Food King

Chapter 251 Kill me?you can't do it

"you lose"

The simple three words came out from Wang Yan's mouth, with indifference, irrelevance, and a touch of arrogance. When the words came out, he took another step and entered the black shop.

That Duanmulie is only a master of the middle stage of Xuanpin, and he can be regarded as a master of cooking, but the gap between him and Wang Yan is huge.

"He still has a back hand, otherwise I might have lost before the dishes are ready." Duan Mulie smiled wryly in his heart, and at this moment he finally understood that just now the little guy's accomplishments in the kitchen, It has already far surpassed him.

"Let's go." Yamazaki Retsu took a deep breath, turning a blind eye to those slightly sarcastic gazes below, and then turned around a little lonely, and went to the bottom of the ring, and behind him, Miyamoto and others followed.

"Take this ring away together. Putting it here will affect the business of the black shop." Fang Yuan said with a smile, the ring has already occupied a lot of space in front of the black shop, and as his voice fell, Yamazaki Retsu turned around , with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

"In our island country, the loser keeps the ring, which is a kind of respect for the winner." Yamazaki Retsu's voice fell, and he turned around and left without staying.

"Damn. Respect?" Fang Yuan rolled his eyes, stepped forward, and with a wave of his hand, put the five-foot-long arena into the storage bag, and the two-foot-long Panlong eel in the arena , and naturally fell into his hands.

The crowd of onlookers began to slowly disperse, and today's completely incomparable group arena has also become a talking point for them to brag about.

The tranquility was restored again in front of the black shop. Wang Yan leaned on his exclusive position in the hall, looked at Fangyuan who was smiling silly, and shook his head helplessly.

And on the table in front of Fang Yuan, the coiled dragon eel from before exuded bursts of fragrance, and its two-foot-long body was coiled up. The eel's head was in the center, looking up at the sky.

The whole dish exudes a crystal clear fragrance, covered by a thin layer of soy sauce, and the multicolored silk on the top is shining, which gives people a strong sense of appetite.

"Well, Boss, this dish will be cold in a while, do you want to do it now?" Fang Yuan smiled, and the look of anticipation on his face was quite strong, making Wang Yan roll his eyes, and immediately waved his hands.

"Go to the back, let me be quiet and quiet." Wang Yan's voice fell, Fang Yuan nodded repeatedly, picked up the Panlong eel in front of him, almost drooling, and headed towards the backyard.

In the backyard, Fang Yuan was sitting by the blue stone platform, eating delicious eels, and the greedy snakes on the nine-leaf peach tree also came up, one person and one snake, while enjoying the delicious food, in front of the black shop, Wang Yanmei With a sharp pick, he looked at a diner in front of him.

This person was dressed in black and wore a bamboo hat, making it difficult for people to see his true face. When he walked in, he found a table and sat down.

"What do you want to eat?" The man's voice was a little hoarse, and the whole person sat there, giving people a feeling of discomfort, which also made Wang Yan frowned indistinctly.

"The menu is on the blackboard." Wang Yan said lightly, and immediately seemed to remember something, walked to the front of the blackboard, and added a new dish in the empty space below.

Paper-wrapped meat is priced at ten low-grade primordial stones.

"Just wrap the meat in this paper, and another pot of wine." The man's hoarse voice fell, but he still didn't take off the hat on his head. Wang Yan didn't care about these things. Put it away, and immediately walked into the kitchen, and when he turned around, the man's palm moved slightly, but he still held it down.

In the kitchen, Wang Yan looked indifferent, and started to wrap the meat in the newly added dish. For the wafer paper needed for this dish, Wang Yan chose lotus leaves to replace it.

In the storage bag, Wang Yan randomly took out one of the treated first-order monsters. It was a cub of a blue-faced wolf. .

After cutting the monster wolf meat into finger-sized cubes, adding a little fresh green onion and seasonings to marinate, Wang Yan carefully wrapped it in lotus leaves, and on the outer layer of the lotus leaves, wrapped tightly with some foreign objects After that, put it into the steamer.

In the hall, the man in the bamboo hat looked down at the table, occasionally picked up the cup, and drank the wine in it. However, the rare seven-leaf wine fell into the man's mouth, but it only made his palm twitch. Obviously, his mental quality is not bad.

"It tastes good, it's a pity." Shadow murmured, the scent lingering at the tip of his nose whetted his appetite, but as an assassin, especially his existence at the top of the assassin's pyramid, the principle has always been It is to use people's money to eliminate disasters for others.

