Chapter 644 ‘Devil’

Specially made Yingzhou air-cooled buckwheat noodles.

A stack of cold noodles and a bowl of dipping sauce were placed in front of Enrico.

In the long silence, Enrico's expression twitched, he lowered his head, looked at the plate in front of him, raised his head, looked at Huai Shi, and then looked down at the plate in front of him.

"What is this?"

"Specially made Yingzhou air-cooled..."

"It doesn't matter whether it's air-cooled or water-cooled, but where are the soba noodles?!"

Even a shameless person like Enrico became angry in front of such a watery dish: "Where is the buckwheat!"

"I forgot to put it away."

Huai Shi was as calm as ever.

"Then why do you call it cold soba!"

"I told you it's specially made, are you bothered?"

Motoko Waiji raised his hand to flick the cigarette ashes, and said impatiently: "If you want to be happy, it doesn't matter if you call it boiled cabbage. The name is just a title, and the content is the essence. You don't want to eat it for free. Do you want it?" Do I charge money?”

"Listen to me, people need to eat enough to survive!

Only chargeable dishes will be carefully prepared by the chef. Free stuff like this is just garbage to attract customers to the store, turn consumers into commodities, and then sell membership cards and beverage services at high prices. "

"Trash, you know? Just like your maggots! Let me experience the essence of free products!"

Miss Motoko Oikachi pinched off her cigarette, put her hands on the cooking table, moved forward, looked down at him, and gave a rude order: "Give it to me, now, immediately!"

Looking at that pair of ferocious eyes, I could almost understand her anger, and at the same time, I also felt the terror of the abyss.

Even Enrico couldn't help but froze for a moment, feeling the biting cold.

At the same time, a sudden realization emerged in my heart.

You must eat this bowl of food, no matter what is in it, you must eat it... Otherwise, you may really... be killed by this woman.

Nodding hard and stiffly.

Then the murderous intention disappeared without a trace, replaced by a flower-like smile, full of relief and satisfaction.

"That's right."

A pair of convenient chopsticks were handed over, and they opened them for him thoughtfully, put them into his hands, and told him: "Try it quickly, Enrico, this is your destiny."

He couldn't help but sit in front of the dining table.

Hold the chopsticks.

He lowered his head and looked at the plate of cold noodles in front of him, which was still steaming with air-conditioning, as well as the sauce that had no intention whatsoever.

Smelling the bleak and featureless smell that did not make people feel happy at all, the first thought that emerged in his heart was not rejection.

But the helplessness that I feel.

"It's so shabby."

Such words were spoken involuntarily.

"Yeah, too shabby."

Huai Shi said, picking up the soup, and Yue Zu took his place and stirred the macaroni in the pot to prevent it from sticking to the pot. His movements were crisp and clear, without any concealment, and he helped Enrico solve his worries with a magnanimous attitude that could be seen by everyone.

No dirty tricks were used at all.

Even when Enrico looked at such a solemn and serious figure, he couldn't help but say thank you.

"No need."

Huai Shi turned her back to him and responded calmly: "Wasting food is shameful. Enrico, whether you throw away food or maliciously trample food into garbage, it is an unforgivable act.

While you are wasting food, there are also people who have to make a living by boiling noodles in plain water for three meals a day... It is normal to be shabby, rather it is natural to be shabby.

Because I want to save money, because I want to put my money on things that are more worth buying, so that I can live a better life in the future, so now I have no choice but to get rid of the shabby life.

Even if you live in such humiliation, wandering like a wild dog, and being looked down upon by everyone, it doesn't matter. You live to get better, not to mix good things with rotten cheese. "

Motoko Waiji knocked the soup, put it on the chopping board, and looked back at Enrico.

Enrico, on the other hand, had already picked up the first strand of noodles, dipped it in water and put it in his mouth - as expected, it had no taste at all.

The noodles have been cooked.

It's not that the heat is overdone, but this kind of cheap noodles can only go so far.

When put in the mouth, it becomes sticky and spreads into a ball. It tastes like chewing wax and is difficult to swallow. Enrico never dreamed that he would one day eat something like this.

No matter how much you chew it, you can't taste anything else. You can imagine the joy in the bitterness. What I ate was beef flavor, mutton flavor, and there were fish balls under the chopsticks.

But what is imagined does not exist after all.

I'm just sitting here eating noodles.

Therefore, what emerged from my heart was a burst of panic and sadness.

