strictlysupreme Chapter 962 Werewolf Killing
Chapter 962 Werewolf Killing
Chapter 962 Werewolf Killing
Coffee beans are beans, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call ground beans soy milk.
"Yongshi Group promised to sponsor the event with six months' worth of production value, hoping the organizing committee would serve you this coffee for advertising purposes. We have naturally punished this disrespectful act towards the cuisine and chef; the bribe-giver has been made into our staff meal."
The person in charge admitted, "But we genuinely believe that this coffee can be used as a tea to cleanse the mouth."
After being attacked by Mapo Tofu and steak, I accidentally drank the 'Coffee Fairy's Special Hand-Drip Coffee', which was so popular that it became a special drink provided by the organizing committee.
Even Su Lin was wondering if she should just fall asleep like that.
Unfortunately, the compressed caffeine bombards the brain like a siege engine, making it impossible to fall asleep and instead making one increasingly alert, with all senses amplified several times over.
'996 is a blessing you've earned through good deeds', 'How can you sleep like that?', 'Your age is the perfect time to strive!', 'You'll sleep forever after death, why sleep so much while you're alive?'
Under the influence of coffee, the brain begins to issue commands to the body, squeezing out and even overdrawing all functions, bringing the dying body back to its peak condition.
Fruity aroma, acidity, cocoa aroma, and layers of flavor—the essential elements of coffee—are no longer important.
Gabriel's eyes were bloodshot, and as her heart was filled with extreme pain, she pulled out the Doomsday Horn and placed it before her: "Human life is far too painful."
What are you doing?!
Your job is just to be a mascot!
Su Lin snatched the horn and said expressionlessly, "The coffee was so delicious that it brought me to see my grandfather."
"Perhaps," Ye Fan said slowly after his unfocused pupils contracted again, "it could be made into a pill to stimulate potential in a life-or-death battle."
"Distinguished guest, your strategic vision is truly astute; Yongshi Group has the same plan," the person in charge complimented.
“If we kidnap all the culinary demons here, we might be able to develop even more new projects,” Ye Fan said to Su Lin.
Person in charge: "?"
The reactions varied. Most people were still reeling from the explosion of flavors from [Heaven's Fall], except for Song Shuhang, who stared blankly at the coffee in his hand, his mind a complete blank.
Compared to the reward that Senior Su Lin mentioned, he sensed something was wrong before he even arrived and entrusted all the resurrection artifacts to Senior Bai for safekeeping.
This way, even in the worst-case scenario, you can exit cleanly and avoid being tormented to the point of exhaustion.
But why.
"This coffee is so effective?" Song Shuhang, who had been brought back to life by the awful taste of coffee, was on the verge of tears.
Then, the new dish was unveiled. It looked like ordinary mashed potatoes with tomato sauce shaped like a volcano, but everyone pretty much understood that nothing that was served up was ordinary.
Words like "ordinary" and "unremarkable" are extravagant fantasies when describing this match.
Mashed potatoes. It's not hard to guess who made this dish.
Su Lin and the others glanced at the group of waiting chefs and immediately spotted a tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed man who looked like the embodiment of a hero from a template: Potato Knight Gawain.
However, a problem arises: with examples like Satania existing, everyone can't help but wonder what kind of monstrosity Gawain's potato dishes will become under the magical modifications of his fellow chefs.
Whether it's defeating the veterans or mentoring the newcomers, ordinary contestants who have no culinary skills and are only registered as having bad cooking skills will definitely be led astray by the culinary masters, and might even be led astray to the extreme.
Therefore, you only need to take a look at the contestants in his group to know; if it's a "culinary demon," just PASS.
Yes, it's the culinary demon.
Beside Gawain stood a knight who was silently eating mashed potatoes from a large pot. He exuded a sinister aura and was haunted by vengeful spirits. He was definitely the type of undead knight. This mashed potato was probably a dark dish that only the undead would find 'happy' to eat. Hmm?
