Chapter 229 Shrek’s Crisis Is Imminent

"Martial Soul Hall, right? Chef, I have remembered what you said, but don't mention this word in front of me next time." A cold light flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and his voice was cold, like a handful Sharp blade.

Shao Xin was shocked when he saw Zhao Wuji's serious expression and quickly closed his mouth. He just felt that it was a pity that the Wuhun Palace released so much knowledge, some of which actually loosened his bottleneck.

He originally wanted to share his gains with Zhao Wuji, but unexpectedly, he touched his reverse scale.

If you miss these because of grievances, it is really not worth the gain.

What happened next will not be mentioned later. With the cooperation of Zao Wuji and the cook, the snow-white flour was quickly made.

"Okay, the preparations are done. Teacher Zhao, what do you like to eat? As a cook, I have no other way to thank you for helping you so much, so I will make you a dish that you like. Let’s eat some food.”

Shao Xin moved his arms that were sore and swollen from grinding wheat, and said to Zhao Wuji who was sweating slightly from using his soul skills.

He had a bright smile on his face, trying to lighten the mood. He knew that Zhao Wuji was a good man, but he was just a little sensitive.

"What is your favorite food? Your question really stumped me." Zhao Wuji was stunned by this sudden question. He frowned and began to recall his past days.

The powerful Vajra Bear martial spirit can be said to be one of the more powerful animal martial spirits. The attack is high, the blood is thick, and the gravity control is surprisingly successful. If this kind of martial spirit jumped out from the cracks in the stone. No one will believe it.

Zhao Wuji was born in the north of the Tiandou Empire. As a member of many small sects, his reputation is not prominent in this continent where strength is respected.

His parents have placed high hopes on him since he was a child, hoping that he could inherit the family legacy and become a strong man. He lived up to expectations, awakening his martial soul at the age of ten, breaking through to the soul master level at the age of fifteen, and becoming the soul king at the age of twenty.

But in the eyes of the "geniuses" trained by the top sects, this is nothing more than that.

But when he had conflicts with the clan leader Tai Tan, the clan leader of the force clan, and Wuhundian, he was still able to escape unscathed. His title of Fudo Myoō is truly deserved.

In that battle, he escaped from the siege of sixteen bishops who were at least sixty-level soul emperors and above, causing the name of Fudo Myoto to spread throughout the continent along with the wanted order.

However, because of the things he did when he was young, he could not return to his hometown in the north as he did in the past.

Zhao Wuji's life became precarious after that battle. He did not dare to stay in one place for too long, lest he be discovered by the people of Wuhun Palace.

He can only walk with caravans or adventurers. Occasionally he will meet some like-minded friends, but they will soon be separated.

Finally, by chance, Zao Wou-Ki met Flanders and finally settled down.

From his memories, Zao Wuji found out what he missed most. The slightly sour, slightly sweet taste with a hint of coolness lingered on his tongue as he recalled it.

He seemed to be back on that summer afternoon, sitting at the door of his house with his parents, enjoying the cold noodles made by his mother.

That was his happiest time and his most cherished memory.

"Cook, have you ever heard of cold noodles?" Zhao Wuji hesitated and said this word that had long been forgotten in the depths of his memory. He didn't know if the cook could make it taste the way he wanted.

"Cold noodles? What a coincidence, I actually know it. I learned this skill when I exchanged cooking skills with the cooks who came from the north to do business in Soto City."

Shao Xin showed a proud expression. He was very confident in his cooking skills and felt that there was no dish he couldn't make.

"Besides, you are really lucky today. All the necessary ingredients and auxiliary materials are available in the kitchen today. Sit on the bench and wait for a while. I will cook it for you right away."

Shao Xin said and began busy preparations. He placed Zao Wuji in a corner and asked him to watch his techniques.

The cook grabbed two yellow and wrinkled potatoes. Under his Soul Saint-level soul power, the potatoes were ground into powder, and the gouache was evaporated. A quick batch of potato powder was forcibly produced by the cook with his soul power. .

Then the cook mixed the flour and potato flour together, poured a ladle of boiling water from the pot, and under the scalding hot water, he waved his hands and kept kneading and squeezing the noodles.