Immediately afterwards, I felt the sour smell in the dipping water. There was too much vinegar. And it was not tempered at all. The acidity was too much and the backlash made the high-quality vinegar look like cheap acidic water.

The tip of his nose twitched.

The noodles became inedible.

Immediately afterwards, what I felt was bitterness, a strong bitterness that could not be ignored.

The salt in those roughly added ingredients spreads and lashes the tip of the tongue. The rough salt grains on the ginger and seaweed melt in the mouth, turning into a lingering bitterness.

It almost seeps into the soul.

It makes the taste of the noodles even more embarrassing and disgusting, making it completely unpalatable!

But he couldn't spit it out.

It was as if there was an invisible force forcing him to eat it. He had to eat it, no matter how unpalatable it was, it didn't matter. Otherwise, you won't be able to survive.

Otherwise, they will starve to death.

The sourness and bitterness spread quickly, and along with the batter, it was swallowed into his throat, with a faint sting, making him take a deep breath.

It's mustard.

The mustard choked him.

Eyes red.

He inhaled wildly, turned his head away, and let out a huge sneeze, almost to the point of tears.

How many years has it been since you were in such a miserable state?

This familiar bitterness and sourness, as well as the pain in the heart, every bite feels like eating dirt and stones, the body is resisting, and the throat is resisting.

But I still have to eat...

Must eat it!

Otherwise, it's all over.

In the trance, a mocking voice sounded again.

"What's wrong? Enrico? Is this all you can do with your arrogant talk before?" The old man mocked coldly and chased people away impatiently: "If you can't hold on anymore, please leave my kitchen. Don’t die in the sacred kitchen, I don’t need such waste here!”

"No, no, please don't stop."

Enrico gritted his teeth, held back tears, climbed up from the ground, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the blurred figure of the old man: "I can continue to eat, I can continue!"

Then continue.

Continue to swallow the bitter medicine and the food of hell until there is no cure.

Full of humiliation and pain.

But can efforts and reluctance achieve results? Can we usher in a glorious future? Or, can the shameful past be modified? Those contemptuous looks and indifference from those closest to you?

In the dry and cold taste, he lowered his head and ate one bite after another of the cold noodles on the plate.

Recalling the scars left by the person closest to you.

"Trash! How could I have such an embarrassing son of yours! How can a simple appetizer be made like this? What on earth are you thinking...get out of my kitchen!"

Then get out and walk as far as you can.

I studied hard and spent countless days and nights of suffering and hard work, but I couldn't get recognition and couldn't see hope. Instead, he was pushed into the abyss of despair again and again.

Father, what should I do to satisfy you?

Defeat you? I've already done it.

I've beaten countless people.

Rely on the only effort you can do.

But why don't you look at me? Can't you just take a look?

During the difficult swallowing, the coldness gradually spread, swallowing up his body, occupying his consciousness, and even freezing his soul.

It seemed like it was taking away all the heat.

This is cold water noodles specially made based on the suffering and pain of the past.

Moving forward without hope, running numbly and feeling hesitant fear. Those things spread with chewing and became entangled in Enrico's heart.

This is not a poison or a curse, it is just the despair that I have experienced personally!

The despair of seventeen-year-old Huai Shi.

There is no end in sight, no margin, no way out, and no salvation from the sky... Enrico has been lost in this coldness filled with sourness and pain, and is unable to extricate himself.

He couldn't help but tremble while gasping for breath.

The breath he exhaled turned into white mist that lost its temperature.

Those mocking voices, disgusted eyes, and hostile looks surrounded him like straw piled on a camel's back.

The more I recall, the more I can feel the pain and despair that go deep into my bones.

Now when I look back on my long career of forty years, what remains are not the beautiful moments, but countless scars and ugly struggles with no end in sight.

In order to survive, to grow, and to become stronger, he is constantly giving up.

Abandoned everything.

But even if he becomes a cooking demon, even if he wins, his already cold heart cannot get any satisfaction. No matter how exquisite the miracles and disasters are, you can't get even a trace of warmth from them.

Can't get any happiness.

At that moment, he woke up from his sadness, lowered his head, stared at his reflection in the water, his purple face, and suddenly murmured:

"Look, happiness belongs to others, and I have nothing..."

"Yes." Huai Shi nodded.

"...Why is this happening?" Enrico raised his head blankly and looked at the opponent in front of him: "Why do I have to be in such pain?"

"I do not know either."

