Xia Yu simply uncovered the lid and waving, his voice became clearer. The situation inside the noodle bowl was fully displayed in the broadcasting camera. Even if he didn't look at the big screen above his head, he could vaguely see a "ball" of red flames, with a big fist, in the middle of the black and white yarn, and was as passionate as fire, and he was desperately blooming.

So, a hint of dark red was rendered in the black and white silk.

"What is this? I think many people know it." Xia Yu grinned.

"Fried sauce, noodle?"

Nakiri Sensaemon said hesitantly.

Zhu Ji shook his head, "The authentic fried noodles, in the 'fried sauce' refining step, meat is indispensable. It can be pork, chicken, or beef. Is the method of making the sauce base similar? It is similar to stir-fry the meat and add various seasonings. Among them, dry yellow mayonnaise is the most important. Be careful when collecting the juice, and not too dry..."

Suddenly realizing that his answer was off topic, Zhu Ji stopped talking and raised his hand to point to a ball of fist-sized 'red sauce' in the noodle bowl, with a smile on his lips, "So, this is not an ordinary bottom of fried sauce, the ingredients are scallops, shrimp, abalone, mushrooms, potatoes, and eggplant."

"Are there 6 types in total?" Nakiri Ssaemon nodded.

Of course, the only thing that can be dyed with this ball of material is the passionate red color, and the only thing that can be crushed with dried red peppers is torn.

It also has a strong aroma of pepper.

Thinking of Xia Yu holding a Chinese pot spoon, filling oil, cooking and frying peppercorns, and pouring strong oil into the chopped peppers and these ingredients, he got this thick hot fabric. Many people looked at the mat and swallowed in fear and licked their lips, "Dig a trough, chili, peppercorns, this combination... the refreshing and joy of the two servings added together?"

At this time, Xia Yu spread his hands and said, "In fact, my noodles are very refreshing and never have a heavy taste."

You're cheating!

I won’t talk about the red material base.

The black and white, black and white faces are inconspicuously afraid.

Everyone complained in their hearts.

"Can you tell me where your creative inspiration comes from?" Zhu Ji asked, staring.

“Um…”

Xia Yu frowned in distress, "Why will my decisive recipe end up in the form of noodles? Ah, I don't understand it very much, that is, it's natural and smooth. It's like starting with fried rice with eggs and ending with noodles that everyone knows and has eaten."

"but."

"I melt all my feelings into a stove and put them in a bowl, and you will feel them."

Upon hearing this, the five people in the judges said nothing and picked up their chopsticks together.

Swish.

As soon as the chopsticks were pounded, the black surface silk and the white surface silk began to be messy and mixed with each other.

The material placed on it also dispersed from the condensed hemispherical shape.

A large amount of black and white flour shredded with the material crushed powder was sent to his mouth. First, the three sages of IGO made a whimpering sound. Lance was originally a small taste of tasting experience, but suddenly his eyes bulged and his appetite burned. The swallowing in a small mouth immediately turned into a voracious swallow. While sucking the noodles shredded, he exclaimed in a refreshing tone: "Unexpectedly delicious... The black noodles are indeed cuttlefish noodles, and the white noodles are potato flour? But why are the elasticity so amazing? Also, the ingredients of dried scallops, shrimps, abalone, mushrooms, potatoes, eggplant mixed with chili and pepper, why is it surprisingly matched? Ah, the sun's... breath?"

Lance stopped and couldn't help but observe the noodle bowl carefully.

Completely messed up.

However, there were still a few pieces of the originally condensed material that had not melted and disappeared into the silk thread.

More saliva was secreted from the mouth. Lance took a spoon in his left hand, and then scooped up a piece of unmelted sauce, including shiitake mushrooms, abalone, shrimps and eggplant crushed. They were stuck together because of the cohesive nature of the mashed potatoes.

Swallow imported!

The eyes widened, bloodshot crawled.

"Boom--"

A copper door with two blood-red characters "Death Door" was opened with a loud hole.

