Doomsday Pavilion

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Hurried, finally arrived at Old Xue's house, are you satisfied? Humph, where's the recommendation ticket? What about rewards? Collection? )

Mingguang admires martial arts and ancient times, especially for evolutionary people, who emphasizes the free and easy manners of eating large pieces of meat and drinking, having a gratitude and enmity, and acting sturdily, but with their own rules.

The evolving people are extremely powerful and have their own set of rules. Bright light and wilderness cannot be generalized.

"According to the previous rules, don't you have any opinions?"

Xue Guangyuan sat in the middle of the judging platform, with his beard and hair fluttering in white.

A ruddy face with an innocent smile, said to the other four people softly.

"Then follow the old rules." Lieutenant General Ye said.

Zhao Zheng was wearing a black iron-colored garrison uniform. His body was stiff and straight, and his fists intersected with a "pop" in an ancient salute, "Old Xue said yes, that's it."

Wei Tianxing also nodded to Father Xue, "Okay."

It's not that the Xue family is overwhelmingly powerful, nor is it that Xue Guangyuan is powerful.

Xue Guangyuan's life can be said to have nothing special.

In terms of strength, he is not even an evolutionary.

In terms of cooking, he is the least brilliant of the Xue family's generation.

In terms of methods, it seems that Xue Guangyuan has been a good old man with a smile all his life.

But it was such a person who held the entire Xue family tightly in his hands for more than seventy years. It was not until his favorite great-grandson Xue Ming was released, and he gradually delegated power to Xue Zhen, the current paternal leader of the Xue family, who was over half a hundred years old.

Without him, the old guy can survive too much.

His lifespan is too long and too long, and it's so long that it is frightening.

After the cataclysm with an average age of 50, Xue Guangyuan was 137 years old this year. He was not deaf, could eat and drink, and his white teeth were more porcelain than Xue Zhen's.

This old man is the fourth grandfather of Xue Zhen's grandfather, who has survived three generations of the Xue family. Xue Zhen's father, grandfather, and grandfather, it is this old man who watched grow up and watched into the earth.

Such an old guy, who dares not accept it? Who dare not be afraid? !

What if he kills you too?

The world is yours and mine, but in the end it belongs to those with good physique and long life...

"Ahem," Xue Guangyuan cleared his throat, "Let's start, two wins in three rounds, five judges. In the first round, our five judges each choose the ingredients, draw lots to decide, and make the dishes. The second round In the third round, both sides will designate their own dishes. Within the three rounds, everyone has a chance to interfere with each other as best as you can."

"Everyone, Xue Zhen, Lin Chou, do you have any objections?"

"No."

"No!"

Xue Ming let go and put pen and paper in front of each judge, "Please write down the ingredients at will."

After the five people have finished writing, they are grouped together and placed on the plate.

Xue Zhen stretched out his hand, "Xiaoyou Lin, please!"

Lin Chou smiled, "The expert is first, Mr. Xue please."

Xue Zhen chuckled, and did not refuse, he took a paper ball from the plate at random and unfolded it in front of everyone, with the word "chicken" written on it impressively.

Xue Guangyuan said with a smile, "Let's make a dish with chicken as the raw material."

Huang Dashan clapped his hands, "Haha, Xue Papi is miserable. Brother Lin's salt-baked chicken will not be able to catch up with Xue Zhen for eight lifetimes!"

Gao Xuan frowned, "Jiu Shan Palace... But there is a superb dish, which uses chicken as the raw material. In this game, Brother Lin is in danger."

Huang Dashan's frantic laughter instantly solidified on his face.

The scarlet letter "Salt-baked chicken will win: As the future chef of the last days, how can his own dishes lose to others? Defeat the chicken-based dishes made by the lower primate creature Xue Zhen. Reward: Salt-baked chicken (upgrade) Version), all attribute points +2. Failure penalty: all poultry creatures force a hostile effect."

The Scarlet Letter "War of the Rise: As the future kitchen **** of the last days, all enemies who stand in the way must be cleared out and grind through obstacles. In this competition, defeat the lower primate creature Xue Zhen. Reward: Tier 4 dishes, Ten years in Hexi. Punishment for failure: Fuck, Spicy Chicken, find a piece of tofu and kill you!"

Lin Chou wanted to find a piece of tofu and killed him. The power of "fuck" was too powerful.

Can TM be more serious? I almost laughed just now!

All kinds of tools were available on the dining table, and the back kitchen soon delivered the mutant guinea fowl that Lin Chou needed.

"Fat-headed pigeon? Well, it's a kind of chicken."

"Order zero low-level ingredients? This kid is too perfunctory, right? I just want to rely on this **** to win?"

"Young people are young people. How can they compete with the Xue family for their background? This time, you should be able to see the Xue family's superb dishes, right?"

There was a lot of discussion below, and Lin Chou concentrated on dealing with the mutant guinea fowl under his hands.

Just get a tube of the source crystal solution to change the blood of the cute and poor guinea fowl, throw it aside, and let it stroll by itself.

The ingredients used by Xue Zhen were also delivered.

Xue Zhen arched his hands and said, "My old Xue is not as good as the four masters, and the old arms and legs are not as good as before. I made everyone laugh. Today I will make a delicious dish of Jiuzhan Palace in front of you today, and hide the phoenix."

Xue Zhen picked up the living creature in his hand, "Rainbow hazel rooster, a second-order mutant creature, responsive, running speed comparable to a third-order agile evolutionary, and very difficult to catch. Its first-born colorful phoenix feathers, tail like a spear, Running for a lifetime, stop, and die. The meat is so tender and tender, it is a superb, and it is also known as a flying dragon."

"It's very easy to make Tibetan Phoenix..."

Xue Zhen said in his mouth, took a round-headed kitchen knife and squeezed it in his hand a few times, nodded in satisfaction.

"Huh"

The kitchen knife in his hand was danced into a ball of silver light by him, and the strength was lower, and he couldn't see what was happening at all.

Lin Chou's eyes condensed. With his eyesight, he could barely see Xue Zhen's kitchen knife quickly piercing the belly of the rainbow hazel chicken. After taking out the internal organs, he stuffed a bunch of prepared seasonings into the belly of the chicken. The kitchen knife is as flexible as The arm is instructed to fly down inside and out, and the broken belly of the chicken is stitched with its own muscle line without a stitch or a thread.

The whole process took less than three seconds. After Xue Zhen put down the kitchen knife, the Rainbow Hazel Rooster let out a scream full of breath, and struggled violently, but there was no drop of blood flowing out of his belly.

"it is good!"

Wei Tianxing's eyes flickered, "Master Xue really is not old. I see Master Xue's swordsman today. I still have the same demeanor of the past. I admire and admire him."

Xue Zhen smiled and said, "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be! Back then, I was fortunate to be able to show my ugliness in front of Master Wei, and I am still honored."

Wei Tianxing said solemnly, "Master Xue is polite, you can be a master in cooking."

Wei Tianxing wanted to say something more, only to hear a pop, an exquisite white porcelain jug fell into the arena, broke to the ground, and a few drops of wine splashed on the judging platform.

He suddenly shrank his neck and looked from the corner of his eyes. As expected, his baby girl was gritting her teeth and looking at him.

"Ahem."

Wei Tianxing blinked, looked up at the sky, posing as an old monk entering Ding, carefully studying the roof structure of the Jiuzhan Palace.