He used his soul power to control the temperature and strength, making the noodles soft and elastic.

Then put the cooked dough on the chopping board, squeeze it into dough balls, and then use its soul power and skills to press the dough balls one by one into shaped dough cakes.

Then the knife light danced, and these yellowed cooked noodles were made into a cold noodles.

The water in the pot was boiling, and the noodles were dancing leisurely in it. The cook took out a large bowl on the side and filled it with the soup stock that had been cooked with soul beast meat.

A small spoonful of vinegar, a small spoonful of sesame oil, a little sesame, and juice from wild pears brought by the students from the forest.

A large piece of ice was taken out from the cellar by the cook, broken into pieces and put into the soup.

He used chopsticks to take the noodles out of the boiling water and ran them through the ice water to make them smoother, cooler and soaked in the soup.

Add some shredded cucumber and halved eggs. A cold noodle with Soto style was completed under the skillful hands of chef Shao Xin.

He brought the bowl to Zhao Wuji and said with a smile: "Teacher Zhao, your cold noodles are here. Try it and see if it's what you want."

Zhao Wuji looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him in disbelief. The smell, shape, color, and heavy weight all corresponded to everything in his memory.

He carefully picked up the spoon and sipped the soup. The cold taste and sweet and sour taste. Everything seemed to have returned to that midsummer noon many years ago.

The memories of the past came like a tide. Zhao Wuji, unable to hold back the heat in his eyes, shed a few tears.

He slurped the noodles in the bowl. This noodle was far inferior to the delicacies he enjoyed after he became famous, but this taste could never be replaced by the dragon liver and phoenix gall.

Shao Xin looked at the emotional Zhao Wuji and silently ordered another serving of noodles. As a chef, he was very proud of being able to bring good memories to others with delicious food.

But seeing Zhao Wuji, who was originally serious and strong, also showed such a misbehaving expression, the cook was filled with emotion.

Zhao Wuji finished the whole bowl of noodles in a few mouthfuls, and Shao Xin promptly added new noodles to the bowl.

But at this time, Zhao Wuji put down his chopsticks, collected his emotions, and those tears disappeared from his face at some point.

"Shao Xin, Master Shao, I really never thought that one day I could taste this taste again. The taste in my memory is almost exactly the same. Like, too much like."

Zhao Wuji seemed to be still immersed in memories. After a moment, he picked up the chopsticks again and carefully tasted this bowl of noodles again, which was hard to come by.

"That caravan came from Xueling City in the north. Is your hometown there?" The cook asked curiously.

"Yes, in the winter there, there is nothing but blue sky and white snow. You can't see anything. If you look at it for a long time, your eyes will be blinded."

Zhao Wuji's face showed a look of reminiscence. His eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, back to that distant place.

"I have hoped to leave that place one day since I was a child, but I never thought that so many years have passed. What I can't forget most in my dreams at night is still the simple wooden house of my home. And the food at home." Zhao Wuji said, with a bitter smile on his lips.

This meal seemed to touch the softest part of Zhao Wuji's heart, a strong man, and he made a decision silently.

After he decided on this matter, he returned to his hometown to see the people and things he was familiar with, and to find the things he had lost.

On the other side, Flanders, who had been freed from the paperwork, stood up and stretched, and his joints made a series of crisp sounds.

He stood up and walked around the food, ready to go to the cafeteria to enjoy dinner with his lovely students and dear employees.

He passed by the pile of food, and his eyes were attracted by a strange reflection.

He walked forward and reached out to take out a leather file tube from the pile of food. The workmanship of this document tube is very delicate, and it exudes a heavy military atmosphere.

Flanders used the technique he learned from the black market to skillfully unscrew the document tube with a self-destruct function. A tube of vinegar sealed by a thin glass was carefully taken out of the document tube and thrown aside.

If this device is not removed in time, the document tube will automatically destroy within ten seconds after opening.

He looked at the dense text and address on the document under the light. A current rushed up from the coccyx and rushed straight to the forehead. The hair on his body stood up instantly.

"It's bad, Lao Zhao is in trouble!"