Huai Shi looked at him with pity, as if looking at the young man he once was. She thought about it and said seriously: "Maybe it's fate."

Click.

A broken sound sounded.

From Enrico's hands.

The chopsticks were broken and broken into several sections. Such a huge force made people feel as if he was going to break his own fingers.

Unspeakable anger burst out from the biting cold.

Because I saw Huai Shi's eyes, because I sensed the pity in those stands.

That's why I felt more and more painful.

Such, furious.

"Why are you looking at me with such pitiful eyes!"

His face turned red, and he violently overturned the dining table in front of him, yelling at Huai Shi and the people on the stage: "I just want to be like you! Is there anything wrong with this?!"

"No one said you were wrong, Enrico." Huai Shi calmly flicked the ashes of his cigarette and told him: "It's just a little difficult, not something insurmountable. People should always have dreams."

"But I keep thinking about it in my dreams!"

Enrico roared with grief and indignation: "I want to be as genius as you! As powerful as you! Is it useful to even think about it!"

"But I can't do it. No matter how hard I try, I can't do it! I just... I just want to stand on a high place with you. Why are you looking at me like you're looking at trash? Is it because Am I not sincere enough? Or, I have to become a joke!"

"Do you really want to see me make a fool of myself! Okay, do you want me to kneel down!"

With unspeakable hatred, resentment, and despair, the man roared uncontrollably, with saliva almost spurting out of his mouth. He shouted with all his strength, but he could no longer hold back his tears.

"I can do it, no matter how humble the request is, I will do it."

"Please look at me, please!"

He forgot where this place was, where he was, and even his enemy in front of him. He lay on the ground in embarrassment and begged in embarrassment.

"Please, teach me. How can I be like you?"

He shed tears, choked, lowered his head, letting his tears and snot fall into the dust, like a wandering wild dog, praying for charity and mercy.

I am eager for the person in front of me to answer my questions.

Please teach me, Miss Huai Zhi.

Please...save me.

Unfortunately, in the long silence, there was only the voice of pity from the woman.

"Sorry, no one can teach you, Mr. Enrico."

With such a cold verdict, Motoko Owaji said softly: "No one else can save you except yourself."

She raised her hand, grabbed the soup, picked up the boiling hollow noodles in the pot, put it in a bowl, drained the water, then skillfully stirred the sauce, and finally took out a piece of cheese from her cooking table. Melt, stir sauce, and pour evenly into bowl.

Taking a deep breath, I felt the rich aroma of milk and the fresh and sour taste of tomatoes.

Appetizing.

"Don't be sad, let's eat a bowl of noodles first."

He set the table again, and then placed a brand new bowl of mac and cheese in front of Enrico: "This is not a chef's cooking, but a skill I learned from my elders. It may not be too delicious, but it's sad. It’s always good to eat something high-calorie when the time comes.”

She picked up the fork, handed it over, and smiled brightly:

"After all, even if you want to lose weight, you have to eat enough first, right?"

"..."

Full? eat? Eat something randomly concocted like this?

In silence, the stunned Enrico picked up the fork, lowered his head, glanced at the macaroni in front of him, and felt the heat and sweetness that he had never felt before.

Boring, is there any value to this kind of meaningless cuisine?

Even though he was thinking this, his body couldn't help but cross his body.

Put it in your mouth.

The sticky cheese flows on the tip of the tongue, bringing a strong milky aroma. The sweet and sour taste of tomato sauce spreads out, and together with the noodles, it turns into a mild heat that spreads in the heart.

I couldn't help but take a deep breath, forgetting my own embarrassment and desolation,

He picked up a piece again, chewed it, forgetting the pain and sourness, and was immersed in this beautiful aroma. The cold was dispelled, and even the pain in my heart seemed to have been redeemed and calmed down.

In this way, the speed became faster and faster, and in the end, he lowered his head and picked up the big bowl in his hand.

I can't wait to bury it directly in the bowl.

Indiscriminate gluttony.

With this rare warmth, he swallowed all the pain and coldness into his belly, completely and unable to stop.

Until the end, the pot of macaroni was completely eaten by the two of them.

Enrico picked up the spoon out of habit, but when he saw the empty bottom of the pot, he froze in place. After a long time, his shoulders shook, as if he was laughing.

Laughing at myself.

He put down the clean and new tableware in his hands.

He lowered his head and thanked the smiling woman in front of him.

"Do you feel better?" Huai Shi asked.

