Rebirth as a Cooking God

Silence fell.

The white rice cake pieces fell straight to the ground, like inflated Q-jin gummy candies. They bounced a few times before stopping.

The pure white color contrasts sharply with the black glossy floor.

Just like snowflakes falling into a black pool and being polluted, everyone present frowned.

The cameraman cleverly gave Wei Zhong a close-up of his hand.

Tremble!

In the picture, the hand that just held the rice cake was trembling so much that it could be seen with the naked eye.

There were even two fingers that were so tight that they trembled like an electric shock.

The atmosphere becomes subtle.

This... female director Lu Qinghong said amusingly, Chief Wei, isn't it just a piece of rice cake? Why are you acting like you've been exposed to deadly poison? Are the rice cake monsters so scary?

No!

Taking a deep breath, Wei Zhong did not look at the fallen rice cake, but stared straight at the face of Demon King Xia, staring at it.

The picture is frozen.

Wei Zhong's eyes were full of surprise and suspicion, and even more frighteningly cold than the young man had just offended him.

Ye Feizhou knew that he could no longer remain silent.

As the third person present with the Hand of God cooking skill, he certainly knew why Wei Zhong had such a big reaction when he touched King Xia's rice cake. Strictly speaking, that is the Hand of God hating and repelling each other!

As for why Xia Yu mastered the Hand of God and mastered this cooking skill to an astonishing degree in a short period of time, Ye Feizhou was actually extremely shocked.

Backstage that day, he handed over the fur of the Hand of God. Accordingly, Xia Yu only taught him the frame structure of the fish-shaped Tai Chi.

So, how does a trace of fur get bigger and bigger, extending infinitely outward?

Ye Feizhou's eyes concealed unrest.

Chief Wei, actually... He opened his mouth, but it was still too late.

you!

Wei Zhong stared at Xia Yu and said word by word: You stole my sect's inheritance?!

A low and evil voice, murderous intent leaking from the eyes.

There is no doubt that the Hand of God is the core secret of Huang He's lineage. Even if things are exchanged externally, such as Ye Feizhou and Xia Yu exchanging with each other, they are only handing over a shallow theoretical basis, which is very difficult. It is difficult to apply it in cooking practice and affect the dishes to forcibly improve the quality.

Different from Lei Aoxue and Seven Star Sword.

After all, the 'Seven Star Sword' was not forged by the Lei family, and was only owned by this lineage. Didn't Yizhang Qing Xiang'en use a set of knives re-forged by Master Luo Xie to install them and almost defeat the real owner Ren? .

The Hand of God cooking skill allows Wei Zhong to gain insight into a lot of information that cannot be collected by eyes and nose through skin contact.

To put it simply, the moment Wei Zhong touched Xia Yu’s rice cake, he felt chills all over his body!

It's the Hand of God!

He was certain.

and……

The other party's cooking skills formed a very strange picture in Wei Zhong's head——

A poppy in bud!

Faintly, the breathtaking purple color is flowing!

Steal? Xia Yu shrugged, Sorry, my cooking skills may be more authentic than what you learned!

The corner of his mouth raised a hint of sarcasm.

Isn't it?

Green upwards, his God's Hand was learned from the System, the Eight Zheng'er Classics, and he devoted his energy to practice hard, and worked hard to earn reputation points to improve his level.

Then, you told me it was stealing? Ha, did I make a mistake?

impossible!

Wei Zhong's eyes were filled with a beast-like desire to kill, In the Chinese world, I am the only one who inherits the Hand of God!

Okay, okay, I admit that you have a strong lineage!

Xia Yu yawned apologetically, pointed at the judges' seat, and then at the surrounding stage environment, The show is being recorded now. Our alternate Mr. Wang, can you please restrain your arrogance and arrogance first?

Wei Zhong's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his fists were clenching.

Everyone——

Xia Yu ignored the angry beast and went to the judges' table. The five judges, including the female director Lu Qinghong, all looked at him with complicated eyes.

