Chapter 693 Tears

The arena at this moment was completely silent.

Everyone held their breath and looked directly at the two people confronting each other on the stage. When all is lost, who will have the last laugh?

"Can you still move, Miss Huai Zhi?"

Guo Shouque was the first to ask, looking at Huai Shi's pale face, "Can you still stand up? Do you still have the confidence to win now?"

"Of course--"

Huai Shi replied with the words she once said: "Is there anyone else who would be fooled by your appearance of being strong on the outside and doing the opposite on the inside?"

"Even if they are strong on the outside and fuck on the inside, it's just for each other, right?"

Guo Shouque shook his head clearly, "The showdown between kitchen demons is very cruel, Miss Huai Zhi. Even if you know my weaknesses and successfully forced me to the weakest point, do you still have the strength to make food?" Do you still have enough power to defeat me?"

Just as he said.

Today's Huaishi has reached its limit.

After producing two super-level works in a row, and being suppressed and eroded by two Tailao in a row, the divinity of his own Shao Siming has expanded to the edge of danger.

If we don't find an opportunity to rest and wait for this baseless miracle to gradually dissipate, Huai Shi's self may be dissolved by the divinity represented by the paper and completely disappear from this world.

This is where the cruelty of the Kitchen Demon showdown lies.

When you see the hope that represents the end, you may have exhausted your energy in the long run and cannot cross the final cruel distance.

Fell silently into the darkness.

But the premise of this assumption is that Huai Shi really exhausted his strength, could not get up again, and fell in front of the end.

Isn't it that he has waited for so long and spent so much effort and effort just for this moment that is closest to victory?

How could it end here?

At that moment, Miss Huai Zhi raised her eyes, and her smile became playful and happy.

"It doesn't matter."

She said, "I don't need to do anything anymore."

Because the final work was already on the stove when the competition just started!

At this moment, behind Huai Shi, on the cooking table, there was a low boiling sound coming from the pot that had been simmered on the fire with water since the beginning of the game.

The hot water mist slowly rose from under the pot lid and filled the air, but there was no expected aroma.

It's bland and moist, filling the tip of the nose.

It's refreshing and curious.

The final piece is finished.

This is Huaishi's scheming preparation from the beginning, hidden in the blind spot of Guo Shouche's perspective, and finally the decisive blow offered to the enemy.

All it takes is the straw to break the camel’s back.

Everything before is just for this moment.

This time, when Huai Shi propped up his body and lifted the lid of the pot, no dazzling light spewed out from it. Only the moist heat stirs, bringing bursts of implicit warmth.

There is no flavor at all, and there is nothing magical about it.

It's just...a simple pot of boiling water!

Everyone subconsciously stood up and looked carefully, but no matter how they looked, they could only come to the only conclusion - there were no ingredients, no processing, and no changes.

This is a pot of boiled water!

Now, the water in the pot has almost boiled, and only a large bowl is left.

When it was poured into the bowl in front of Guo Shouche, the cracked face revealed an indescribable confusion and sluggishness. Immediately, he felt an unprecedented absurdity.

"What's this?"

Guo Shouque's shoulders shook and he laughed, showing his missing teeth: "Could it be that this pot of boiled water is what you call the ultimate killer? No, you can also say... is it the old man's favorite boiled cabbage?"

"Sorry, there is no such thing as cabbage in the ingredients."

Huai Shi reached out and picked out the soup dumpling that was still exuding scalding heat from the bottom of the pot. He weighed it in his hand and threw it on the table, and there was a clear and heavy sound.

Like heavy objects colliding.

The opening of the soup bag filter bag came off the line, and the hidden material inside rolled out, with either beautiful or simple textures, rolling on the smooth tabletop, revealing its face.

Stone.

"Did you see it?" Huai Shi smiled, "At best, it's just a few stones. Don't be offended."

This is Motoko Oyoshi's winning dish.

Stones and boiling water, a pot of soup made from stones.

In the long silence, Guo Shouche didn't speak, or even showed any displeasure or anger. He just reached out and picked up the boiling water boiled with stones in the bowl.

