A broken waist warning from a god judge

Candlestick cut Guangzhong's chef career is facing the most severe test.

He has met all kinds of spiritual judges. Some pay attention to appetite and are willing to spend most of their wages to buy precious ingredients;

However, the food they need is within the normal range. No matter how terrible the ingredients are, Candlestick Cutting can lift the kitchen knife, chop it off without hesitation, unload it into a shape and size suitable for cooking, and then steam it. .

But can anyone tell him how to prepare a bottle of colorful gemstones.

From the perspective of passers-by, this bottle of gemstones can be said to be beautiful. They are stacked together with large and small corners. In addition to the beauty and attractiveness, what makes people more concerned about it is the price behind it.

——It is very expensive at a glance!

The black-haired young man took a deep breath, and first found a shallow porcelain plate from the cabinet. This was the style that was only used for whole fish sashimi before.

He poured all the gems from the jar on top, temporarily separating them into little piles by color.

The red ones are used to make spicy chicken and boiled fish, the yellow ones are made into pine nut corn and crab, and the green ones are mixed together to become a healthy vegetable salad. As for the rest, it is better to make a colorful rainbow jelly.

Candlestick tried his best to restore the requirements on the menu. He really didn't know how to make the dishes, so he turned his brains around and came up with some dishes that he was good at and tasted good.

Well, finally took the first step.

Then he got stuck on the second step.

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

Standing in front of the cooking table, the candle holder let out a piercing laugh at the gem in front of him, and half of his face seemed to be hidden in the darkness: "Isn't it just chopping and cutting, I can even cut a candlestick Broken man, this little problem is nothing."

Zhong Zhenzong, who was hiding under the window and listened with pricked ears, trembled.

He felt he shouldn't have followed.

This little light is broken!

It's broken!

broken!

Originally, he stayed outside because he cared about the other party. He was afraid that some irreversible accident would happen in the kitchen, so he forced himself into a dilemma.

The blue-haired dagger tightly pursed his lips, not knowing whether he should go out or just slip away quietly.

The resentment wandering around in the room seemed to come out from the cracks in the windows, Taiko Bell lowered his body even lower, so as not to be discovered by the candlestick Kiri Mitsutada in this state.

If he is discovered, he will definitely be washed and rinsed and put on a plate, and given to the god judge as a dish.

Taiko Bell, who had imagined the scary scene in his head, covered his mouth with his hand, for fear of making any sound that should not be made.

In view of the fact that the kitchen is too far away, what happened here did not affect the trial courtyard at all. Zhongfu watched helplessly as Yingwan and Jinjian disappeared at the gate, and the two gates closed after a dull collision sound. It was tightly locked and did not move for a long time.

Jinjian's personal changes had little impact on Fu Sangshen.

Maybe it's a blindfold, isn't it?The magic effects of human beings are very magical. It may be difficult to deceive our eyes, but it is not impossible.

This kind of self-deception was instantly shattered after seeing Yingwan.

"So, that God-inspector can really change the form of Fusangshen?"

Cattail's voice was quite soft, but it fell on everyone's heart.

"I remember, I used to be a naginata, right? Does it mean that I can also change back to my original appearance?"

"Hey Gukuu Toshiro, tell me, am I right?"

The indifferent young man who was questioned did not answer, he stood there quietly, nothing could leave a mark on his heart.

"Forget it, what's the use of asking you."

Cattail smiled casually, turned around and left, his usual bright smile hung up again: "What's the use of asking you."

Even if that adult can repeat the sharpened sword as before, this decision must be made by themselves.

Jinjian was just an accident, but Hotaru gave them a correct demonstration. If you want to get something, you must give something first. Isn't this the truth they have long understood?

"Anyway, this door can't be knocked open, so I'll go first."

Zong San Zuowen yawned, and his whole body revealed a strange laziness: "When will you be able to go in, don't forget to inform the Fusangshen of the entire Honmaru."

He lightly exhorted, nodded to other colleagues to express his gratitude, and left simply.

Natsuo and Sozo played an exemplary role. With them in front, the rest of the people exchanged glances and dispersed, leaving only Tsurumaru Kuninaga standing still.

"You guys are so stupid."

