Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 268 Lihuaxiyue (4000)

Spring breeze, summer flowers, autumn moon, winter snow.

The scenery changes, the four seasons flow, and the time in the illusion of "Heart Consonance" soon comes to the end of the second summer.

Sun Xunqiao and Ding Qiuqiu were walking on the sidewalk of Linyuan Road, the wind was already a little cool, and the cicadas singing on the trees were as light as hallucinations.

The walls of the Sanxin Printing Factory next to the two are mottled and mottled, and the true color of the cement is exposed behind the peeling white ash. The clouds and leaves in the sky block most of the sunlight, and the streets sunken in the shadows of clouds and trees are getting older and more beautiful. It was quiet.

Sun Xunqiao held a large handful of potato chips from the printing factory, and whenever Ding Qiuqiu finished eating a bunch, he handed over another bunch.

The fried golden potato slices are evenly sprinkled with dried chili noodles. When the teeth are bitten, ice-like cracks appear. It is crispy and crispy in the mouth. The edges of each piece are rounded and obtuse, not too hard. scratches the mouth like a machine-made potato chip.

A thin layer of mashed potatoes remains inside the crispy crust, lending a richer flavor to this skewered potato chip.

Ordinary chefs don't have to care about the shape of the food after it is delivered to the mouth, because the diners can't see it and don't care.

But extraordinary gourmets like Ding Qiuqiu who have mixed senses and can see each other, when eating, every change after eating is under her observation, so the chef must keep the work in good shape at every stage.

The peony fish made by Wu Tao was like a snowfall after eating. Ding Qiuqiu was full of praise in the last competition.

Sun Xunqiao did not have the aesthetics and knife skills, so he could only use his expertise as a food safety supervisor in Northern Shaolin, and put a lot of thoughtful and meticulous effort into fried potato chips.

While handing Ding Qiuqiu potato chips, he introduced her to the dishes to eat later.

"...My hometown is a place where five rivers converge, and the water system is abundant, and the river fish is famous for its deliciousness.

You ate Anxi fish head yesterday, and I will take you to eat hot pot rouge fish and red soup yellow spicy diced fish at noon, and then a big thousand clear wave fish... It is black scale, also called green plate, and it can be replaced with green pepper and black bean sauce. Okay, anyway, no matter how much you eat in the illusion, you won't get tired of eating, so I just started eating the brown sugar glutinous rice cakes I made.

In the evening, I went to the opposite door of No. [-] Middle School to eat pork rib noodles, and went to the kennel for supper to make skewers.

That's it for today. "

Ding Qiuqiu listened carefully to every word Sun Xunqiao said.

She didn't have a good impression of this despicable man who tried to cheat before the game, but in this "heart-to-heart" illusion, Sun Xunqiao is not a person, but a dish.

Every word he said, every dish he took himself to eat, was part of the dish of "heart-to-heart".

Since he was entrusted by someone to be the main judge of the Star Chef Competition on the Other Shore, no matter how much he hates a contestant, he shouldn't bring his personal emotions to work.

Meticulous tasting and impartial evaluation, this is what Ding Qiuqiu should do.

After Ding Qiuqiu finished eating the last bunch of fried potato chips, he threw the bamboo stick back to the yellow-faced man beside him, stopped and said:

"There are only two or three days in this illusion.

One year and six months, counting the fried potato chips just now, I ate a total of 960 four dishes you made, none of which can beat Ye Shuangliu's prosperous taste.

Sun Xunqiao, the cuisine you came from is really broad and profound, which opened my eyes.

But the Immortal Chef of the Other Shore is not a title that can be won by accumulating numbers.

If that's all there is to your heart, then there's no need to continue.

It's getting dark outside, you should admit defeat early and end it early. "

Sun Xunqiao had already taken a few steps forward. He looked at a small shop with no signboard on the side of the street. The owner was tiptoeing to pick up the "chicken shredded cold noodles" menu on the wall. The mung bean popsicles were given to a child who was doing homework in the store, and he bent over and unplugged the freezer at the door.

"The taste of the prosperous age..."

Sun Xunqiao turned around and said to Ding Qiuqiu who was a few meters away:

"Dynasty Prosperity, have you seen it?"

Before Ding Qiuqiu could answer, he closed his eyes and listened to the cicadas that hadn't disappeared and said:

"Don't worry, summer is not over yet."

……

In Yuzhuang by the river, Sun Xunqiao and Ding Qiuqiu sat by the window. Outside the window was the Heishi River, and the Qingjiang River reflected the sky. From time to time, a few egrets and herons could be seen passing by the river.

Seven or eight meters away, Liang De and a group of people from Sheng Wuxu Private High School sat at a large round table. On the table were bowls and plates stacked on top of each other, and all kinds of river fresh water were brought up.

A group of people represented by Bai Hekong, the leader of the group that saved the Sun Dogs, ate so much that they forgot about the rescue plan.

