The three judges (shēn) faced the sea of fire, but the surrounding temperature only rose a little. The high (rè) brought by the nine dragon-shaped true fires was restrained by Ye Shuangliu's terrifying control. After being burned out of the hexagram A complete circulation is formed in the belly of the dragon turtle in Yao, with very little spillover energy.
The sea of fire rising under the Dragon Turtle's belly armor was just a vessel she used to hold this "good luck in the world". It looked like a blazing flame, but in fact its temperature was about the same as the sparks of a fairy wand.
The dragon turtle carapace was originally as big as a mountain. It took Hiten Gozenryu an unknown amount of time to refine it into several feet in length in the Earth Fire Cave.
After being cooked and tempered by Ye Shuangliu at the competition site, the existing dragon turtle's belly armor was less than one foot long, with light flowing from the six cracks, and it was unknown what kind of mystery was hidden there.
Ding Qiuqiu took the white porcelain spoon handed by the staff at the back, put his arm through the flames into the cracked hexagram lines on the dragon turtle's belly plate, and scooped up a spoonful of semi-liquid that looked like ice-type imperial green jade.
The dragon turtle's plastron is just a vessel. The real thing to eat in this dish is the yarrow turtle gum made from the essence of the dragon turtle's shell and the spirit grass.
Towering mountains, only a trickle of water remains.
What a luxury.
Ding Qiuqiu and the other two judges adjusted their spirits to the best state and put the yarrow and turtle glue in the spoon into their mouths.
The formations on the ground of the venue were activated at the same time, and a starlight lit up under each seat in the grandstand area, authentically sharing the tasting experience from the three judges to all the audience, inviting you to enjoy it together.
That mouthful of yarrow and turtle glue fell on the tongue, and the extremely overbearing taste was like a meteor hitting the sea, causing thousands of waves.
That rè is not the real temperature, but the will of fire burned into the ingredients after repeated roasting by Ye Shuangliu's nine real fires.
The falling sky fire dyed the entire sea of consciousness into a boiling golden flame. The flames swept through, and everyone seemed to fall from the void of the sky, passing through the heavy clouds, from above the nine heavens, and landed between heaven and earth.
The wind is blowing, the clouds are blowing, and the sea is changing.
I saw that the mountains and rivers were magnificent, the country was changing with each passing day, the dynasties were changing, and there were outstanding people from generation to generation.
In five hundred years a king will surely rise, and during this period there will be prosperity.
Under the blue sky and above the loess, the scenes of hundreds of dynasties in their heyday are changing.
There is a gorgeous palace covering more than three hundred miles, with pavilions and pavilions costing tens of millions; there is a vast expanse of fertile land that is like a golden field during the autumn harvest; there is a majestic palace spread across the seven seas, spreading the power of the celestial dynasty throughout the world. A huge fleet...
In the prosperous times, the people of Li were all rejoicing and enjoying the blessings of the country.
The fires of thousands of dynasties are cooking oil, and the flowers are blooming in brocade. They are as gorgeous as fireworks, but they are endless. No matter how dark and decadent the world is, it can always usher in a new era of peace and prosperity. This is the world's good fortune.
Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, the five human tastes, are nowhere to be seen in this great auspiciousness of the world.
Feiten Gozenryu has spent countless hard work cultivating such shocking ingredients as the dragon turtle, how can it be used to carry the five flavors of the world.
The extraordinary chef from the other side explores a world of food far broader than the five flavors in the world.
This mouthful of yarrow and turtle gum carries the flavor of the prosperous times.
This is the secret of Feiten Gozenryu, a supreme dish that has created a rejuvenating sage for the Ten Thousand Years Dynasty.
Ding Qiuqiu put down the spoon, and the golden light and shadow in her eyes stayed for a long time before disappearing. Master Shilian and Ning Feng also saw that the chief judge had finished tasting, and followed her out of the food mirage of good fortune.
Most of the more than 100,000 spectators in the venue were still in a trance. It was not until the formation under their seats blew out a cool breeze that refreshed and refreshed their minds that they woke up from the illusion of a prosperous age.
