Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

The central market of the city that never sleeps was shrouded in dark clouds, and the market was lit up with bright red festive lanterns. The sea of ​​red lights stretched for ten miles, forming the shape of a giant lying dragon, with even its scales and claws clearly visible.

The location of Longmu is the most eye-catching place of the Changqing Banquet, where the citizens will hold a grand competition.

This competition will select the best chef to be the chef of this Evergreen Banquet. The food prepared by the contestants will be judged by ten of the most respected people from all walks of life in the city that never sleeps, who will taste and comment on the dishes prepared by the chefs.

Their evaluation represents the evaluation of the entire citizens of the City That Never Sleeps.

This is exactly the Evergreen Banquet mission that the system has assigned to Zhang Chunliang and other players. They must prepare dishes that will satisfy all the citizens in this game. Failure of the mission will be regarded as a failure to pass the level.

Judging from the current situation, this task is actually not particularly difficult. They only need to gain the recognition of these ten bigwigs, which is equivalent to gaining the recognition of all the citizens in the city, and the task will be completed. This makes Zhang Chunliang's previous worries seem a little ridiculous.

But think about it, how can one person prepare enough food for tens of thousands of people to taste at a banquet?

Zhang Chunliang was extremely anxious. After being persuaded by Tingying, he weighed the pros and cons and chose to enter the competition and complete the main task.

"You are not as experienced as Mad Dog and I, and we are more than capable of protecting ourselves in the face of danger, but you are just a dead giveaway." Tingying's words were blunt and merciless. "Looking for someone in the city that never sleeps will really attract too much attention. In order to avoid arousing suspicion among the citizens, why don't we split up into two groups? You will be responsible for completing the main mission, while Mad Dog and I will be responsible for searching for the whereabouts of the boss."

"Mad Dog and I are really not good at cooking, but you must have your own skills to be appreciated by the Third Young Master. Among the three of us, you are the most suitable to complete this task." Ting Ying softened her tone, "I have a hunch that if we still can't find the boss by the end of this Evergreen Banquet, then the only hope of passing the level lies in you. As long as you hold on until twelve o'clock tonight, you can complete the dungeon. At that time, the tunnel between the dungeon and the plane will open, and Mad Dog and I will have a way to escape at that time. But you must be careful, because something big will definitely happen before twelve o'clock. I leave you three life-saving props. I hope to see you alive and kicking when we meet again."

Tingying's smile was forced. Zhang Chunliang could feel her anxiety. She thought that everything that was happening now was beyond her plan.

However, her years of experience in completing dungeons allowed her to quickly organize the most optimal distribution. The three life-saving props she gave to Zhang Chunliang were a puppet man, a cute little yellow dog, and a cheap sticker similar to those on low-quality bubble gum.

Tingying quickly explained the usage of the props, then said goodbye to Zhang Chunliang and disappeared into the bustling crowd.

After Zhang Chunliang left the City Lord's Mansion, he put on his "human skin Zen robe". Except for those who were familiar with him and could recognize his identity as a player, the rest of the citizens of the City That Never Sleeps did not pay much attention to him.

He exhaled deeply. Although he was in a bustling crowd, he felt a sense of panic as if he was facing a huge army alone.

"You have to face these things yourself." Zhang Chunliang patted his face, trying to calm down.

In the distance were three registration desks, with citizens who wanted to register forming long lines. They were either carrying or carrying pots and pans, which contained the test questions that qualified them to register.

Zhang Chunliang arrived too late. At this rate, he might not be able to pass the preliminary exam even if it was almost midnight.

"Why are the people in front of me so slow? This is my third time participating in this competition. Every time, the preliminary round ends before it's my turn! It looks like I can only join in the fun this time." Someone complained loudly in the team.

"I started queuing up last night! My pastry is almost going bad, but I still can't get to the front!"

These complaints attracted the approval of others, and the line began to become chaotic. Some people took the opportunity to squeeze forward and try to cut in line.

But before he could take two steps, a sharp whip came over, knocking over both the person and the things he had, and breaking the pots and pans all over the floor.

"Ah! My fish! I spent half a year preparing for this dish!" The man screamed and tried to gather the broken food on the ground with his hands, but to no avail. In the end, he could only kneel on the ground and cry bitterly, holding the broken porcelain bowl.

"During the competition, no disturbances are allowed. Violators will be severely punished!" The non-commissioned officer who rushed over after hearing the news was furious.

The tragic condition of this person scared away many people with ulterior motives, and the team slowly returned to calm.

Zhang Chunliang's sense of smell became extremely sharp after being enhanced by the God of Cooking tattoo. He took advantage of the chaos to walk past the team and analyze the contestants' dishes through their sense of smell.

What these people brought was basically meat, but it was hard to tell what kind of meat it was.

The species difference between the two worlds is so huge that even the God of Cooking is helpless.

But he suddenly thought of what Tingying once said - in the city that never sleeps, vegetables are the most precious dishes for the citizens, and often only wealthy families can afford them.

Most of the citizens who came to line up were dressed very simply. Zhang Chunliang guessed that they also hoped to stand out through this competition and cross the class barrier in one fell swoop.

Such a background means that most of the citizens cannot get the best ingredients. Even if some people do, they are reluctant to bring them to the preliminary round.

This means that foods with vegetables may stand out in the initial test.

It just so happened that there was a "plant" in Zhang Chunliang's backpack that could be made into a dish.

Soon after he woke up in the beautiful monk's courtyard, he discovered that there was an extremely beautiful red lotus in his empty system backpack.

It was exactly the same as the red lotus blooming in the pond in the backyard. At that time, he was in a hurry and did not have time to ask the monk why he gave him a red lotus.

And now, he could use the red lotus to make a vegetarian dish.

Because he had already planned to complete the cooking task for the Changqing Banquet, Zhang Chunliang would put the extra ingredients and utensils into his backpack while cooking on weekdays. Now it just solved his urgent problem.

He looked around and finally chose an open space close to the team. He found some tools and hastily built a stove. With the ready-made kitchen utensils and seasonings in his backpack, he prepared to cook a dish of red lotus porridge.

The strange aroma of the red lotus combined with the finest glutinous rice from the Third Young Master's mansion will make a pot of thick, soft and glutinous porridge after stewing for a while.

Zhang Chunliang used the free clean water and carefully prepared the ingredients and put them together. With the help of his cooking skills, he handled the food very well.

However, when it was stewing, the sudden fragrance from the pot began to make him dazed, and he often had the urge to taste it.

There were even several times when he unknowingly brought the spoon to his lips and almost put it in his mouth.

This made him break out in a cold sweat - he did not forget that drinking the water here would cause him to be deformed and gradually transform into a citizen of the city.

Time is running out now. If he gets infected, he won't be able to run to the monk for help.

So he had to suppress his terrible thoughts and watch the fire to prevent the porridge from being overcooked. He was sweating profusely and had a splitting headache, and had no time to pay attention to his surroundings.

Before he knew it, many citizens of the City That Never Sleeps gathered around Zhang Chunliang.

The increasingly tight encirclement finally brought him back to his senses, but it was too late.

At this time, a group of unfamiliar smiling faces were approaching his head, staring at his porridge and swallowing their saliva.

“It smells so good…it smells so good…”

"What does this taste like? I really want to have a taste..."