Fist of Imagination

Spring breeze, summer flowers, autumn moon, winter snow.

The scenery changes, the seasons pass, and the time in the illusion of "telepathy" quickly comes to the end of the second summer.

Sun Xunqiao and Ding Qiuqiu were walking on the sidewalk of Linyuan Road. There was already a slight chill in the wind, and the cicadas chirping on the trees were as soft as hallucinations.

The wall of the Sanxin Printing Factory next to the two people is mottled, and the true color of cement is exposed behind the peeling white ash. The clouds and leaves in the sky block most of the sunlight. The streets sunk in the shadows of clouds and trees become more and more old. Apparently quiet.

Sun Xunqiao held a large handful of printing factory fried potato chips in his hand, and every time Ding Qiuqiu finished one bunch, he passed another bunch over.

The fried golden potato slices are evenly sprinkled with dried chili powder. Ice-flake-like cracks appear when you bite into them. They are crispy and crispy when you eat them. The edges of each fragment are rounded and obtuse, not too hard. The machine-made potato chips scratch the mouth.

The crispy crust retains a thin layer of mashed potatoes, giving this skewer a richer flavor.

Ordinary chefs don't have to worry about the shape of food after it is put into their mouths, because diners can't see or care.

But when an extraordinary gourmet like Ding Qiuqiu, whose five senses are mixed and can see each other, dines, every change after eating is under her observation, so the chef must keep the work in beautiful form at every stage.

The peony fish dumplings made by Wu Tao felt like a fine snow falling among the flowers in the mouth. Ding Qiuqiu was full of praise in the last competition.

Sun Xunqiao didn't have the aesthetics and knife skills, so he could only use his expertise as a food safety supervisor in Northern Shaolin to put a lot of considerate and meticulous work into the potato chips.

While passing potato slices to Ding Qiuqiu, he introduced her to the dishes she was going to eat later.

“…My hometown is a place where five rivers converge, the water system is abundant, and the river food is famously delicious.

You ate Anxi fish head yesterday. I will take you to eat mullet fish in soy pot and yellow spicy diced in red soup at noon, and then serve a large Qingbo fish... It is black scale, also called green plate. It can be replaced with green pepper and black bean paste. Okay, anyway, I can’t get tired of eating in the fantasy world, so I just started eating the brown sugar glutinous rice cake.

In the evening, we went to the opposite door of No. 1 Middle School to eat pork ribs noodles, and for late-night snacks, we went to the doghouse for skewers.

That's it for today. "

Ding Qiuqiu listened carefully to every word Sun Xunqiao said.

She didn't like this despicable man who tried to cheat before the game, but in this "telepathic" fantasy, Sun Xunqiao was not a person, but a dish.

Every word he said and every dish he took himself to eat were part of the dish of "heart-to-heart".

Since I have been entrusted by others to serve as the chief judge of the Chef Fairy Star Competition, no matter how much I dislike a contestant, I should not bring my personal emotions to work.

Tasting meticulously and evaluating impartially, this is what Ding Qiuqiu should do.

Ding Qiuqiu finished the last bunch of fried potato chips, threw the bamboo stick back to the yellow-faced man at hand, stopped and said:

“There are only two or three days left in this illusion.

In one year and six months, including the fried potato chips just now, I have eaten a total of 7,964 dishes you cooked, and none of them can beat the taste of Ye Shuangliu's golden age.

Sun Xunqiao, the cuisine you come from is indeed broad and profound, which opened my eyes.

But the title of Chef Fairy on the Other Side is not a title that can be won simply by accumulating numbers.

If you have a mental connection and that's it, then there's no need to continue.

It's getting dark outside. You should give in and end it soon. "

Sun Xunqiao had already taken several steps forward. He looked at a small shop without a sign on the street. The owner was tiptoeing to get the "Chicken Shredded Cold Noodles" sign on the wall. The aunt at the canteen next door took the last one. I gave the mung bean popsicle to the child who was doing homework in the store, and bent down to unplug the freezer at the door.

"The taste of prosperity..."

Sun Xunqiao turned around and said to Ding Qiuqiu who was a few meters away:

"Have you ever seen the prosperous dynasty?"

Before Ding Qiuqiu could answer, he closed his eyes and listened to the cicada chirping that had not yet disappeared:

"Don't worry, summer isn't over yet."

…

In the fishing village by the river, Sun Xunqiao and Ding Qiuqiu were sitting by the window. Outside the window was the Black Stone River. The Qingjiang River reflected the sky. From time to time, the shadows of several egrets and herons could be seen passing by the river.

Seven or eight meters away, Liang De and a group of people from Sheng Wuxu Private High School sat at a large round table. There were bowls and plates on the table, and all kinds of fresh food were served like flowing water.

The group of people, represented by Bai Hekong, the leader of the Sun Dog Group, was so happy with the meal that they had forgotten all about the rescue plan.