Liang De also reminded Comrade Bai Hekong that she hoped that she would correct her attitude, play a major leadership role, fulfill her duties, and not forget Sun Gou, who was in urgent need of rescue, but she gave her nonchalant answer:

"In the past year and a half, Sungou knows that he is very happy as soon as he eats the dishes, so he doesn't care what he does!"

Liang De snatched a deep-fried fresh meat egg roll from the Muyigui dish, and said:

"Brother Gui, you and I are the only ones who still want to help my brother to avenge his shame."

"Give him the decisive weapon and don't use it. The mud can't support the wall. How else can I help him?"

Mu Yigui scooped up a spoonful of crispy fried peppers from the mullet fish in a soy pot and poured it on the potato flour in the bowl, holding the bamboo chopsticks and stirring vigorously, making the porcelain bowl jingle.

"Leave him alone, eat more. You know Sun Dog's usual virtues. This time he is demented because of love. The next time you want to eat so many dishes from him, you don't know when it will be."

After he said it, he still glanced at Sun Xunqiao occasionally from the corner of his eye.

"How long can this illusion last?"

"It will be gone at 09:30 tomorrow night, and the time outside is five in the afternoon."

Wood Art Regulations Stop Mixing Potato Flour:

"Why is it tomorrow night? Didn't you say the day before yesterday that Sun Gou imitated Wanzai Kongqing's Taste of Time very successfully, and that he could survive until the beginning of autumn in the illusion?"

"My senior brother left [-]% of his strength unmoved, and he didn't say why when I asked him."

"That means there is a secret backer. That's fine, Sun Gou has a plan in his chest, so don't worry about him... My pastry fresh meat roll!"

……

In the private room on the second floor of Yuzhuang by the river, Ye Shuangliu sat alone at a round table.

Sun Xunqiao's pillow swept the audience, and she also stayed in this small city illusion for more than a year.

The table in front of Ye Shuangliu was also full of bowls and plates, water and land, fish and meat, but she only took one or two bites of each dish before throwing it away and asked the waiter to take it away.

The speed at which she ordered, tried and withdrawn the dishes was getting faster and faster, and the disdain on her face became more and more intense.

"With this little skill, it's no wonder that such despicable methods are used to disturb my mood before the game.

I am sure to win this Immortal Cooking Competition from the Other Side. "

……

In the early morning of the next day, on the streets of the small town, two old gourmets who met in the illusion met face to face.

"Lao Li, have you eaten yet?"

"Isn't this on the way, go to Linyuan Road to eat celery noodles, together?"

"You eat this again, and you still haven't gotten tired of eating it every day. It's almost becoming your regular breakfast shop."

"It's delicious, the more you eat, the more comfortable you are. Sun Xunqiao's craftsmanship is really good, but it's a pity..."

"Unfortunately, it's just a little worse than Ye Shuangliu."

"Who says it's not? After eating here for a year and a half, more than [-] people in the city are still thinking about her good fortune."

"You want me to tell you..."

At this time, the sky suddenly brightened a little, and the person opposite Lao Li opened his mouth a few times, but he couldn't make a sound.

Everything is silent, and the barbarian law is forbidden.

After banning everyone in the fantasy world of "Talk of Heart", the soft voice of the president of the Organizing Committee of the Immortal Cooking Star Competition on the Other Shore rang in the ears of all the audience:

"Dear audience, due to the special circumstances of this competition, the organizing committee decided to temporarily add a special rule after careful study.

After the judges' voting session is over, we will organize audience popularity voting at the competition site.

The contestant who wins the popularity vote will get 1.5 votes, and the popularity vote has the same effect as the 3 votes of the judges.

The announcement is over, I wish all viewers and friends a happy meal. "

The unusually bright sky became normal, and Lao Li and his friends regained the ability to speak.

Needless to say, this must be the work of the Shaolin Consortium.

Sun Xunqiao's skills are not as good as others, so he made a popular vote to help him win the championship.

"Old Li, who are you voting for?"

"Sun Xunqiao's food is really good."

"so?"

"I vote for Ye Shuangliu."

"Hahahahaha, me too.

Regardless of how deep your background is or how powerful your martial art is, a chef must speak with taste after all! "

……

Bai Hekong tapped the popularity bar graph on the blackboard with his pointer.

"After preliminary statistics, Sun Dog's support rate is only 16%. This is because [-]% to [-]% of the audience has a Shaolin background. There are tens of thousands of lay disciples. Some people voted for friendship, otherwise it will only be lower."

"You're right, aren't you?"

Liang De was puzzled and said, "20 to [-]% of the audience has a Shaolin background, and my brother's support rate is less than [-]%?"

"It shows that Shaolin on the other side is really a well-known and upright sect, they have learned Buddhism well, their disciples are highly enlightened, and they help managers rather than relatives at critical moments.