Just as more than half of the judges were about to skip the mashed potatoes, the undead knight suddenly knelt on the ground, and began to sob, as if recalling some painful memory.
The helmet, formed from pure negative source matter, gradually disintegrated, revealing a pale and ferocious face.
"Is it really that delicious?" Gawain looked at the empty iron pot and smiled helplessly. "I was thinking of bringing some back for my king and master."
"This nostalgic taste... I've lost."
The vengeful spirits on his body were purified, and his face, illuminated by the clear light, had such a calm gaze: "It tastes exactly like the mashed potatoes that bastard Gawain made, Knight. What's your name?"
“I am Gawain, a Knight of the Round Table under King Arthur.”
"Is it?"
The Wild Hunt's face froze, gradually cracking like ice crystals: "So this is hell."
click-
Before everyone's eyes, a continuous stream of seven-colored light began to emerge from the black smoke-like source matter, and finally, Wild Hunt and his entire armor exploded.
A blond man, a relieved smile on his lips, suddenly collapsed to the ground, his knees buckling.
"The five-star culinary demon, Gahoris, a fourth-tier Berserker, has been purified?!"
"Holy crap! The Stigmata have all collapsed?!"
"You must be kidding, those are spirits from the same era as King Arthur."
There was a lot of chatter around.
"So you are Gahoris from this world?" Upon hearing this, Gawain suddenly knelt down and grasped the other's hand, his eyes filled with tears.
"You must have been missing your brother's cooking all along. Cheer up! From now on, I'll make you as much mashed potatoes as you want!"
"Uh-huh!"
Gahoris stared wide-eyed, pulled out a letter of extradition to Paradise that he had kept in his collection, tilted his head, and breathed his last. Then his soul emerged from his decaying body and ascended to Heaven along the beam of light that pierced the sky and sea.
“Gahoris—!” Gawain cried out in grief.
Why do we still see family dramas like this, where long-lost reunions are followed by immediate heartbreak and death, in cooking competitions?
Well, it seems that the happiness of memories and family affection overcame that unconventional path of culinary delusion.
But is this thing really okay?
Lu Mingfei tentatively scooped out a spoonful of mashed potatoes drizzled with ketchup, while the others looked at him with slightly scrutinizing eyes. At that moment, Su Lin put it in her mouth without the slightest hesitation.
Varied!?
Everyone turned their heads, staring in astonishment at the pioneer seat in the main seat.
He frowned, paused in his swallowing, and after about ten seconds, he made a disgusted expression: "The potatoes aren't cooked, they taste awful."
Oh, it's just that it tastes bad.
"Phew!" Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting any ordinary or unpalatable dish, he put the spoon into his mouth.
A faint, pungent smell, a mixture of rust and cheap sulfur soap, quietly permeated the air, silently eroding the oral mucosa.
In that instant, Lu Mingfei wanted to spit out this mud bomb, which felt like torture to keep in his mouth for even a second longer, but he saw Xiao Yan sitting next to him clench his fist under the table, veins bulging.
Guru
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed.
"I," Xiao Yan said, lightly covering the corner of his mouth, "I feel fine."
???
If it were the old Lu Mingfei, he would have thought Xiao Yan had lost his mind. But after hanging out with these bastards for so long, he understood just by seeing Xiao Yan's trembling lips.
If no one else eats, then only the person who ate will have their health bar deducted.
Furthermore, the accumulated "Su Lin Points" in the prize pool will decrease. If you collapse first during the later cooking sessions, it's like you've done all the work for someone else.
Animals. Animals. The first rays of dawn!
This behavior is absolutely despicable!
"Gulp." Lu Mingfei swallowed expressionlessly.
Similar to unripe jute leaves, unripe potato chunks, and tomatoes with excessive acidity, it caused a sore throat and gastrointestinal discomfort, but a burning sensation started spreading from the lower abdomen.
A strange light flashed in his eyes, as if he had returned to medieval Europe, where wounded warriors retreated from the battlefield, thirsting for blood.
