Practice origin column

Chapter 56
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Many fans of Liu Sandao looked at Sikong with unkind expressions, and what's more, they even rolled up their sleeves.

In the crowd, You Pingwei's eyes popped, and he said in a low voice: "Be careful with the fishing line, be careful with the fishing line, keep a distance from the bait, pay attention to the mood of the crowd, and don't cause mutiny."

"Yes……"

"Yes……"

Several echoing sounds came out of the ear bone contact device, and then You Pingwei switched to a channel with an extremely complicated code and one-way communication by him.

"Director Qian, please inform everyone present about their strength fluctuations."

However, in the noisy sea of ​​people, an exquisite woman wearing a golden straw hat, ripped pants, and rose-red fingernails was holding an armful of snacks, standing on tiptoes, looking at an intermediate herbalist in front of her. Prepare meals.

"The average strength is between two-dimensional and three-dimensional. Four maintainers, there are 120 three people, mainly concentrated at the master, and no suspicious targets have been found for the time being. Wait for the bait to act for the first time."

Qianqian's vermilion lips parted slightly, and she spat out an almond. Her long legs were just fat and thin, and they fit the golden ratio. I don't know how many men pretended to be gentlemen, but their eyes were stealing.

You Pingwei rubbed the hair of the boy in his arms, his eyes were kind, and he saw a leaf accidentally falling on the boy's ear. He leaned over and spoke in a low voice——

"Inform your combat troops that the murderer must be isolated from the crowd first, so as not to cause accidental injury."

The boy had an innocent smile on his face, his little red face seemed to be covered with frost, and two pieces of apple flesh hung on it, which made people feel happy.

"My soldiers have a sense of proportion. However, accidental injury is accidental injury. In battle, people will always die. It's either me or you..."

The words still had an immature child's voice, sweet and crunchy, but the evil spirit seemed to come from the sea of ​​blood in hell.

"You!" You Pingwei was secretly angry.

And in Master Liu Sandao's cooking place, a pair of malicious eyes stared at Sikong coldly.

Sikong only felt that his back seemed to be covered with frost, and it was unstoppably cold.

But this is standing on the cusp of the storm, there is no reason to back down.

Liu Sandao turned on the extraction furnace without looking at Sikong.

Then, his student handed him a porcelain plate with dotted flower spikes and landscape paintings.

Liu Sandao moved his mind, and the seven-color extract liquid in the extraction furnace flowed out like a flying rainbow, and the moon cherry petals, due to the sudden change of cold and heat, curled up into flower columns the size of needlepoints.

The style fell on the porcelain plate, just standing in the viscous extract.

Then, an astonishing scene appeared.

The flower liquid at the bottom of the porcelain dish actually extends from the middle of the style, filling the hollow with flower liquid.

Looking down on the style, you can see that the middle of the style actually forms a circular, crescent-shaped, hexagram pattern.

It happened to be the shape of Fangqian and Liu Sandao cutting flowers.

The name of the master is well-deserved.

Master medicated diet, beauty in the sea of ​​flowers, success.

"Give it to him..."

Liu Sandao handed the student the porcelain plate containing the beauty in the sea of ​​flowers, and then wiped his own knife, as if stroking his lover.

The student obviously didn't like Sikong, snorted coldly, put the medicinal meal in front of him, and said meanly: "It's really cheap for you, let's taste it."

Sikong laughed and looked at Liu Sandao: "Master, are you sure you don't want to check it yourself?"

Liu Sandao's movement of wiping the blade remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "No need..."

In fact, every medicated dietitian will self-check the pharmacology, functions and contraindications of the diet after making a new diet.

After all, people are not sages, and there are more or less omissions and deficiencies.

Even ordinary masters will carefully self-examine and consider it to avoid damaging their reputation.

But obviously, Master Liu Sandao has absolute confidence.

"Why, why should he taste the meal first? We have been waiting here for so long..."

Many people quit, especially the foodies, who wanted to devour Sikong first, and there was a small-scale pushing and shoving.

Liu Sandao stopped wiping the blade, looked at Sikong with a smile, and waited for him to deal with it.

"Cough cough..."

Looking at the angry crowd, Sikong secretly apologized.

If you don't arouse your anger, how could the murderer take advantage of the chaos?
The bigger the incident, the safer he would be.

"Pin Shan? You ordinary people, are you a food taster? I am a junior food taster!"

Sikong pointed at the crowd, holding out the badge of a junior cook on his chest, with a complacent look on his face, as if he was a villain.

"Ha ha……"

"The junior chef is amazing!"

"I've seen you owe me a lot, it's the first time I've seen you who deserve a beating!"

Quite a few people laughed back in anger, their breaths fluttered, the superstring furnace was buzzing, any sparks would be enough to burn Sikong into green smoke.

"Everyone, everyone!"

Suddenly, a young man came out, bowed his hands politely to everyone: "Since he is so arrogant and condescending, I just passed the examination as an intermediate food chef a few days ago, so I will compete with him to vent everyone's hatred!"

"Okay! Don't show mercy!"

"This young man is still polite, unlike that Si, Si, Si what?"

"We are the same people, but why are they so different?"

The crowd applauded one after another, and looked at Sikong with unkind eyes.

Then, carrying great righteousness on his shoulders, this person walked up to Sikong with a look of righteousness in his chest: "My name is..."

"Stop talking nonsense! If you want something, I have to rush to the next one. Time is tight and the task is heavy!"

Sikong refused to spare the man, and directly interrupted the man's words, and picked up a style.

"Hmph! Full of vulgar language!"

This person was furious, but he bowed his hands to Master Liu Sandao: "I see Master Sandao."

"Ah."

Liu Sandao nodded, neither salty nor bland, it was a return gift.

But he saw that Sikong was chewing peonies like a cow, directly putting the style in his hand into his mouth.

The teeth loosened and tightened, the Adam's apple went up and down, and the style was swallowed whole.

It has to be said that it is worthy of the master's meal, not to mention the function, but the taste alone is a rare delicacy.

Naturally sweet, not greasy, and even slightly green and astringent between the teeth.

Especially after one bite, the flower liquid in the style burst out and fell into the mouth, Sikong felt refreshed, as if smelling a sea of ​​flowers, in the stickiness, there was actually a bit of chewiness.

It's a pity that Sikong still doesn't know the taste of love, but he doesn't know how the so-called first love is.

The young man saw Sikong's disorganized appearance of eating food, and smiled coldly: "At first glance, he is from Ye Luzi."

But he looked serene, picked up the flower column, and his movements were standard and smooth. It seemed that he had undergone formal training.

Take a look to see the color and shape of the style.

Second smell, smell the fragrance of the style.

Three pecks, just lightly hold the style, and suck a little.

In the end, it is the product.

Take a small bite, and then use the different taste buds on the tip of the tongue, the tip of the tongue, and the base of the tongue to taste the taste of the style.

Finally, it enters the throat.

Every food taster must fully tap the potential of the digestive system.

Tongue, throat, stomach, and several kinds of intestines are more sensitive than practitioners of the same realm.

Naturally, the young man who has become an intermediate food chef far surpasses Sikong just by the strength of his digestive system.

"Well, it is indeed a master's work. I already know the medicinal properties of this medicinal diet. There is no problem. The pharmacology and combination are perfect."

The young man nodded, confident, then mockingly smiled, and asked Sikong, "What's your problem?"

(End of this chapter)