For a time, there were endless voices of sincere admiration. Some indifferent spectators used extraordinary power to paint in the air, and the stream of light danced, and the whole place was filled with Ye Shuangliu's lanterns.
"I surrender."
In the competition area, Wu Tao, who was standing next to the Wanzaikong bluestone, put away her long blade and inserted it behind her back. Qingming sheathed the sword with a hint of reluctance. The bluestone on which she had carved fine growth rings with her supreme knife skills responded. It broke into pieces and collapsed into a pile of waste on the kitchen counter.
"The stubborn rocks in the mountains certainly have the flavor of time, but how can they be compared to the rise and fall of the human world over thousands of years."
Wu Tao bowed (shēn) to the three judges on the stage. After standing up (shēn), she calmly put away all the kitchen utensils and walked towards the exit of the venue.
"If you beat Ye Shuangliu, you've defeated me. I'll wait for your news."
She passed by Sun Xunqiao's cooking counter and left these words softly.
Sun Xunqiao, who had read hundreds of pages of chat records, felt a headache, but now was not the time to explain, so he had to remain silent.
Behind another cooking table, Ning Yunzai's slender eyebrows frowned and opened several times. Finally, she reached out and scattered the three ink tornadoes standing in front of her, turning the whirlwind of hell spices she carefully crafted into nothingness.
"I also admit defeat."
The female chef from Huangquan and the clan uncle Ning Feng on the rostrum also looked at each other, said something silently, and then disappeared into a few wisps of black mist.
Seeing this, the chief judge Ding Qiuqiu said to the two deputy judges:
"Since there are only two contestants left, let's not be busy with judging and scoring. After tasting Sun Xunqiao's food, the three of us will vote."
Master Shilian and Ning Feng also nodded in agreement. The players they directly supported are no longer around, so naturally they have nothing to do.
Before Ning Yunzai left, his faint voice was still lingering in Sun Xunqiao's ears.
"If you win Ye Shuangliu, I will promise you."
Thinking of what he had said to this underworld girl in Tongxu's chat history, Sun Xunqiao felt a little cold behind his back.
Liang De saw that Sun Xunqiao's expression was very strange and twisted, and he thought that the second senior brother was probably scared out of his courage by Ye Shuangliu's world-famous news, and he would give in early like Wu Tao and Ning Yunzai.
Then it’s not like I’ve died so many times in vain these days…
He was about to pat Sun Xunqiao on the shoulder and say a few words to boost morale, saying that victory or defeat is a common thing for military officers, and they must not surrender without a fight, but he heard a disdainful snort from Sun Xunqiao.
This cold snort was mixed with pure lion roaring skills, and the snort made the steel structure beams above the venue buzz.
Not only Liang De, but also the three judges on the stage, Ye Shuangliu in the audience, and the entire audience looked over.
“If you like watching movies, go to the cinema to work, this is a place for cooking.
Why do you want to be a chef when you make such good films? Why don't you become a documentary director and participate in film festivals? "
Sun Xunqiao's desk was still empty. He didn't know where he got the confidence to talk nonsense to Ye Shuangliu, who had eliminated two contestants with one dish (bī) without even having any works.
The audience was talking a lot. Ye Shuangliu’s old and new fans were filled with indignation, and boos broke out in the stands.
Only Liang De had a knowing smile on his face. If Sun Xunqiao was a foul-mouthed Tathagata, he was the foul-mouthed Kassapa who held flowers and smiled.
There are slogans but no works, there are no tricks to win. This is the secret of our foul-mouthed artists being invincible in the line.
I haven't even cooked, how can you criticize me?
Back, second senior brother is back!
But this is a competition, not a laning match. How can we win if we don’t have any works?
Monk Shilian on the stage looked at the time and said quickly:
"Master Nephew Sun, there are only two minutes left. If your food is not served, it will be too late."
When Sun Xunqiao heard this, without saying a word, he flew to the rostrum, his sleeves bulged, and struck out with a palm!