Liang De also reminded Comrade Bai Hekong, hoping that she would correct her attitude, play a major leadership role, earnestly perform her duties, and not forget Sun Dog who was in urgent need of rescue, but she received a nonchalant answer:

"In the past year and a half, you can tell that Sun Gou is very happy as soon as he eats the food he has cooked. It doesn't matter what he does!"

Liang De grabbed a crispy meat egg roll from the wooden plate and said:

"Brother Gui, the only people who still want to help my senior brother avenge his shame are you and me."

"I gave him a decisive battle weapon and I don't use it. Mud can't hold up the wall. How else can I help him?"

Mu Yigui scooped a spoonful of the crispy fried chili from the soypot mullet fish and poured it on the potato powder in the bowl. He held the bamboo chopsticks and stirred vigorously, making the porcelain bowl jingle.

"Don't worry about him, just eat more. You know Sun Gou's usual virtues. This time, he is demented because of love. I don't know when the next time I want to eat so much of his food will be."

After all, he still occasionally glanced at Sun Xunqiao from the corner of his eye.

"How long can this illusion last?"

"It will be gone at 9:30 tomorrow night, and the time outside is 5pm."

Mu Yigui stopped mixing potato flour:

"Why tomorrow night? Didn't you say the day before yesterday that Sun Gou's imitation of Wanzai Kongqing's taste of time was very successful and could last until the beginning of autumn in the illusion?"

"My senior brother left 30% of his strength untouched. He didn't tell me why when I asked him."

"That means he has a secret back-up plan. Okay, Sun Gou has it all figured out. Don't worry about him... My crispy fresh meat rolls!"

...

Ye Shuangliu sat alone at a round table in the private room on the second floor of the Jiangpan Fishing Village.

Sun Xunqiao's dream swept the whole place, and she also stayed in this small town illusion for more than a year.

The table in front of Ye Shuangliu was also stacked with bowls and plates, with both land and water, fish and meat, but she only ate one or two bites of each dish and threw it away, asking the waiter to take it away.

She ordered, tasted and removed dishes faster and faster, and the disdain on her face became stronger and stronger.

"With just this little bit of ability, no wonder you used such despicable means to disturb my mood before the game.

I will definitely win this other-shore chef competition."

...

The next morning, on the streets of the small town, two gourmets who met in the illusion met face to face.

"Lao Li, have you eaten?"

"Isn't it on the way? Let's go to Linyuan Road to eat celery and sauerkraut noodles. Let's go together?"

"You eat this again. You don't get tired of it every day. That place is almost your regular breakfast shop."

"It's delicious. The more you eat, the more comfortable you feel. Sun Xunqiao's cooking skills are really good. It's a pity..."

"It's a pity that it's just a little worse than Ye Shuangliu."

"Who said it wasn't? I've been eating here for a year and a half. More than 100,000 people in the city are still thinking about her Tianxia Daji."

"If you want me to say..."

At this time, the sky suddenly became a little brighter. The person opposite Lao Li opened his mouth a few times, but couldn't make a sound.

All sounds were silent, and Xiyi Fa was forbidden.

After silencing everyone in the "Telepathy" illusion, the gentle voice of the president of the Beyond Chef Star Competition Organizing Committee rang in the ears of all the audience:

"Dear audience, due to the special circumstances of this competition, the organizing committee has carefully studied and decided to temporarily add a special rule.

After the judges' voting session, we will organize an audience popularity vote at the competition site.

The contestant who wins the popularity vote will receive 1.5 votes, and the popularity vote has the same effect as the judges' 3 votes.

The notice ends, I wish all audience friends a happy meal."

The unusually bright sky light became normal, and Lao Li and his friends regained the ability to speak.

Needless to say, this must be the work of the Shaolin consortium.

Sun Xunqiao's skills are not as good as others, so he created a popularity vote to help him win the championship.

"Old Li, who are you voting for?"

"Sun Xunqiao's dishes are really good."

"So?"

"I vote for Ye Shuangliu."

"Hahahaha, me too.

No matter how deep your background is or how powerful your school is, chefs, in the end, have to speak with taste!"

...

Bai Hekong tapped the popularity bar chart on the blackboard with his teaching stick.

"Preliminary statistics show that Sun Gou's support rate is only 16%. This is because 50% to 60% of the audience have a Shaolin background, tens of thousands of lay disciples came, and some people voted for friendship, otherwise it would be even lower."

"You calculated correctly, right?"

Liang De was puzzled: "50% to 60% of the audience have a Shaolin background, and my senior brother's support rate is less than 20%?"

"It shows that the other side of Shaolin is really a famous and upright sect, with good Buddhist teachings, high awareness of disciples, and helping the right side instead of relatives at critical moments.

You think everyone is like your Dongguo ancient boxing."

"What's wrong with our Dongguo ancient boxing? My master and the abbot of the other side of Shaolin Mengyi are equals. I am open and aboveboard, upright, and have always convinced people with virtue..."