Enrico nodded silently.

"So, any ideas?"

"...No, I can't think of it, because this is my limit."

In the long silence, he suddenly raised his head and said, "Besides, I no longer intend to continue being a cooking devil."

The ground-breaking speech broke the silence in the arena, leaving everyone in the audience with their mouths wide open in disbelief.

When I said these words, I felt like I was relieved.

Say goodbye to the sea of ​​suffering that has entangled you for a lifetime.

Enrico laughed, calmly and softly, no longer showing any pain or hesitation.

"Have you really decided that way?" Huai Shi asked curiously.

Enrico nodded.

"Isn't that right?"

He nodded in agreement and couldn't help but patted his shoulder: "You can have many choices in life. If it's painful, it doesn't matter if you don't become a cooking devil. However, in the future life, you need to work harder... I suggest you start by finding someone. Girlfriend, let’s get started.”

"Please bypass me for this."

Enrico laughed helplessly, but no matter what, he couldn't help but shed tears. It's not because of pain and despair, but because of this sudden tranquility, I can't help but feel the gratitude that surges in my heart.

"Then, thank you for the treat!"

Empress Motoko stood up slowly, smiled happily at him, waved goodbye, hummed a song, and turned around to leave.

Just like that, in the dead silence, the second battle between the kitchen demons ended.

The final result is beyond doubt!

——Motoko Waizhi wins! .

At this moment, when everyone in the venue stared at that ridiculously beautiful face, they all felt a chill and horror from the bottom of their hearts.

In just twenty minutes, two dishes were served, one of which was not even a chef’s dish...

In this way, it was easy for a seasoned kitchen demon to give up all her pursuits in the first half of her life, and willingly drowned in the ray of warmth she created.

Incomprehensible and unbelievable.

But the facts are right in front of everyone's eyes, along with huge fears and shadows.

The entire arena seemed to be enveloped by that petite and slender figure, making it difficult for them to breathe.

"This is...the real thing, a 'devil'."

In the long silence, only Guo Shouche's unreserved praise and appreciation, accompanied by weird and sharp laughter, echoed in everyone's hearts.

That's right, besides the devil, what else can play with human will to such an extent?

At that moment, no one had any doubts about the intelligence sent by Tomorrow News.

The decapitated witch Motoko Ogami!

That was half an hour ago.

Just when the game just started, Maki heard a voice coming from beside her.

Deja vu.

The tone was calm and polite, without any offense from the uninvited guest. Just ask, "Can I sit here?"

When she turned back in shock, she saw the young man standing in the aisle.

To be precise, a samurai with a sword.

That is the man with the highest reputation among the current candidates for the head of the family, the adopted son of the previous generation’s head, Satomi Jiujing. At the same time, he is also Maki's nominal cousin.

Subconsciously, Maki shrank back a little, and the crow who stayed beside her raised his scarlet eyes and looked at Jiujing, ferocious and hungry.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything rude. No matter what, Maki, you are also my blood relative. Didn't you call me brother when you were young?"

Satomi Jiujing smiled calmly and pointed to the chair next to her: "Can I sit down? I have something to say."

In silence, after a long time, Maki nodded.

So, I sat down quietly for a long time, sitting upright and with a meticulous attitude. There was no coercion or coldness, just like a conversation between brother and sister, he asked calmly:

"Maki, your collaborator...is Kohaku, right?"

"..."

Maki stiffened.

I don’t know how to respond, should it be acknowledgment or refutation, or should it be silence.

"This is not a very secretive matter. After all, your agent, Ms. Motoko, and Kohaku have shown an intimate relationship in public. If you want to guess, it is actually very simple."

Jiu Jing waved her hand and said bluntly: "To be honest, this duel was initiated by my suggestion."

Maki was stunned, her eyes widened from beginning to end, without any time to relax.

"Although part of my selfishness is that I hope you won't be involved in such a dirty thing, and it would be best if you can withdraw. But more importantly, I just want to create an environment and have a good chat with you."

Satomi Jiujing thought for a while, and after a moment of silence, he told her: "Although it is very abrupt to say this, I think it is best to reveal my intention from the beginning to be honest.

So I'm not going to gloss over anything. "

He said, "Maki, please break the covenant with Kohaku."

Because I had to catch a flight this afternoon, I simply worked overtime to write the update. Including this chapter, the number of words in this month’s update turned out to be 140,000, and I successfully caught up with the schedule!

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