MTL - Gourmet of Another World-Chapter 1820 I step by step, no need to retreat
A simple table.
Ordinary and ordinary, but in the ordinary, it reveals extraordinary.
Actually able to suppress, the kitchen **** dishes on the table, and even said that it does not look bleak!
That's the kitchen dish, using the finest ingredients from the world, the most precious kitchen utensils.
With ordinary dishes, it’s a day, a place...
The step raised his hand and made a gesture of asking.
After that.
In the void, a little bit of white light began to converge rapidly, and soon a group of people gathered.
The figure fell on the table and sat in the chair.
The figure is very vague, exactly the same as the figure seen in the dark before.
It is the kitchen god.
The kitchen **** did not speak. He appeared this time, but he was only responsible for the assessment, so he did not speak.
The step is also to open the chair, sit down, and look faintly.
He did not care about this assessment of life and death, and he was not even nervous at all.
The feeling is calm and calm, and this feeling is wonderful.
This is the last assessment.
It is more calm than the first assessment.
Or, this is the change in mentality.
The kitchen **** grabbed the chopsticks.
On the head of the mist, I can't see the face.
The chopsticks fell and a steamed dumpling was picked up.
The steamed dumplings exudes heat, and the dumplings are crystal clear. Under the light, the dumplings inside are reflected.
Very ordinary dumplings.
From the outside, I can't see anything strange.
Chef opened his mouth and took a bite of a dumpling.
Under a bite, the heat slid out like silk and spread into the air.
The taste of the dumplings is delicious, the watery cabbage is full of water, and the meat is full of chewy.
but……
These are not the most important.
After the kitchen **** bit a bite of dumplings, the body suddenly stopped.
After a long time.
It was a leisurely sigh.
The dumplings are stained with sauce, and the mouth is more fragrant.
A plate of dumplings, nine dumplings, a kitchen sip, actually all finished.
Ordinary dishes, actually let him can not control his own hands, completely stuffed into the mouth.
This feeling……
How many years have he not felt before?
Finished the dumplings.
Chef's eyes fell on the dragon's face.
On the surface of the dragon's mustard, a cute omelet is placed.
The omelet was uncovered and the hot scent suddenly emerged.
The soup of the dragon's noodles is very clear.
Squatting.
The chef took a sip of soup.
It is a strange smell in the infiltration.
There is no amazing taste, and the ingredients are just simple and ordinary ingredients.
But it is a fusion... but it is a kind of taste that makes him unspeakable.
This kind of taste makes his heart seem to melt.
Sitting on the chair, watching quietly.
Did not interrupt the kitchen **** for the taste of food.
After taking a deep drink, the kitchen **** spit out a sigh of relief.
How much exhaustion is there in this tone, how many misses...
Step by step, the eyes are slightly moving.
The kitchen **** is also a storyteller.
A bite of dragon's noodles, the soft palate, let the kitchen nod.
He buried his head, ate his face, ate eggs, and was very quiet. He only made a squeak when eating.
suddenly.
The steps are stunned.
Because he saw a little golden teardrops, dripping down from the foggy head of the kitchen god.
It slammed into the soup of the dragon's noodles, causing the soup to bloom in a circle.
Steps licked and didn't speak.
Perhaps, the kitchen **** has already felt...
The chef raised his hand and held his forehead, sighing while eating noodles.
That kind of posture, helpless and sad.
Although he is a chef, the supreme being, but to the sense of the step, the latter seems to be a mortal, is a simple person.
The dragon mustard has also been eaten.
There is nothing left in the soup, only one green onion sticks in the bowl.
The kitchen **** gently put down the bowl.
He picked up white rice.
Take a sip of rice, round rice, with fresh rice, eat in the mouth, chew, and even sweet.
A small piece of fried meat was caught, which was stir-fried with sliced thin and even pork.
A piece of meat entrance, the hand of the kitchen **** holding the chopsticks seems to be shaking.
Every dish contains emotions, which is the crystallization of the mortal life of the five centuries.
A variety of emotions are incorporated into it.
Such dishes may be more attractive than pure foods cooked with the finest ingredients.
The rice bottomed out and the small fried meat was finished.
Four simple dishes, all eaten clean.
However, the kitchen dish on the table left only a faint light.
It’s not so dazzling anymore.
The kitchen **** leaned back in the chair, and the steps did not speak, and he looked at him quietly.
This last test, the results, the steps are not clear.
Chef God doesn't know what he is thinking.
The feeling of the kitchen **** to the step, as if an ordinary person is generally **** and fleshy.
The latter looked at the sky, and the steps could feel the fascinating gaze from it and look at the sky.
That look, there is a story.
After a long time.
Chef God raised his hand and swept his hand.
The kitchen dish on the table disappeared.
“Really a perfect table.”
Kitchen Shinto.
His voice seems to have become very hoarse at this moment.
"The sensible dishes are really attractive, but this road is hard to go..."