Smelling the heat carefully, the uneasy omen in my heart became stronger and stronger.

"I'm afraid...it's more than just a stone, right?"

He stared at the hot water in the bowl, his dark eyes shrank slightly, and his expression became meaningful.

"Drinking more boiled water is good for your health, isn't it?"

Huai Shi sat opposite him, stared into his eyes, and solemnly told him: "Guo Shouche, this is the last work I created for you.

Now, it’s your turn—”

Guo Shouque lowered his eyes and did not hesitate any longer.

He picked up the bowl and swallowed the hot water in large gulps, not afraid of the scalding temperature.

But what is surprising is that the hot water that has just boiled does not seem hot or cold at all after entering the mouth. Instead, it has a comfortable warmth, and the heat spreads from the mouth to the nasal cavity. , breathing became smoother in an instant.

Feel refreshed.

But the taste was exactly as expected.

Bland and tasteless!

This is clearly just a bowl of boiling water, so how could it have any other taste?

However, after taking the second bite, a strange taste emerged from the bland taste, a little bit, but the taste was too thin and difficult to distinguish.

It just feels so familiar...

Is it the smell of stone? Is it the smell of boiling water? Or something else?

He paused for a moment and tried to distinguish it carefully, but he could not find the origin of the taste from the subtle bitterness brought by the stone and the blandness of the boiling water.

It's as if the smell comes from yourself!

"It is said that a long time ago."

Opposite the cooking table, Huai Shi picked up the stew stone on the table, examined the fine texture on it, and whispered: "There was an old monk who came to a small town with three young monks."

"The old monk's name is Kong, and the young monk's name is Fu Lu Shou."

"They traveled all the way over the mountains and ridges, and when they arrived here, they were hungry, thirsty and hungry. But everyone in the town had their doors closed, it was desolate and cold, and no one was willing to give alms."

"Then, the old monk said to the young monk - go tell these kind people that we are outsiders who have just arrived and have nothing. We can only cook a pot of stone soup as a gift to everyone."

"Everyone was curious about how to make soup with stones, so everyone from the third and third floors of the house surrounded the place. They saw the old monk lighting firewood, putting the stones into the water urn, and boiling the water."

Huai Shi's gaze rose from the stone and landed on Guo Shouche's face: "At this time, the old monk said, it's a pity that there is no salt, otherwise the stone soup would be more delicious. At this time, some good people volunteered to bring out the My own salt——"

No one spoke anymore.

There is no need to describe the plot behind this story.

If there is no salt, add salt; if pepper is missing, add pepper. If it feels better to have meat, why not put it in?

All the people in the town contributed a small part to this pot of stone soup.

In the end, everyone tasted the wonderful taste that they had never drunk before.

"Stones have no value, Guo Shouche."

Huai Shi declared in a low voice, "You need to put the ingredients for this soup yourself."

Now, please put something enough to defeat you into this empty stone soup!

Using the purest stones and white water as raw materials, after a long night of thinking, trying and practicing countless times in the Book of Destiny, I finally completed this pot of pure stone soup.

This is Huai Shi’s winning work!

It doesn't matter even if it's boring, everything must be experienced from scratch.

After a long period of boiling, Huaishi has pushed the stone to the top of the mountain.

As long as something is accidentally injected into it and the fragile balance is broken, the stone will roll down from the top of the mountain, with an unstoppable roar and roar, and everything will be destroyed.

In the moment of curiosity, the next development is already determined.

No matter what you put into it, it will reach the ‘destination’ carefully designed by Huai Shi.

In the end, what Guo Shouque got from it was the most distant, rarest, and cruelest miracle in the world.

That is what Huai Shi has devoted himself to countless painful pursuits over the past eighteen years. He has been searching for it since his birth, but still cannot grasp and possess it.

——An illusion called happiness.

At this moment, the tasteless stone soup in his mouth was colored by memories.

On the edge of the cliff of hell, feeling unprecedentedly weak, Guo Shouche had lost the resistance to resist this guidance.