Mu Yigui interrupted Liang De's unfounded boasting and said:

"The other side of Shaolin cannot be unaware of its own affairs, so this special rule is not added by Shaolin, but by other families who want to see Shaolin 's joke, plus these 1.5 votes, Sun Gou lost even more ugly. "

Lin Baolong, who had been silent all the time, said in a deep voice:

"It may also be the work of Southern Shaolin. This time their players withdrew from the competition in violation of the rules. If Senior Brother Sun, who holds the title of Northern Shaolin Mountain Gate Protector, wins, or if he loses not ugly enough, there will always be people who use him to step on the south and praise the north. "

"Ah, your ideas are so sinister. "

"Ade, Sun Gou is wrapped in your auxiliary internal energy, can you tear off his top chef's white towel? "

Liang De shook his head, "The effect of that strange item depends on the user's cooking level, and it's useless for me to help him tear it off. "

Mu Yigui whispered to himself:

"There are three Chijie in the arena, and we can't deal with all the spectators under their noses. What else can we do now..."

Liang De and Lin Baolong's thoughts also turned quickly, but the longer they thought, the tighter their brows frowned.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Bai Hekong knocked on the blackboard a few times, waking up the scheming men who were full of conspiracies.

Liang Deqi said: "Have you thought of a way to help Sun Gou win?"

"Hmm... No."

"Then why are you knocking on the blackboard? Have you considered the feelings of the blackboard?!"

"I think you think too complicated."

Bai Hekong put down the sea-blue teaching stick and said:

"When I went to count the audience's voting intentions, many people told me that the chef will ultimately speak with taste.

The more you think crookedly, the more you will go in the wrong direction.

Why do you just refuse to believe that Sun Gou can defeat that cheongsam girl with his cooking skills? Have you enjoyed the food that Sun Gou has cooked these days? "

"There are so many gourmets in the city who still feel that Sun Gou is not as good as Ye Shuangliu after eating for a year and a half. Are you the only one who can make a difference?"

Mu Yiqi dismissed Bai Hekong's polemical argument, pressed his hairline as he was about to retreat outside the customs to join the Eight Banners, and continued to close his eyes and think deeply.

"I can't eat anything too profound, but you can all feel Sun Gou's mood in cooking from the dishes.

This month, his mood is getting lighter day by day. Would someone who wants to lose do this? "

"What you said makes sense."

Liang De was thoughtful, his bright head shining with the light of wisdom.

"Sun Gou said before the competition that he was going to compete for victory this time. He is in such a good mood cooking these days...it doesn't look like he thinks he will lose.

Let's not worry too much. If we make a mistake, Sun Gou may shirk the main responsibility. It's just for one night. Let's eat and hang out and wait for the results. "

Mu Yigui opened his eyes suddenly, "How can you wait for the result!"

"Brother Gui."

Liang De pressed Mu Yigui's shoulder:

"Trust my senior brother once.

He tied his hands without using a towel, just to make you feel at ease. "

…

On the last night of summer, Sun Xunqiao took Ding Qiuqiu out of his hometown town and came to a creek winding through a pear forest.

The flowering period of pear blossoms is usually at the end of March or early April in the lunar calendar. This pear forest has already passed the flowering period. Only the faint moonlight is gently rippling in the ripples, and the light is soft and bright, just like the color of pear blossoms.

Ding Qiuqiu stroked the trunk of the pear tree and imagined the scene of pear blossoms blooming on the side of the clear stream.

"Summer is coming to an end."

Sun Xunqiao nodded and said:

"More than just one summer."

He stretched out his hand and broke off a pear tree branch, and the flavor of time imitating the eternal bluestone emerged from the palm of his hand. The leaves on the branch quickly withered and fell, and new green shoots grew from the dead branches.

The pear blossoms are blooming and the clear streams are rising and falling.

As Sun Xunqiao used the last 30% of his strength, time suddenly began to pass quickly in the small fantasy town.

When all the scenery returned to calm, Ding Qiuqiu, like all the people in the illusion, looked around with confused eyes.

Just now, living in this city for a year and a half seemed like a long, long time ago.

She no longer remembers much about the neighborhoods in this city, or even the taste of Sun Xunqiao's thousands of dishes.

Ding Qiuqiu felt as if he had left this small town and gone to a place far, far away, spent a long, long time, and then returned here again.

"I have been away from my hometown for more than ten springs. Although the old mountains are here, I don't care. There are pear trees and moonlight in the stream. I don't know who I belong to tonight."

The pear blossoms are in full bloom on the branches, and the stream is gurgling under the trees.

At the last quarter of an hour before the illusion ended, Sun Xunqiao brought out a small white porcelain bowl that seemed to contain pear blossoms and moonlight.

"This is the eight thousandth dish I have cooked for you, Lihua Xiyue."

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