A halberd with no cheers or discussions went straight to the most exciting ending.

"Pu"

The old man Xia Qing held a clean rag in his hand and kept transporting the bamboo tube that had been roasted for a long time from the grilling net.

The bamboo tubes fell on the large plate, like sugar cane, stacked one by one, without any unique plates.

A certain bamboo tube was placed on a plate and suddenly trembled and made a pleasant sound. It was obvious that the fire was too much in the past hour, and the bamboo was dried up and cracks that were visible to the naked eye began to bloom on the surface.

In this way, all the bamboo tubes of this large plate were brought to the review table.

"People, please enjoy—"

Xia Qing said.

Behind the table, the five judges who had taken off their hoods and showed their true faces, all looked up slightly at the burly Xia Qing, with either indifferent or showing kindness.

Yan Qi is the friendliest of the five, with a smile on his eyes.

The old man from Wei showed his hostility without any concealment and his eyes were cold.

He and Huang He were originally the Dragon Master of Baiyulou. They must stand on the same front, that is, in the same camp, to the outside world. Even if there was nothing happened ten years ago, Wei would have cast such a cold look at the guy who dared to provoke Baiyulou's majesty.

Old Lan and Old Li are neutral, with a plain expression.

The most incomprehensible thing is the leader of the Chinese world in the center. His eyes are always looking at Xia Qing, neither hostile indifference nor kindness, as deep as an ancient well, and quiet and quiet.

No one responded to Xia Qing, and the scene was a little awkward for a moment.

"Old man!"

Xia Yu subconsciously clenched his fist, and there was a trace of sweat on his palms.

Ding Ding!

The crisp sound of the quilt falling on the ground.

Everyone followed the sound and saw the hunched yellow crane, who was as weak as if he was in a hunchbacked manner, wearing heat-insulating gloves, and took out the heavy roasted crane from the fireplace and placed it on the kitchen counter with a bang.

The platform was laid with lotus leaves early, and Huang He grabbed a sharp knife. With a wave of his hand, the light of the knife pounced on the lower abdomen of the roasted crane. Therefore, the open mouth that had been sewn with sheep intestine thread was neatly cut by the sharp blade.

But this time it was different. The sharp blade swung away, and within a second, there was a smell like a smoke bomb hissing and released, covering the entire lobby in an instant.

Since the halberd food, the audience, which had been silent for 2 hours, finally there was a riot.

“What a delicate smell!”

Xia Yu's face shook in the scent of the thick fog.

Yes, slender.

Just like the hands Xia Yu saw before, it was jade-like and delicate.

How to describe it? From the perspective of heat, whether it is the taste of the crane meat itself or the taste of some firewood, it has nothing to do with "exquisite".

Baking should correspond to the original and bold style, because this is the cooking method that uses flames most directly.

Even if we don’t talk about the heat, from the perspective of the ingredients, Xia Yu and the audience were not blind, and their memories were good. Naturally, I remember that Huang He poured a lot of fresh crane blood into the crane’s stomach...

The blood itself carries a fishy smell, right?

The fishy smell is completely related to "exquisite", "slim" and so on, and it has nothing to do with it!

The smell is like a smoke bomb, released fiercely and goes quickly.

When Xia Yu woke up slightly and looked at the roasted crane on the lotus leaves on the table again, his pupils shrank suddenly.

A snow-white spiritual crane was standing on the table, surrounded by mist, like a fairyland.

"Isn't this crane already slaughtered..."

I couldn't help but rub my eyes.

The picture disappeared, and what you saw was just some bright red rice balls.

Huang He took a wooden spoon and dug out the fishy red rice grains from the crane's belly. The rice was clearly divided, and each grain was like a blood semen stone, with a terrifying flash on the surface.

Such red rice that waters the blood is gathered together, crystal clear, like a carnival of artistic treasures, making people dizzy and fascinated.

"ah--"

Zhu Qing covered his mouth with both hands and exclaimed, "I saw it again!"

