The Chaos of Food Halberd

Chapter 89
"It's unpalatable! It can be used to clear my stomach." Nagiri Nakiri opened the folding fan to cover the parts below the eyes, and commented in a contemptuous tone.

"The taste is crunchy and delicious, it goes well with the sauce and it's soft and smooth, and the color match is also excellent...but it's too far away." Gin Dojima commented with an ugly face.

"Even after tasting your dishes, the deliciousness of the ten dishes just now remains on our tongues." Nakiri Senzaemon also said slowly, which would make the other party fall into a desperate evaluation.

"Is it really not possible? It seems that I haven't mastered my culinary skills yet." The chef turned pale, but he didn't question it, as if he had already been mentally prepared for the result.

"It's over, I'll start when I'm done, you're the first one, let's start with you" Lin Daoge slowly walked towards the opposite chef with a red-hot iron. Legs stood there trembling, waiting for his operation.

Lin Daoge didn't soften his hands because of the opponent's courage, but he moved a little faster than usual.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

It seems that courage can't reduce the pain, and the other party's cry is no different from other people's.

The chefs who were cooking on the cooking table on the opposite side couldn't help shivering when they heard the screams. They couldn't bear to see their companions' miserable situation, so they could only lower their heads and handle the ingredients seriously.

Time passed little by little, and the chefs worked hard to squeeze their potential, cooking their own dishes more seriously and carefully than usual.

But the dishes that were sent up one after another only got the unanimous shake of the head of the judges.

And Lin Daoge directly turned into a ruthless printing press, stamping ugly seals on their faces one by one.

The audience inside and outside the venue watched the development of the matter with a look of despair, as if they were watching the neon cooking world step by step towards the abyss of destruction.

Soon the ten chefs on the field all walked off the stage miserably with ugly marks, and announced their defeat.

"Ten more people" didn't give the opponent too much time to immerse himself in grief, and didn't buy time to rest. He just tilted his head and waved, asking the opponent to quickly choose someone to come up to the competition.

After the chefs on the opposite side looked at each other, they also knew that no more time should be wasted and that he had more time to rest, and immediately selected 10 chefs to compete on stage.

This day seems to be the twilight of the gods in the neon cooking world. Lin Daoge is like an unparalleled warrior on the field. He controls ten large iron pots, wields a kitchen knife, and delivers a series of super delicious dishes. The chefs were killed one by one.

"Managi, don't continue anymore, it's not good for your health, it will burn your esophagus" Nakiri Senzaemon looked at his daughter, his face was pale, and there was a scar left on his mouth from repeated vomiting. The saliva mark, dissuaded with concern.

"No, I'm okay. I used to vomit more times than now. Didn't I survive the same?" Nagiri refused stubbornly. Since she was born, she has never been as satisfied as she is today. Under the feeding, her tongue was fully satisfied, and the feedback gave her a very comfortable and refreshing feeling, so she didn't want to miss such a wonderful moment.

Seeing that Nakiri Senzaemon couldn't persuade Nakiri Managi, he could only pay attention to her situation from time to time, and if it really came to endanger his health, he would forcibly interrupt her.

The audience looked at Lindauge in disbelief, who looked like a perpetual motion machine. He didn't look like a human being at all, as if he didn't have the concept of fatigue.

In the light of the fire, the dragon pattern on his body was shining brightly, and the surrounding flames seemed to be sprayed from the dragon's head on his body, making people daunting.

The ten large red-hot iron pots are like dragon balls in his claws. Under his manipulation, they are still clever and clever, and a series of top-quality dishes that do not belong to the world are born.

The event was held from morning to night, and during lunch and dinner, the audience bought lunch boxes from the staff.

And Lin Daoge also cooked some dishes for himself to solve the meal during the interval of waiting for his opponent to serve. When the other side saw that he did not take the opportunity to rest and recover his strength, but wasted his strength to cook and eat, he felt even more desperate and let They had a terrifying realization that this guy really has endless physical strength.

In the passage of time, no matter how many people there are on the opposite side, there will always be a time when they are exhausted. Only the last few people can only be judged as losers even if they finish their cooking slowly. The competition between the neon cooking world and Lin Daoge should come to an end.

Their neon culinary world has lost completely this time, and their faces are dishonored.Even Ichiro Ono, the four who were the instigators, did not expect this to happen. They had thought that Lin Daoge's strength would be terrifying, but how could they have thought that it would be ten times, a hundred times more terrifying than they imagined.

Half of the neon cooking world was penetrated by him in one day, this is simply a monster, a terrifying big devil.

His terrifying strength was deeply imprinted in the hearts of the audience, even deeper than the imprint on his face.

Some people think that only one word can describe him, that is the God of Cooking.

The students looked at the strong and domineering figure on the screen with fanaticism, and unconsciously developed a strong idea of ​​worship. Some groups have spontaneously organized themselves, wanting to set up Lindauge fan support clubs one by one.

"Okay, this is the last batch, and you can go back to your home after you put your brand on it." Lin Daoge walked slowly to the last few people. After cooking for such a long time, he also wanted to go home early. Give Shaqi a preaching and teaching night, so that she can improve her cooking skills.

"Please wait a moment." Just as he was about to make a move, Dojima Gin, one of the judges, stood up and stood in front of him and asked.

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat. Do you want to violate the halberd eating treaty you made yourself?" Lin Daoge looked at the muscular guy standing in front of him, but he was not surprised. People, I just don’t know if this person also has such thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I know it's very wrong for me to do this, but I still want you to let them go." Gin Dojima turned his head to look at Kakuzaki Taki, Mizuhara Fuyumi and other Totsuki juniors with complicated eyes, and turned his head firmly again Looking at Lin Doug, he asked.This is his junior, he can't see him being so young, his career as a chef was terminated just after graduation, and as a girl with such a big scar on his face, his whole life will be ruined.

Because Mizuhara Fuyumi and the others were girls, they were left until the end to appear on stage, but what was originally intended to protect them could only become useless.

"Why should I listen to you, don't get in the way, you still can't stop me" Lin Daoge ruthlessly rejected the other party, just when he was about to push the other party away.

"Then I will also send you a halberd, on the condition that if I win, you will let them go"

(End of this chapter)