Doomsday Pavilion

Who dares to speak up at this time? That's Master Tianxing's darling!

Judging from his temper, he knew that this was a master who controlled killing and burying himself. He was disappeared in front of everyone. Which one would not help him with a word?

Xue Zhen smiled casually, opened the middle of the dining table, and placed the rainbow hazel chicken in a structure similar to an oven.

The ice marks in it were as if there was a biting cold wind mixed with snow flakes rushing out.

"The process of making Tibetan phoenix is ​​very simple, and its flavor and medicinal use are all derived from the gift of time. There is an old saying, "The article is made by nature, and it is obtained by wonderful hands." My Jiuzhan Palace is just fortunate to participate in the research. ."

"The Tibetan phoenix needs to hang on the branches of cypress trees in the extreme cold, and will growl like a wind chime in the wind and snow until it breaks out of its cocoon and becomes a butterfly, achieving a delicious taste."

Lin Chou grinned, this chicken was really pitiful. After a lot of tossing and looking down, the chamber was opened and the internal organs changed. The most terrifying thing is that it is not dead, hanging on the tree to listen to it!

"After the cataclysm, the climate has changed dramatically. Now if you want to make a Tibetan phoenix, you can only rely on the unique ice bellows of Jiuzhan Palace...Of course, this is just a simple version of the ice bellows, and the effect is not satisfactory. Normally, When the Tibetan phoenix slowly fades with the wind and all the feathers are exhausted, this dish is ready."

After Xue Zhen finished speaking, he looked at Lin Chou with a smile.

Lin Chou shrugged, killed the chicken, plucked the hair, took out the internal organs, wrapped it with banana leaves, and then fry the sea salt on a fierce fire until the brown smoke came out of the blue smoke, put the wrapped guinea fowl in it, bury it, and simmer slowly .

"It's over?"

"This is over?"

"Is this guy surnamed Lin frightened? The venom glands on his forehead have not been removed, and the seasoning has not been added!"

Even Xue Zhen was taken aback, looking at Lin Chou's eyes a little embarrassed, are you scorning Jiuzhan Palace?

He didn't even bother to say anything. After an hour of waiting, Xue Zhen took the lead in taking out the dishes in the ice bellows.

At this time, the feathers of the rainbow hazel grouse have faded, and the skin is white, like a jade carving.

Xue Zhen picked up the hazel chicken. As the kitchen knife was dancing, slices of thin, paper-like chicken flew into the white porcelain plate like snow. For a moment, only a whole chicken bone was left in his hand.

The chicken flakes form a flying phoenix pattern on the white porcelain plate, which is vivid, and the surface is surrounded by a faint white cold air, like swimming in the clouds.

"Zangfeng, please taste it!"

Everyone present couldn't help but applaud.

Xue Mingfang took the dishes from his father and put them on the judging table, "Everyone, please taste."

Xue Guangyuan took the lead in dropping the chopsticks, twisting a piece of meat as thin as a cicada wing, and putting it in his mouth, then frowned, "Xue Zhen, your craftsmanship is slack."

Xue Zhen smiled bitterly, "Yes, Fourth Master."

"Master Xue, dare to ask, but have you suffered internal injuries recently?" Wei Tianxing said while tasting the dishes.

Xue Zhen nodded, "Yes, Lao Xue, I was injured a few days ago, and I haven't recovered yet."

"I saw Master Xue used a knife in his right hand, but the focus was on his left leg. No wonder there was a bit of dissonance. I think it was because his right leg was injured!"

It seems to be talking about internal injuries, but in fact, this is to say that his swordsmanship is inadequate, and Xue Zhen bowed his hands and said, "It's ugly."

"Xiaoyou Lin? Can you give me some pointers?"

Lin Chu was not welcome, and put a chopstick into his mouth.

Like a slice of thin ice, the crystal clear chicken softens and melts in the mouth, like a thin ice spring flowing in the mouth.

It seems that what I eat in my mouth is a bowl of cold but extremely delicious chicken soup, pure and thick.

Lin Chou exhaled a sip of white steam, and the icy feeling refreshed his heart. Under the high temperature all day after the cataclysm, this feeling had to be said that it was very refreshing.

In addition, I can clearly feel a clear and cold force penetrating through the musculoskeletal body, and the effect is unknown.

"Lin Xiaoyou, how do you feel?" Xue Zhen asked.

Lin Chou nodded and told the truth, "It tastes good."

"Lin Xiaoyou, I also admire your cooking skills in Jiu Shan Palace, not if..."

"Everyone, please taste the Lin's Xiaoguan dishes, salt-baked chicken!"

Xue Zhen's face became stiff, and he laughed mockingly.

Compared with Xue Zhen's exquisite and artistic Tibetan phoenix, Lin Chou's salt-baked chicken is more like a popular dish for refugees.

The scorched banana leaves were torn, and the whole chicken was placed on a plate and served.

Xue Guangyuan's eyes lit up and looked at the salt-baked chicken with interest, "Tsk, it smells pure and full-bodied, yeah, and the fragrance of sea salt and banana leaves. The treatment of this poisonous gland...hey, the young man is very powerful. Ah! The original power of the venom gland is completely integrated into the chicken, won't it affect the taste? The old man taste it..."

Xue Guangyuan clamped a chopsticks muscle, put it in his mouth and tasted it carefully, "Everyone, the old man is not an evolutionary person, but this chicken should have something else mysterious, everyone, feel it."

Wei Tianxing was the first to do it, and he directly tore a chicken leg, a big mouth, with bones and meat, and it was gone.

"En? It's actually twice as delicious as the last time I ate it?" Wei Tianxing was taken aback. "You are very talented, young man. Why don't you learn how to cook with the old man!"

Lin Chou has a talent for a fart. It is not how much his cooking skills have improved, but after Fuwa Gao Xuan asked Lin Chou to complete the evaluation task and directly force all skill levels to be raised by one level.

As for the effect of this level, you can see from Wei Tianxing's performance. The others only got one chopstick, and the rest was poured into the mouth by the old guard, yes, it was.

Zhao Zheng, who had always been stern, couldn't help but nodded, "Very good, very powerful, I feel my bloodline power is throbbing and very active."

Jiang Zhengyang, a handsome scholar-like son, smiled gently, "Indeed, you can cook a salt-baked chicken to the point that it can have an effect on the second-order and third-order evolutionaries. Brother Lin is indeed an expert."

Lieutenant General Ye of the Mingguang Garrison said, "Huh, after I ate Tibetan Phoenix, my blood flowed endlessly, as if the bottleneck of my years of cultivation has been loosened. This is the perfect dish! As for what it is. Roshzi salt-baked chicken, is there any use for fart!"

Xue Zhen's face turned green, and he gritted his teeth secretly. Is this really his own internal ally? Are they here to tear down the platform or to tear down the platform?

The salt-baked chicken is made from the zero-order low-level mutant guinea fowl. If it can have an effect on you, the fourth-order mutant, then TM will simply call it the salt-baked elixir!

Even if it is judged, it must first be considered on the baseline of the current dishes, otherwise, it will be biased.

Xue Guangyuan stroked his beard and said, "Don't make generalizations, don't make generalizations."

Two dishes made of roadside wild vegetables and abalone and lobster, can you tell which dish is better than which one?

What happens even if the abalone and lobster wins? Is it glorious to win wild vegetables?

Jiang Zhengyang agreed, "Old Xue is reasonable, and he still has different opinions."

(PS: Guess, book friends, who won?)