the door like a sea tide, but immediately, it dissipated lightly before a contemptuous gaze.

A figure stood upright, walked into the lounge, and sat on the main seat without hesitation, with a majestic aura as if suppressing the heavens.

But immediately, another momentum came from outside the door.

"Master Zhao, the bell dumpling contestant at Xiaxi Road Food Street, is here!"

"Heh, Master Liu, we have to compete this year." An old and deep laughter sounded from outside the door: "Be careful, old man, I have prepared a trump card this year."

"Hey, amazing skills and tricks." Master Liu sneered: "No matter how many tricks you have, can they beat our century-old dark old bastard?"

Before the visitor could stand still, one after another aura of a strong man emerged from outside the door.

"Chang'an's Overnight Mutton Soak Master Li is here!"

"Qiongzhou Rotten Shrimp Food Stall Master Chen..."

"..."

For a moment, the heroes gathered in the lounge, as if even the air was frozen under the impact of this terrifying momentum. The grandmasters sat on their chairs, staring at each other, their breaths drooping, crushing the ages.

Halfway through hearing it, Huai Shi's face was ashen and defeated, with no fighting spirit.

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No matter how hard you try, it can't be as bad as someone else's!

This is not a gap that skills can make up, but a terrifying nightmare created by the wailing and pain of countless innocent passengers.

Just looking at them, Huai Shi could see a large amount of dark source quality from the void behind them.

It is the painful resentment that countless people eat shit, and the sadness that comes from the self-deception that has come.

Beside him, someone handed over a tissue and smiled: "Don't be afraid, just perform as usual."

The person who spoke was a kind-hearted elder sister, her hair was tied in a ponytail, she looked very capable, and her smile was amiable. Huai Shi took the tissue and couldn't help wiping off a cold sweat, smiling wryly and shaking her head:

"Why is it as usual? I don't even have a regular photo, so I'll just cook some dried noodles."

"Hmph, another guy who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth."

Beside him, a man exuding a dark aura sneered: "I always thought that it would be unpalatable as long as I made it indiscriminately, but I don't know how much hard work and effort it takes to make it particularly unpalatable!"

I have nothing to do with my mother's idleness, thinking about making the meal even more unpalatable, what a fool!

Huai Shi didn't want to talk to her at all.

I only hope that this competition will end soon, and I will go up and make up a random number, and I will lose the election and go home as soon as possible.

At this moment, the entire contestant lounge suddenly shook, and all the contestants fell silent and raised their heads.

The ceiling was lifted.

It's like opening a box.

A huge shadow squatted outside the box, staring down at them, and soon nodded slightly: "The distinguished judges have entered the arena, you are ready, you will have the opportunity to play soon."

"Those who pretend to be fake, it's best to quit as soon as possible." The huge shadow opened its blood-red single eye and announced in a cold voice: "This time a noble lord has come, if you are angry because of poor skills, it's not The consequences of eating a lifetime of shit can calm down!"

boom!

The box is closed.

In the silence, everyone in the lounge looked at each other.

His expression was no longer contemptuous, but solemn.

Huai Shi swallowed, looked at the empty exit, hesitated for a moment, and shook her head resolutely.

I'd rather die than eat shit-tasting curry for the rest of my life.

I can only show my true skills!

Huai Shi's fighting spirit ignited, and then burned out immediately - what a shit, he didn't know how to do it well.

The door burst open.

A burly man in leather pants glanced at the room and picked up the number plate in his hand: "Contestant No. 109, No. 89, No. 44, No. 88, ready to play."

After the first batch of contestants left, the second batch of contestants were quickly called away, followed by the third batch, and the fourth batch...

The room is getting more and more empty.

Huai Shi became more and more uneasy.

Until the end, even the young lady next to him who had been comforting her stopped talking, closed her eyes and rested, waiting for the start of the game.

I don't know what the result will be, and I don't know if the selection has passed.

The only thing I know is that the people who were called away never came back.

Huai Shi became more and more nervous.

Until finally, someone came in, glanced at the last few people in the room, and nodded: "Okay, come together, the judges can't wait."

Everyone quickly picked up their tools and followed behind.

"This time the judges have a very good taste. If you are here to make up the numbers, you'd better admit defeat and retire early. Believe me, this is for your own good."

That green-skinned orc-like simple-minded man walked ahead with the list, and a tentacle monster with eyes full of wriggling came towards him, dragging a screaming man in his hand.

"Give me one more chance! Give me one more chance!" the man cried, "My stinky tofu can be even more stinky! Believe me, give me one more chance, don't throw me in there..."

"Another poor fool who thinks he's smart."

The orc shook his head and sneered: "It is said that when he was caught, he really wanted to put shit in the stinky tofu... Heh, this kind of person who sullies his cooking skills is not worthy of being a chef at all. Be careful, if there is another kind of trouble Yes, but there is no end to it."

