Hell Chef: My ingredients are weird

A few diners in the shop obviously also saw Su Xianlong's intentions, and after looking at each other, they followed out.

Like to watch the excitement has always been born with all human beings.

Song Yu also wanted to watch the excitement, but after Su Xianlong went out, she turned into a sword light and left towards the distance.

Can't keep up...

So Song Yu gave up and continued to open the shop.

In the past few days, he has been wandering around Liangcheng, and found that the ghosts and monsters in Liangcheng really disappeared completely.

Song Yu looked at the menu.

There are fewer and fewer high-level dishes, and the high-level ingredients in my hands have been exhausted, only one Nether blood locust tree and a lot of low-level ingredients.

The only ones that are still on the top are Wensi Tofu and Dongpo Pork.

It is estimated that no one can afford Wensi tofu in a short time, but Dongpo pork should be okay, right?

Why are these people not moving it?

Or is it because of the supernatural powers of the water system?

If it is fire or gold, will it be sold soon?

Song Yu was not sure.

But the silver-level dishes seem to be the most popular at present, and they are also affordable by diners.

Gold-level dishes depend on one's chances, not everyone can have heaven-level wonders like Lin Yuan.

Low-level dishes are all mass-produced food. It is impossible for Song Yu to make dishes that need to be made one by one, which would be too time-consuming.

So the focus has gradually shifted to mid-to-high-end dishes.

Except for the lowest-level dishes, the dishes in the range of hundreds of points to five thousand points are the most consumed by these masters.

Those with more than five thousand and bronze rank are the fewest, while those with silver rank are snatched as soon as they come out, leaving only one dish left.

Gradually, Song Yu had an idea in his mind.

The next day, diners who came to the store early in the morning suddenly found that the door was not open.

Hanging on the door is a sign that the owner is out to collect materials and is temporarily closed.

"Why did Boss Song go out again?"

"By the way, what are Boss Song's ingredients? I've never seen them before."

Someone asked curiously.

The diners who came one after another were a little confused.

Isn't the ingredients just flour, vegetables and meat?

But soon, someone guessed: "It's definitely not an ordinary ingredient, and the taste is different. My family used to use top-notch special vegetables, and they didn't have the taste of Boss Song's shop, let alone the effect."

"Have you seen when Boss Song went out?" someone asked.

Everyone was silent.

Everyone actually knows that there are spies from various forces around the shop, and everyone knows it well, so it's a bit embarrassing to say so.

...

Hundreds of kilometers away, a gray-robed man stood at a fork in the road.

He looked at the two roads ahead.

One is to lead to the deep mountain next to it, and the other is to continue forward, there should be a small town.

"Help me choose a path, it's best to meet high-level ingredients."

After speaking, he took out a kitchen knife from his waist and threw it out.

The tip of the kitchen knife pointed straight at the direction leading to the small town. Seeing this, the man in gray robe caught it without letting it fall to the ground.

This way, it is relying on the kitchen knife to guide the way until it arrives here.

The man in the gray robe was Song Yu, his face was not covered up at all, but it was no longer his own face.

This is one of the reasons why he dared to go out.

The gray robe on his body was made of sheets.

He accidentally discovered that this bed sheet can be transformed into a cloak-like clothes, and can change the appearance, and perform the most top-level camouflage. When he looks in the mirror, he will always see this strange face, let alone other people.

When he discovered that sheets could transform clothes, he knew he had underestimated the things in the store.

Following the direction pointed by the kitchen knife, he moved forward all the way, and finally arrived at the town at noon.

In the small town, people come and go, it is very lively.

Song Yu was very surprised. According to the current urban and rural structure, most people would go to the city to buy a house, and there were very few people in the towns.

And here, there are old people and children, as well as young people. There is no scene of middle-aged and old people plus children in the middle of the street as I imagined.

"It seems that this town is developing well."

Song Yu sighed and walked into the street.

The town is not very big, there is only one long street, about one kilometer, residential houses are built around this street, and there are shops on both sides of the road.

Looking at it like this, it is busier than the city, how could there be ingredients?

Wrong kitchen knife?

Song Yu shook his head again, and began to observe carefully.

But obviously, everyone here is fine.

The exercises I practice are special, but if these people have problems on a large scale, I will be able to detect them immediately.

The idea that the whole town was controlled by ghosts was eliminated from Song Yu's mind.

So, what else is possible?

The ingredients that are recognized by kitchen knives can't be just a resentful soul or a ghost, right?

At least come in red.

Song Yu wanted to try his fighting power a little bit.

Hong Yi is at the same level as himself, and only when fighting at the same level can he show his true strength.

Song Yu continued to walk a long way, and finally found the clue.

People here don't look right on their expressions.

Children are quite normal, but adults, middle-aged and elderly people, they seem to have discovered themselves as outsiders.

Song Yu was surprised. Normally speaking, even in the same town, people would not know all the people on the street.

As for the gazes of these people, if there were only one or two, Song Yu might ignore them, but more than half of them showed him the look of looking at strangers, which made him have to pay attention.

Song Yu ignored them and walked to a noodle shop on his own.

"Boss, have a bowl of fried noodles." Song Yu said.

"okay."

The boss agreed, but when he looked up and saw Song Yu, his eyes were surprised for a moment, and then he smiled again.

"Guest please wait a moment, I will do it right away."

This kind of small noodle restaurant is basically covered by the owner alone, the cashier, the chef and the waiter. At most, there will be a waiter who entertains the guests and clears the tables.

Not long after, the boss came to Song Yu with a bowl of steaming fried noodles.

He was very close, and put the fried noodles in front of Song Yu.

"Guest, your chow mein is ready." He said loudly, as if giving the name of the dish.

Before Song Yu could be surprised, a voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it.

"Young man, get out of town as soon as you finish your meal, and never come back."

Song Yu was surprised, and looked up, only to see that the shop owner had returned to his smiling face, and he didn't see the way he was talking carefully to himself just now.

"What's the meaning?"

Song Yu opened his mouth slightly, and the sound transmission reached the shopkeeper's ears.

At this time, it was the owner's turn to be surprised.

But his expression management was in place, and within a second, he returned to his usual expression.

He thought for a while and said in a low voice: "If you are targeted, I'm afraid you will never be able to leave the town for the rest of your life."

Song Yu nodded and started eating noodles without answering.

The store owner showed a gratified smile.