"I heard that this guy is a weird Yuan Condensation Realm martial artist. When he erupts, he can reach the middle stage of Yuan Transformation Realm, but even so... it's still not enough." Shadow said again, even if he himself Almost forgot his name.

It seems that the moment he was raised since he was a child, he was doomed to be nameless, but fortunately, over the years, with successful assassinations time after time, his cultivation has reached the peak of the Yuan Transformation Realm, even the ordinary Explosive Yuan In the early stage of the situation, it was not unheard of that people died in his hands when they were caught off guard.

And because of his extremely fast speed, even if the assassination fails, he will escape calmly, look for opportunities to strike again, and will never give up until he achieves his goal.

And his target this time is Wang Yan, the owner of the black shop. Therefore, when he tasted the delicious wine and the smell of paper-wrapped meat in the air, he felt regretful because, in his hands, there was never Miss the word.

"One thousand and five hundred yuan for a low-grade primordial stone. Are all the chefs so valuable now?" Shadow murmured again. Perhaps it was because of his profession that he was unwilling to reveal his true face. There is still a bit of handsomeness, but the long-term killing has caused his pair of eyes to be shrouded in a layer of red all the year round.

Sometimes, when the shadow is alone, it will make some nervous voices and do some unthinkable things, for example, it will occasionally cut off a certain part of the assassination target, or, after killing it, it will be carefully arranged. death scene.

And all of this is to confuse the public, so as to indirectly achieve the purpose of protecting oneself. Thinking that some of the peers have special marks or imprints at the moment, after each successful assassination, they will leave their own marks. Shadow sneered, To him, those assassins are no different from Shabi.

While muttering in the shadows, the door curtain of the kitchen was lifted, and Wang Yan walked out of it with a calm expression on his face. In the blue and white plate in his hand, there was a fist-sized piece of food tightly wrapped in lotus leaves.

"Please use it slowly." Wang Yan said lightly, while An Ying nodded indifferently, stretched out her slender hand, picked up the chopsticks on the table, and gently poked the fragrant lotus leaf away .

"call out"

The rich white air with a strong fragrance drifted out directly from it, and as it rose, a clear white shadow was formed one foot above.

"It turned out to be a blue-faced demon wolf." An unexpected look flashed across Yin Ying's eyes, and he immediately looked at the glistening demon wolf meat wrapped in lotus leaves, picked up a piece, and gently put it into his mouth.

When the diced meat enters the mouth, a strong fragrance instantly fills the mouth. In the steamed diced meat, all the collagen and fibers are squeezed out, forming a crystal clear soup that is delicious and mellow. Although the diced meat is crunchy, it is still With a touch of elastic teeth, the combination of the two opposite textures makes the speed of the shadow's chewing speed up.

"Sure enough, the wine is delicious." Shadow's hoarse voice came out, he picked up the wine glass on the table, took another sip of the mellow seven-leaf wine, and expressed his admiration.

From the beginning to the end, Wang Yan did not leave, standing two meters away from the shadow table, with an inexplicable curvature on his face, his eyes were more focused on the slender hands of the shadow.

"Good food. It really deserves to be the King of Chefs this year." Shadow quickly ate half of a piece of paper-wrapped meat, and when he praised again, the curvature on Wang Yan's face spread even further, and he immediately shrugged. Sat down at another table.

"It really took so much pains to get rid of me that even an assassin was invited." Wang Yan's voice was extremely abrupt. When it came out, the chopsticks stretched out by the shadow froze for a moment, and then he picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth. At that moment, a slightly pale face under the bamboo hat was revealed.

"Your perception is very sharp." A hoarse voice came from Shadow's mouth. He was obviously a little surprised that Wang Yan was able to identify himself.

"Because... we all have a pair of hands that hold knives." Wang Yan said indifferently, and looked at his right hand, which was slender and strong, but there was a callus on the outer base of the index finger, which was caused by holding knives all year round.

"Huh? You're so careful." Shadow nodded, then picked up the cup on the table and drank the seven-leaf wine in one gulp.

"Since I know that I am an assassin, it is very dangerous to sit still like this. I am very responsible to tell you that I can easily succeed at this attack distance." Feeling the seven-leaf wine on the chest Spreading heat, Shadow said again, and immediately the body that was sitting firmly moved slightly.

"Kill me. You can't do it." Wang Yan shook his head, and said lightly, the body sitting on the spot remained motionless, and the pair of jet-black pupils also fell lazily on Shadow's body.

"Huh? So sure?" There was a sneer on Shadow's face, and as his voice fell, Wang Yan shrugged.

"Go back and tell your employer, if he wants to kill me, let him do it himself."

(End of this chapter)