The stone soup in his mouth was changing rapidly, becoming cold, and finally turned into an unexpected poisonous juice, sliding into his throat.

This familiar sense of tingling and surprise pulled him, flying backwards along with time, and falling into the deepest part of his memories.

Back when he thought he was closest to perfection and most powerful.

Back to the day when he was completely defeated by his own students!

My most proud work is that I will use all my strength to defeat him mercilessly, from cold dishes to platters, from soup pots to roasts, from inside the game to outside the plate...

The moment his most trusted student blew the trumpet of rebellion, he ushered in defeat when he was at his strongest!

Since when did that child grow up to be an adult?

He wondered from the bottom of his heart: since when did that child's game skills surpass his own? Is it because of aging? Or is it because of my own laziness?

None of them are right.

It's just because that child is stronger than I imagined... stronger than myself!

That's all.

At this moment, Guo Shouque's fate as the Yi Ya Kitchen Demon came to an end.

Now, the cooking demon who had unknowingly transformed from a boy into a man was walking step by step towards the angry Guo Shouche. Kneel on the ground, bow your head, and bow to him.

A heartfelt tribute of gratitude.

"Thank you for taking care of me for so many years, teacher, thank you for your teachings, and thank you for your trust in me." He said goodbye softly: "But I no longer want to follow your arrangements and become a cooking devil."

When he raised his head, an unprecedented look appeared in his eyes, and he solemnly and solemnly told the old man in front of him: "Besides cooking, there are more important things to do in this world."

Just looking at such an innocent look, Guo Shouche couldn't help but feel sad for him from the bottom of his heart.

For his naivety and for his own weakness.

Doesn't he know that as long as he is alive, he will never be able to avoid the fate of Yi Ya Kitchen Demon?

"Stupid, so stupid, I will... take revenge on you, at any cost, idiot!"

He widened his eyes and shouted angrily with all his strength: "Do you want people to know that... you, you are a student taught by evil heretics like Guo Shouche!"

"Why!"

He asked angrily, "Why don't you kill me?"

In the long silence, there was only the sound of rain outside.

The man just knelt on the ground and looked at him quietly, his smile gradually becoming gentle.

"Is there any need to ask, Master?"

He bent down and hugged the old man in front of him without any precautions. Even if what he was hiding was the final blow to the death, he must still tell him the answer:

"Because compared to cooking skills, compared to everything in this world, I respect you more."

What kind of nonsense is that?

It just makes people laugh!

Are you really the student I taught?

Are you really the Yi Ya Kitchen Demon? !

At that moment, countless dark and vicious words emerged from his mind accompanied by anger. There were no words to criticize his funnyness and ridiculousness, nor could he correct the student's innocence and stupidity.

But now, at this moment, even just thinking about it, Guo Shouche couldn't help but want to...smile.

happiness.

If there was a moment when I had achieved happiness, it must have been at that moment, right?

When he was hugged by that child, he actually felt that even failure was no longer important. When you are sure that his respect and love comes from your heart, what you experience is supreme joy and happiness.

Why did even myself become so stupid?

Guo Shouque didn't know, but just remembering it made him feel fulfilled and realized what the so-called happiness was and that he couldn't give it up.

He was immersed in this fleeting and indescribable sweetness and didn't want to wake up again.

Wandering again and again.

Even if it dissipates so quickly and becomes so indifferent when it leaves.

Until the last ray of warmth fell into his throat.

This brief dream completely dissipated.

Guo Shouque lowered his head dully, staring at the bottom of the empty bowl, as if he was petrified.

In the dead silence, only turbid water drops fell into it.

There was a faint echo.

In the stands, everyone froze on the spot, eyes wide open, unable to believe what they saw, nor could they believe it...

Until the rickety old man finally raised his face, revealing the embarrassing wet marks on his cheeks.

tears.

Two updates completed, mainly because it took a long time to brew this emotion, um, please vote for me! ! !

The stone soup in the article comes from a French fairy tale, but the interesting thing is that it is obviously France, but the setting is ancient China... It can only be said that when everyone becomes romantic, they will place their love and hope in the distance.