As they said that, they saw the tentacle monster open a door, and threw the man in casually.

Amidst the stench, Huai Shi vaguely saw a septic tank that should be filled with mosaics.

A muffled sound was heard in the distance, and the screams disappeared.

Huai Shi shivered, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Tremendous stress.

At the end of the corridor is the huge arena, the No. 09 audition division.

Thousands of contestants have been put to the test in dozens of different divisions.

All the stoves were lined up in the center of the trapezoidal square like the Roman Colosseum, and the auditorium was already full of people.

A thin layer of gray fog enveloped the faces of these hell and border visitors, hiding those appalling faces and identities. At this moment, they are just pure spectators.

Appreciate the birth of the miracle of hell.

And on the referee's seat directly opposite, several majestic figures stood upright, their faces hidden in the darkness, only cold and harsh eyes staring at the trembling contestants.

Soon, one of the judges turned his head and glanced at the attendant beside him. The attendant nodded, stepped forward, and announced with his head held high: "The title of the competition—dessert."

"By genre and style."

The eight-eyed attendant said coldly: "Submit your work to the judges within fifteen minutes, otherwise, prepare to meet the fate of the loser!"

Huai Shi swallowed her mouth and looked at the contestants around her. Some of them were trembling with their legs trembling, while others were already full of fighting spirit. They rushed to the stove, took out their tools and the ones provided by the competition Materials, start the fiery production.

Only Huai Shi stood in front of the stove with a blank face, looking around, at a loss for what to do.

The judges noticed that he was trying to paddle, frowned unhappily, and cast cold pressure, while the audience booed irritably: "Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Huai Shi even saw that among them, the one that yelled most vigorously was a crow.

"Damn it, you just want to see me unlucky, don't you?"

Huai Shi looked away speechlessly, and forcibly calmed down, no matter what, she is a person who has seen the big world, so she should not be frightened by such a small battle.

But what kind of dessert are you going to make?

He rummaged through the materials provided by the contest party. It can be said that there are all kinds of fruits, milk, chocolate... but each one exudes a strange color and taste, and it doesn't look like it can be delicious at all... This is also true. As expected, after all, it's the Chef Demon Contest, maybe ask the contestants to make some ghost things like Beidou Zhenhun Noodles.

Randomly took a bunch of things and threw them on the chopping board.

Then Huai Shi was dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

Fortunately, there is still a mobile phone signal here, Huai Shi panicked and searched for the method on the spot, as if he had been pardoned, the sharp-eyed audience saw his screen, and the booing sound became louder.

And while Huai Shi was in a hurry, someone had already submitted a work!

Just three minutes!

The goblin with head held high was already laughing, picked up the plate, and glanced proudly at the other stunned contestants: "Wi, inheritance, do you know! This, this game, I, our green hair Poison and poisoned wine are sure to win!"

After all, he lifted the plate and introduced to the judges:

"—Please taste, wine, fermented white fungus!"

On the plate, in the four small bowls, there are crystal clear white fungus floating among the attractively colored fruits. It looks innocent and smells a faint aroma, which is simply tempting.

Audiences who have purchased the luxury package can even synchronize their sense of smell and taste with the judges, and even feel the sweetness and fragrance in it, which is so attractive.

When the small spoon is scooped into the mouth, a touch of sweetness bursts out of the mouth, instantly occupying the tip of the tongue. When the tempting sweetness has not dissipated, the devil hidden behind the sugar coating shows a grin.

Immediately afterwards, the horrible pungent, bitter and unspeakable stench erupted like a bomb from every corner of the mouth.

The judges paused, raised their heads one after another, and spewed out a foul-smelling poisonous gas, but their expressions were not at all unhappy, but full of surprise and heartiness.

"wonderful!"

At the front, a hippopotamus judge who looked like he was wearing a suit opened his mouth, picked up a small spoon, scooped up the dessert in the bowl, and said in amazement: "It's so rare, do they all come with their own ingredients? This kind of dessert is smoked with sulfur. The white fungus tastes wonderful, paired with these strawberries ripened with hormones, and the grass ridges dyed with green tea... And the master is the exquisitely brewed Hell Legacy·Green Hair Poison Wine. This sour taste is like licking the iron railings in the cold winter, it is unforgettable!"

"No, there is a different taste."

Next to the hippopotamus, a skinny man raised his head, his eye sockets were sunken like a skeleton, and his voice was hoarse: "You also used another ingredient, which is hidden, but in fact it is the most important foundation of this dessert... ..."

The judges pondered and frowned.

"It's oil."

The goblin smiled and continued to stutter: "I used, used hogwash oil, and mixed it with green hair poisonous wine!"

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