He was alone, and Tsurumaru didn't seem to be in the slightest panic: "Someone will deliver food later, can't this door be opened?"

When the time comes, he has the cheek to go in to visit the judge, and I believe that the thin-skinned valet like Hotaru will not refuse.

As long as this idea is sent to the God Judge, the particularly eloquent master will definitely not refuse his request, but will let him enter this small courtyard.

But I don't have any idea of ​​growing up, and I don't have any lost memories to retrieve, and I don't have...the request to erase the brand left by someone. An idle person like me can really become the final winner.

Tsurumaru stood where he was, and made himself happy.

About an hour later, the figure of Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada appeared at the end of the path.

In his hand was a horribly large food box, which was tightly covered so that no scent wafted out.

"Wow~"

Tsurumaru let out a false sigh of emotion, pretending to be shocked: "I didn't expect you to actually make those stones into dishes."

He held out his hand, looking like he wanted to do Candlestick a favor and bear the weight together.

"Don't bother you."

Candlestick cut his feet and dodged the hand: "This is an important item entrusted to me by the god judge, and it must not be touched by unrelated people."

"Guangfang, you are too heartless."

"To shut up."

The black-haired Taidao stared at the other party with a bit of fierceness in his eyes: "Don't call me by that name."

"I know, I know, what are you doing so fiercely?"

Tsurumaru shrank his shoulders in fear of being frightened by his little friend: "Then let me knock on the door for you."

He was so enthusiastic that he knocked on the door before the candlestick was cut, his knuckles banged on the door, reminding the people in the courtyard that the food they needed had been delivered.

"coming."

Hotaru glanced at Imaiken, motioned him not to go in and disturb the judge, and then walked towards the door. Candlestick Kiri and his food box would definitely be put in, but the whining white-haired young man next to him...

"Hey, can you convey the request for a meeting to the God Judge for me?"

At this time, he was completely different from the impression he gave people just now. He was calm, noble and gorgeous. After he put away his teasing attitude, he seemed extremely reliable, and people couldn't help but want to trust him.

It's just a pity that Hotaru didn't like this.

"Please wait."

He nodded politely to Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and turned sideways to let the candlestick go in: "I will convey your request to the god judge."

"Then trouble you."

Tsurumaru smiled brightly.

Zhu Keqie marveled at his face-changing technique that was greasy one second and refreshing in the next, and the image of a slightly neurotic enthusiastic youth was instantly reversed.

I really can't see what this person is thinking.

Stepping on other people's bottom line and teasing and teasing, at the critical moment, he retreated steadily like a god, and after showing some other angles, the bad impression left by him was directly wiped out, and the game of turning the prodigal son back was profound and simple. .

When a good person does evil, everyone will think that he is showing his true nature; when a bad person becomes good, everyone will be moved that this person is still good.

Very unfair, but also an undeniable fact.

The words swirled around in his mouth, Candlestick hesitated again and again and still didn't say the words of persuasion.

He was afraid that his well-intentioned reminder would be taken as a gossip behind his back and leave a bad impression on the judges.

There is no real evidence, and there is no so-called monitor in this pill, just relying on one mouth to make the other party believe in oneself, one must have a glib tongue.

"Ugh."

Without paying attention, Candlestick Che sighed.

Yun Jin was about to pick up the red gemstone in the spicy chicken with his chopsticks, but he sighed and put down his chopsticks.

"cough."

Hotaru coughed in a low voice, hoping that the wandering Taidao would realize his mistake.

"My lord, is it because the taste of the food is not to your liking?"

Seeing that the other party hadn't reacted yet, Yingwan had no choice but to ask Yunjin what she thought about the food.

"You can't say it's not to your liking."

Yun Jin's small face wrinkled into a ball: "That's right, there are too many other things in this dish."

For example, the inexplicable chili slices, the diced white chicken, and the crispy and delicious peanuts...

She pointed out all the parts she didn't eat, and said that in the future, only the sauce and gems would be enough.

"Except for these unpalatable places, the rest are super delicious."

The judge gave a thumbs up and praised.

The candlestick fell silent, and after a while he raised his head and looked straight at Yunjin: "Mr. God Judge, are you..."

"Picky eaters?"