"Yes, I saw it again!"

Xia Yu was shocked inexplicably.

The crane emerged again, but this time, it was dancing on the glass rice bowl that Huang He held in both hands, with awesome spirit.

Suddenly, the crane stopped, with its wings closed, and its eyes looked down on the audience. The pair of red eyes that looked like red lacquer gave people the feeling of those precious rice grains.

"Xia Qing, let me do it first-"

Huang He put the glass rice bowl on the judging table, and the face finally stopped being expressionless, with a hint of ridicule, "Isn't there a saying in the Japanese world that is very popular... Is it a loss to go first..."

"Yes, I will lose first."

The old man Xia Qing nodded and made way out of his way.

Seeing Xia Qing so straightforward, Huang He was slightly surprised, but this little surprise was quickly broken by his confidence. The Dragon Master of Baiyulou nodded and said, "I admire your momentum and courage."

Subconsciously, he acted in a lofty manner.

"I remember, ten years ago, you went abroad to avoid cooking skills, at most, the road to Lin has reached the end. In the past ten years, you have broken through to the dragon level overseas. I am too lucky to be safe in the corners of the overseas. I can't say that the Xia family can still be a mountain king in the corner, so why do you have to come back and disrupt the situation?"

Huang He said lightly.

"I, unlike the three old guys you defeated before, I was the dragon level more than ten years ago."

"I know." Xia Qing replied.

"Ha, it seems that you are mentally prepared to lose." Huang He sneered gently, "Can you afford the defeated halberd agreement? Let's do this, I give you the opportunity to voluntarily abstain from leaving the Loulin ship here. I just think that this halberd has never been done. We ended with a draw, and there will be no gossip in the Chinese world."

"Then……"

Huang He's eyes turned slightly cold, "Retreat overseas, don't come back, be a mountain king in the Japanese world."

Xia Qing shook her head, "Have you said enough?"

"Select the food--"

His answer was so concise.

Huang He sneered, "Since that's the case..."

Five small bowls were placed on the table, holding a spoon, and serving rice to each small bowl.

Yan Qi had just heard the two of them confront each other. At this time, the first one picked up chopsticks, his eyebrows were frowned, and he picked up a ball of blood-colored rice grains cooked in the crane's belly.

In his slightly slight gaze, the tiny crane shadows appeared inside these rice grains.

It was like a crane was imprisoned in every grain of rice.

It was just a ball of meter, and on the chopsticks, it gave people a strange feeling of weighing more than a thousand pounds. Yan Qi's palm holding the chopsticks trembled slightly.

"Wanhetu!"

There was a low voice on the side.

Old Lan, Old Li and Old Wei were also sucked into their eyes tightly by the rice balls on the chopsticks.

"light--"

The Chinese leader in the center suddenly shouted.

Bang!

A second or two later, a beam of light descended over the lobby and landed straight on the glass basin of Huang He’s hands.

Ten thousand cranes dance together!

The food scene that burst out in an instant was like kicking over a crane's nest.

"Is it hallucination?"

Xia Yu rubbed his eyes, and watched the scene disappear.

But there was a gasp beside me.

Zhu Qing collapsed in the seat like a limp, sweat beads on her smooth forehead, her little mouth kept opening and closing, and her breath was spitting out, and her delicate face was covered with shyness and fear. In Zhu Qing's head, thousands of cranes had just spread their wings and rushed towards her, forming a white wave tearing her apart, as if it was really happening. She curled up on the chair, hugging herself tightly with her arms.

Xia Yu opened his mouth and was about to ask, but his face suddenly changed.

Zhu Qing closed his eyes, and all the shyness and fear disappeared, and a peaceful look gradually appeared on his face.

On the broadcast screen.

The old man Xia Qing uncovered the "lid" of a bamboo tube on the top.

Rice grains are exposed to the air.

At the same time, the artistic conception given by a dragon chef to food was also poured out completely at this moment.
Chapter completed!