Behind the door, there is a red world of purgatory, with ghosts and monsters everywhere.

Hiss.

Lance couldn't help but stick out his tongue and sucked his breath. He only ate the bottom of the ingredients. The hot pepper made him unable to resist, so he held the chopsticks and lowered his head to eat a large bite of noodles into his mouth.

Another door opens, which is the door of life.

Refreshing came to my face.

"sun!"

"Sunlight!"

Lance's eyes were filled with tears.

The transformation between the moon and the sun is just in one mouthful.

"It's my 'extreme'!" Nakiri Ssaemon opened his mouth wide when he looked at the infinitely deep world behind the door.

Not far away, looking at the front row of the mat, the old monk Ichima, who came with Nakiri Sessaemon, looked at the broadcast screen and suddenly chanted: "All things are impermanent, whether they are born or destroyed, whether they are born or destroyed, and they are gone, and they are dying, and they are dying and destruction.

"This is a sabi that contains the ultimate truth of 'impermanence'!"

The old monk saw the prosperous era of cooking oil in the fire when he was making trouble with the noodle bowl.

The noodles that seemed to be very heavy-tasting were wiped out by the judge in less than a minute.

On the table, 5 empty bowls are arranged neatly.

Juji, Lance, Nakiri Sensaemon, like a baby who got a new toy, his quiet face showed joy.

The IGO sage, who is at the lower level, seems to have fallen asleep, his eyes half open and half closed.

After a long time, Doris spoke tentatively: "Everyone?"

"Ha ha--"

Lance laughed like a dream, "This is the world! It's colorful!"

The sakura nodded and looked at Nakiri Sensaemon in shock.

If Gaius's "roasted pickled octopus" is to look at the big picture with small eyes and use telescope-like props to carefully peek at the "Sea World".

Then, Xia Yu's "immortality" is depicting the real world of cuisine with very real brushstrokes.

‘Grilled Marinated Octopus’ comes with a cheerful BGM of the octopus dance.

And the "Impermanence" and the BGM background music should be the underworld, deep, reincarnation, and nirvana.

From the perspective of melody performance, Xia Yu's "impermanent side" won in the judges' seat.

Undoubted victory.

The complex and mixed tunes are interpreted to the extreme, and the difficulty is... so that the scalp is so tingling, no, even the soul is trembling, only Azuki, Lance, Nakiri Sensaemon and others understand deeply.

The more you know, the more terrifying and terrifying you feel.

"This...is your 'must kill'?"

Nakiri Sesaemon asked slowly, his tone seemed awkward.

Xia Yu smiled refreshedly: "Well, I am personally satisfied with the killing. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Lance barely restrained his expression, and his eyes staring at Xia Yu were filled with helplessness and distress, "I said, you are too awesome."

"Kill? Dragon must kill?"

A sage hissed and shook his head, "This dish is only the height of a dragon's killing. I think this is equivalent to setting up an insurmountable high wall. Who dares to claim to have created a personal dragon's killing in the future?"

"Why! I can't control my thoughts. I just want to throw my gold votes against the empty bowl in front of me!"

bite.

Coins fall into bowl.

I was confused when I watched the seat.

Is this what if the God-killing is successful?

At this time, Xia Yu didn't care what the judge was saying, and he was happy to check the system's pop-up information.

The cooking level of Lv100 is no longer improved.

On the recipe column, a new unnamed recipe that is in the same position as the "Mother's Sun Ball" recipe, sparkling.

"Please name the recipe."

"Although it's a bowl of super fried noodles, ah, considering the future classics and the needs of the history of the famous food industry, you still need a well-known name... It's 'Impermanent Noodles'."

Xia Yu thought happily.

"What a joke!"

Unwilling to be a defeated roar, Xia Yu glanced over, "Okay, just now your eyes invited me to taste your 'grilled pickled octopus', and now I also invite you to taste my 'impermanent noodles', and each other."

So Xia Yu left and brought another bowl of noodles, and Gaius, who had snatched the chopsticks and tasted it, became petrified in place.
Chapter completed!