There were one or two judges who hesitated to speak.

They wanted to ask about the conflict and the reason for the beast's rage, but they felt it was inappropriate.

Lu Qinghong smiled like a cunning fox. Xia Yu looked into her narrow red eyes and noticed a hint of meaning in her eyes.

To be able to run a variety show like Kitchen Three Kingdoms in such a prosperous manner that different female directors from Linchu can be hired every season. In addition to their ability to dance, their background and backstage skills should not be underestimated.

Rate it! Xia Yu looked away and said with a smile.

Hearing this, the judges each exchanged a look.

Swish.

After a while, the five scoring cards and the numbers on them were clearly captured by the program camera.

The female host said with a trembling voice: 19 points, 19 points, 20 points, 20 points, 19 points!

Three 19 points, two full marks!

The total score is - 97!

A very subtle score.

The atmosphere and the expressions of the audience in the audience are all subtle in capital letters!

It is only 1 small point higher than the 96 of the defending team.

With a very subtle point difference, he occupied the top spot in the rice cake competition!

Huh--

The camera panned again and captured Wei Zhong's back as he stepped down from the stage.

His back was still upright, but no matter how he looked at it, he looked a little embarrassed.

The instructor quits midway?

Female director Lu Qinghong’s smile froze on her face.

Xia Yu was also startled, He's quitting now? I'm still planning to tell him that Dahemi and that kind of mountain spring water are the magic weapons for our group to win. They are a wonderful CP pairing! Alas. Alas alas, I haven't finished speaking my lines yet, come back here——

Listening to his casual thoughts, Ye Feizhou was standing beside him, his face twitching hard.

He opened his mouth to Xia Yu, but finally couldn't utter any words of questioning. Ye Feizhou sighed and chased Wei Zhong away.

The recording of the program came to an abrupt end.

Card!

Lu Qinghong stood up, looked at her watch, and greeted everyone on and off the stage, Lunch break!

Only then did the silent venue begin to feel a little commotion.

Xia Yu shrugged, squatted down, and picked up the rice cake that had just fallen to the ground. He glanced at the nearby ground unintentionally, but his pupils suddenly shrank.

There is a discovery!

A little shining golden light is in the field of vision.

Feeling guilty, Xia Yu looked around. He kept his squatting posture, moved a few steps and stepped on the shiny object on the sole of his shoe. After a minute or two, he pretended to tie his shoelaces, but then he grabbed the object on the ground in his hand... …Wait, why am I so skilled? Thoughts were growing, but Xia Yu's movements only slowed down. He cleared away all the distracting thoughts and held the object firmly in his palm. As expected, he looked closely at the item information that popped up on his retina:

[Hand of God·Experience Card] (Purple)...

Boom!

The heart wants to beat out of the chest.

No way! Xia Yu exaggeratedly exclaimed, unable to believe it, This, this is a treasure lost?

Just about to ask the system.

What are you doing?

A cold voice came from behind.

Xia Yu, still squatting in a pit, turned around stiffly and said to Zhu Qing who was standing behind him, Have you seen everything?

Zhu Qing put her hands on her hips and stared at him with her black jewel-like eyes amusingly, Are you having trouble at home? You are squatting on the stage alone and talking in a daze... She found that she was too close to Xia Yu, and where was Demon King Xia? Squatting like a squat, Zhu Qing wore a woolen pleated skirt today. The hem of the skirt was above the knees. It was a short skirt, and her legs were exposed to the air without stockings.

One high and one low form a gap. What is the secret under a girl's skirt? Zhu Qing subconsciously covered her skirt, retreated to a distance that she thought was safe, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't mean to be crazy or anything, there was still a shadow similar in color to the fabric of the skirt in his field of vision. It flashed away in the absolute field position. Xia Yu muttered: These are really anti-human safety pants!

ha?!

A slightly cold hand grabbed his ear.

Zhu Qing lowered her body, her delicate cheeks flushed with embarrassment and came closer, Have you seen it all?