Do you think that everyone is like your ancient martial art from the Eastern Kingdom? "

"What's wrong with our Eastern Kingdom's ancient boxing method? My master and the abbot Mengyi of the Bianbei Shaolin had a discussion of the same age. I am upright and upright. I have always convinced people with virtue..."

Mu Yigui interrupted Liang De's groundless boasting, saying:

"It is impossible for Shaolin on the other side not to know their own affairs, so this special rule is not added by Shaolin, it is because other families want to see Shaolin's jokes. With this 1.5 votes, Sun Dog will lose even worse."

Lin Baolong, who had been silent all this time, said in a deep voice:

"It may also be Nan Shaolin's handwriting. This time their players retired in violation of the rules. If senior brother Sun, who has the title of guardian of the North Shaolin Mountain Gate, wins, or if he loses badly enough, someone will always use him to step on the South and support the North. .”

"Hey hey, your thoughts are so sinister."

"Ade, Sun Dog is wrapped in your auxiliary inner energy, can you tear off his super chef's white towel?"

Liang De shook his head, "That strange thing works according to the user's cooking skills, so it's useless for me to tear it off for him."

Mu Yigui whispered to himself:

"There are three red catastrophes in the arena, and it is impossible for us to settle all the audience under their noses. What else can we do now..."

Liang De and Lin Baolong's thoughts also turned quickly, but the longer they thought about it, the tighter their frowns became.

"Hey Hey hey!"

Bai Hekong knocked hard on the blackboard a few times, waking up a few scheming men who were full of scheming.

Liang Deqi said: "Have you thought of a way to help Sun Gou win?"

"Hmm...no."

"Then what blackboard are you knocking on? Have you considered how the blackboard feels?!"

"I think you guys are thinking too complicated."

Bai Hekong put down the sea-blue pointer and said:

"When I went to count the audience's voting intentions, many people told me that chefs ultimately rely on taste to speak.

The more you use your brains, the more you will go the other way.

Why do you just refuse to believe that Sun Gou can beat that cheongsam girl with his culinary skills? Do you guys eat the dishes Sun Gou cooks these days? "

"There are so many old gourmets in the city who have eaten for a year and a half and still feel that Sun Gou is not as good as Ye Shuangliu. Are you the only one who can tell the difference?"

Mu Yigui dismissed Bai Hekong's diametrically opposed theory, and continued to close his eyes and meditate according to the hairline that was about to retreat to the outside of the pass to join the Eight Banners.

"I can't eat too profound things, but you can all eat Sun Dog's cooking mood from the dishes.

This month, his mood is getting lighter and lighter every day. Will the person who is about to lose be like this? "

"You have a point."

Liang De was thoughtful, with the light of wisdom shining on his bright head.

"Sun Gou said before the game that he wants to compete this time, and he is in such a good mood to cook these days...it doesn't look like he thinks he will lose.

Let's not worry about it, if we worry about it, if we make a mistake, maybe Sun Dog will shirk the main responsibility. It's just one night, let's eat and go shopping and wait for the result. "

Mu Yigui opened his eyes suddenly, "How can I wait for the result!"

"Brother Gui."

Liang De pressed Mu Yigui's shoulder:

"Trust my brother once.

He tied his hands without a towel, just to make you feel at ease. "

……

On the last night of summer, Sun Xunqiao took Ding Qiuqiu out of the small town of his hometown, and came to a small stream winding through the pear forest.

The flowering period of pear blossoms is usually at the end of March and the beginning of April in the lunar calendar. This pear grove has already passed the flowering period. Only the light of the moon is gently rippling in the waves, soft and bright, just like the color of pear blossoms.

Ding Qiuqiu stroked the trunk of the pear tree, imagining the scene of pear blossoms blooming by the side of Qingxi.

"Summer is coming to an end."

Sun Xunqiao nodded and said:

"More than one summer."

He stretched out his hand and broke off a branch of a pear tree, imitating the smell of time from the Wanzai Kong bluestone gushing out of his palm, the leaves on that branch quickly withered and fell off, and new green shoots grew from the dead branch.

Pear blossoms bloom and fade, Qingxi fluctuates.

As Sun Xunqiao exerted the last [-]% of his strength, the time in the fantasy town suddenly began to pass quickly.

When all the scenery returned to calm, Ding Qiuqiu, like all the people in the illusion, looked around in confusion.

Just now, living in this city for a year and a half seemed like a long, long time ago.

She no longer remembers the neighborhoods in this city, or even the taste of the thousands of dishes at Sun Xunqiao.

Ding Qiuqiu felt as if he had left this small town and went to a far, far place, spent a long, long time, and then came back here again.

"I have been away from my hometown for more than ten springs. Although the old mountain is still there, I don't know who it belongs to tonight."

The pear blossoms on the branches are in full bloom, and the stream is gurgling under the trees.

At the last quarter of an hour before the end of the illusion, Sun Xunqiao brought out a small white porcelain bowl that seemed to contain pear blossoms and moonlight.

"This is the eight thousandth dish I cook for you, Lihua Xiyue."

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