Chef’s eyes finally fell on the side of the step.
The step nodded.
"If the sky is old, if it is to pursue love, it will age with the years... Five hundred years old, I have seen it."
"It's like a rule that can't be broken."
Chef God stood up and held his hand: "I just want to ask you again at the end... Are you really going to take this road?"
Step by step also stood up, holding hands, the two stood in front of the forest lodge, looking at the endless wilderness.
"I can't be ruthless, there is no way out."
Silence for a long time.
The kitchen **** showed a laugh.
"Congratulations, you passed the final assessment... Your dishes are very attractive, and the emotions are moving."
"In the past, I didn't understand this feeling. I thought that ruthlessness can be eternal, but I can't do real ruthlessness, and it will make me ruined, and eventually I will be in the sky..."
"I hope you don't step into my footsteps, maybe you don't need my inheritance... but I have to tell you that love is not so good, therefore, I will give you a retreat."
Kitchen Shinto.
Oh...
Everything in the forest lodge began to change.
The environment is collapsing.
After...
Everything around it has become dark and inky.
It turned into the darkness of reaching out.
Step by step.
He knows that everything just was not true, but the feeling is as real...
It is a kitchen god, and there is no surviving existence.
Oh...
A little light flashes.
The white light shines like a star bursting in the stars of the night.
In the next moment, the white light became more and more awkward, and a holy lotus floated in front of the steps.
"This is a love lotus. If you want to take a step back, you can eat it. It can make you forget all emotions."
The sound of the kitchen **** has become far away.
After...
A golden book slowly emerged.
The step recognizes that it is the recipe of the chef.
However, unlike the kitchen recipes that were previously incomplete, this recipe is complete.
The atmosphere of the supreme radiance is exuded, and the heart of the shocking step is not competing.
Is this the inheritance of the kitchen god?
Chef's recipes...
"This is the last inheritance, the inheritance of the recipe of the kitchen god... However, the recipe is ruthless, if you really inherit... you must erase all the emotions, forget about it, otherwise you will be the power of the recipe , tearing the soul."
The voice of the kitchen **** is very far-reaching.
Step by step gaze.
The kitchen **** is really ruthless, although there is a sensation in ruthlessness, but it is still ruthless.
Therefore, in order to inherit the inheritance of the kitchen, you also need to choose ruthless.
The step is hesitating.
He pursued the road of the kitchen god, and now he has come to the end, and he has a foot.
The end of the ruthless road is the recipe of the kitchen god.
Just choose to accept, will be turned into a new generation of kitchen gods.
At the other end, it is his own way out of love, but the feelings are full of fog, with too many unknowns.
One side is the road of the predecessors, and the other side is the road of oneself.
Which one to choose?
This is really a tough choice.
How to choose?
The steps are hesitant and contemplative.
A forgetful lotus blooms quietly in the dark.
Beauty can not be square.
Just look at it, it is like the mind will be completely sucked away.
Mu Hongzi once said that forgetting lotus can help him block a disaster.
Is this what this is?
If you choose the road of the kitchen god, you will not be silenced, which is also to block the disaster.
But... If you choose to have love, you are likely to die in the road.
Even at the end of life, you can't trace the true love of the kitchen.
White net forgets the lotus, white people can forget all the troubles.
Holy is the purest thing between heaven and earth.
If you eat the lotus, you can marry seven emotions, break the six desires... save countless penances.
How to choose?
The step did not make a decision immediately, sitting cross-legged.
The kitchen **** gradually turned into white light.
It disappeared between heaven and earth.
Step by step, looking at the forgotten lotus and kitchen recipes...
Sitting down.
After a long time.
The step raised his head.
His eyes gradually became firm.
Finally, raise your hand.
A group of fires emerged.
The flame floated, shrouded the forgetful lotus and kitchen recipes...
The hot flames are rolling, and the burning of the love lotus and the kitchen recipes becomes nothingness...
"I step by step, no need to retreat."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Between the heavens and the earth, the sound of laughter of the kitchen **** is lingering.
There is a little loneliness in the laughter.
The Baishi host, in the end, is in exchange for a host to pursue love.
Perhaps all this... is the real fate.
"I hope that you... will not regret the choice of today!"
Kitchen Shinto.
"Since you have chosen to be sentimental, then you can help you, hope you can really set foot on the highest peak!"
The kitchen **** laughed.
The white light points slowly emerged and spread toward the step.
Like a hazy mist, wrapping the body of the step...
The pace is quiet and standing in place.
The corner of the mouth is slightly twisted.
"highest?"
"Maybe, the kitchen may not be the highest, only higher..."
boom!
More and more white spots...
at last!
There are countless white lights in the eyes of the steps.
......
His eyes opened and his eyelashes trembled.
The whitish snow falls from the sky...
Falling on his face, the feeling of coldness...into the skin.
He... is it alive? u
