Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 398 Let Zhu Qi Believe
Zhu Qi looked at the big plate in Mira's hand, and couldn't hide his complacency in Youyou's tone: "Mira, you have been forced to this point too."

The queen's response was still flat:
"I can't reproduce the ingredients you used."

As she spoke, her blue eyes looked at Xia Yan not far away, glanced over, and observed it for a few seconds before retracting with thought: "Using this recipe and using special materials prevents me from completely copy."

"This strategy of taking a slanted sword, is he thinking of it?"

Zhu Qi shook his head: "No, it was my decision to deal with you from the beginning, or it was my decision to break with the person behind you from now on."

"And it was just a coincidence that he showed a recipe on the way that made me curious, shocked and eager to learn, but this recipe is also within the scope of "Ma Po" and "Tofu" in this cooking competition. Inside."

Mira was taken aback.

Is all of this today some kind of accident, coincidence?

"Break?" Meera sighed. After all, she was a companion who was trained in the "dungeon" in the past, and she was one of the few people who successfully walked out of the dungeon alive. She hesitated and advised, "Kayu is more terrifying than before. , I predict that by the end of this year or next year at the latest, he will reach a temporarily insurmountable peak in culinary skills, and he will most likely leave Liangshanbo by then to do many things, including... cleaning up the house!"

Zhu Qi looked directly into the depths of her blue eyes, "You are easy to soften your heart."

"Oh, I guess I can't find Yan Xian, Yakan, and my two colleagues are increasingly refusing to listen to his orders, otherwise Kaiyu won't let you go down the mountain."

The two of them were chatting intensely, their mouths and expressions were changing, but the judging seats were one step away, as if they were watching a silent movie.

Shopkeeper Lan, who was in the middle, took a deep breath.

"Two!"

He took the initiative to break some kind of "barrier", and said in a respectful tone: "You can put the dishes on the table, and I will give an absolutely fair and just evaluation."

boom!
The sound of two large plates falling.

"This is..." Including shopkeeper Lan, they were all stunned when the plate fell on the table and they saw the dishes on the plate.

"Ho-"

In the rear, at the guest station, Lan Feihong had already stood up, his eyes clearly filled with shock.

"Two dishes, exactly the same... dishes?" Prince Jiang murmured as if he had seen a ghost.

The crimson mapo sauce covered the plate and slightly submerged the neatly distributed tofu cubes.

This color is like a fire-like bright background curtain.

White tofu cubes.

The delicate fine brushwork lines on the top are poured with sauce.

then.

In the heat and mist, these lines are flowing with luster, as if suddenly alive, intertwined layer by layer, and finally constitute a complete character image...

There is a guqin lying across his lap, and a madman with loose belts. This is Ji Kang.

Holding the pipa in his arms, laughing wildly, this is Ruan Xian.

……

A total of seven picture scrolls of figures are placed on the small dinner plate, they are so lifelike, the vivid expressions carved out by the lines, and the rushing strength of character, just like a mirage of the ancient Wei and Jin Dynasties emerging in front of our eyes.

Shopkeeper Lan watched intently.

The other judges, and the guest stage behind, a group of people were mesmerized.

Prince Jiang sighed endlessly: "If it is possible, I would rather this is not a dish or a dish. It can be framed and placed in the collection room at home. As a work of art, it will last forever."

These words are suspected of being exaggerated, but they do represent the mood of everyone at the moment.

The shopkeeper Lan, who is the closest and the most skilled in cooking, seems to be in a stance from one left to the right, and smells two completely different "flavors" on the cooking battlefield where each other is attacking and defending:
"One strand is mysterious and profound."

"One is like a formula that has been honed through thousands of years, without a single flaw, tightly intertwined, and locked... There is no solution!"

heard.

Zhu Qi and Mira looked at each other. They just made a bowl of food and handed it to the shopkeeper Lan, and then repeated it again, but this time the object of handing out the bowl became each other.

When it comes to cooking confrontations at the level of heavenly kings, no one is more qualified to evaluate each other than themselves.

Zhu Qi was full of curiosity. He really wanted to know how Mira used her [Spice Inequality] to swing a knife at the bushy thorns without Xia Yan's lack of 'extraordinary materials'. Shengsheng opened up another path.

As for Mira, she was curious as to why the recipes and dishes of the original version of "Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove Tofu Sculpture" received such a shocking evaluation from King Zhu Qitian that he was eager to learn.

Eat it down almost at the same time and start tasting.

"Well--"

tear.

The thick black robe covering the head and feet was an illusion that was shattered in an instant.

The healthy brown skin was quietly covered with a layer of fine sweat beads, smoother than usual, shining with the attractive luster of hot sweat.

The red earth.

Endless asking for the road to immortality.

Mira opened her slightly confused eyes, looked at the footpath of ascetic monks and immortal seekers, and then looked up at the steep mountains in the distance, the highest peak among them, the peak that meets the clouds in the sky On the top, there seemed to be some strange and magnificent existence that released a mysterious signal to her heart:

"……come over."

"Come here."

"Pray to me."

"You will see... a truly magnificent spice paradise..."

Trekking step by step, I don't know how long it took, Mira finally became a traveler who climbed to the top of the peak, but when she climbed up, she saw another believer sitting on a certain stone engraved with mysterious symbols. In the matrix, when he heard footsteps, he turned his head, and it was Zhu Qi's face and voice:
"You are here too."

Mira: "?!"

Startled back two or three steps.

Hey, the vision blurred a bit, it was Zhu Qi's face, but at this moment, Zhu Qi didn't have the vicissitudes of white hair of the pious believers in the hallucination picture, he looked very young, and looked at himself strangely...

Mira took a deep breath, and suddenly said: "Is that what makes you willing to break with Kaiyou and the Dark Realm?"

Zhu Qi smiled and said: "Let me see the 'light' again, find the opportunity and dawn of a new life, I believe in him."

Saying that, Zhu Qi pointed to the bowl in his hand.

"I ate your food."

"It's amazing! As expected of Kaiyu, I only taught you the [Spice Inequality]!"

Mira's eyebrows twisted, her heart was as ethereal and cold as her, and she was defeated face to face by a person, and the opponent gave a tasting evaluation without incident, which would also make her mood plummet:
"No matter how powerful the [Spice Inequality] is, it is impossible to conjure up some weird and strange ingredients out of thin air like the magic of the fairy family, and to compete fairly with you on the same stage."

Zhu Qi chuckled: "So, you think you lost to the ingredients, not me?"

Mira raised her eyebrows, "What do you think?"

"Why don't we put aside the ingredients and let's compete again?"

Zhu Qi suddenly turned around and ran away, "No need, no need at all, the advantage of ingredients is also an advantage..."

(End of this chapter)