"Marching requires calories, and hunting hellish creatures requires even more calories, plus a mix of various nutritious ingredients and sugar."
Before the establishment of what is now known as the Grand Mystic Ritual, this is how knights lived at the end of the Age of Gods. As a result, I became an undead knight after death due to the large amount of abyssal poison accumulated in my body. Where did the poison come from?
When there are no ingredients, you have to make do with what you have, even using some bean-like plants from hell as food. Later I learned that thing was called a potato. — Gahoris
Potatoes swell like compressed biscuits in stomach acid.
They seek the heat needed to survive from the abyss and hell, even if there are toxins and side effects, because no one knows if they will live to see tomorrow.
Eating this dish will allow you to live.
"Hmm, so-so," Lu Mingfei said with a smile.
Klein nodded expressionlessly: "It tastes better than black bread mixed with pebbles and sawdust."
“Indeed,” Zhang Chulan said.
Zhongli: "."
Paji——
Feng Xiaoxiao fell into the mashed potatoes and mumbled, "Kill me."
Big sister, this is nothing! Why don't you go sit at the table with Xiaoyuan, Xiaoxiao and Nannan?
By now, all the private chat cooperation and mutual assistance, the alliance has been completely dismantled. No one can be trusted anymore, and since he has consumed such a terrifying substance, he naturally wants to drag others down with him.
Klein raised his eyes and glanced at Su Lin, his expression grave: 'Oh no.'
The atmosphere at the dinner table was no longer filled with laughter and jokes; it had become increasingly heavy.
"That's enough preparation, bring everything out at once, pfft!" Su Lin pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth, still maintaining a smile.
Yes
I don't care if you all team up to fleece me, because once the first person lies, the seeds of suspicion and betrayal have already been sown.
At the Last Supper, everyone can be the "twelfth disciple".
Even if they realized this, it was too late. In the end, only one culinary king could chase after "ONE PIECE".
You can quit now, but all the suffering you've endured so far will have been for nothing.
Some victims of financial pyramid schemes also have this mentality: even knowing they've fallen into a trap, they still deceive themselves and seek to recoup their sunk costs.
Therefore, they could only drag those around them down with them.
The only difference is that Su Lin's promises actually came true in the end.
'Has this guy's technique not rusted at all?' Meng Qi frowned.
During Bai Yujing's more than 30 years, after graduating from university, he was reported to the police by fraudsters in the AA Park. After the police came to his door to file a case, he didn't use this trick for a long time.
Since Su Lin was the first to taste it, Meng Qi was careful not to follow suit, but it became difficult to distinguish the difference later on.
After taking a deep breath, Su Lin immediately put on a smile again: "I remember there are some really delicious dishes in Chef Demon's Cuisine."
"It's probably because these athletes are all on extreme tracks," the person in charge said, wiping his sweat.
The atmosphere was tense and hostile, the malice emanating from these beings nearly driving him to the brink of madness. After all, not all the contestants in the Chef Demon Organizing Committee were exceptionally talented.
Lord Gahoris's wild cuisine was delicious, but it also brought the purest calamity. However, it just so happened that Gawain appeared out of nowhere and was completely ruined by a plate of mashed potatoes.
"Quickly, bring the dishes up."
Soon, a pile of dishes was placed in front of each judge.
This time it's a basket of dim sum, very similar to crystal shrimp dumplings in Cantonese cuisine, with a bright iridescent sheen on the surface that makes it look very appetizing.
Then
Who should start eating?
"Don't be so polite. We're not asking you to pay." Su Lin picked up a piece and examined it briefly, but could only tell that it was a mixture of vegetables and meat filling.
He put it in his mouth, his eyes wide as he pointed at the steamer of pastries.
“It’s delicious!”
Ha ha
Everyone stared at him, wondering how long he could keep up the act. But then, seeing that no one was touching their bowls and chopsticks, Su Lin quickly finished his own basket and glanced around before reaching for his chopsticks.
Shi Hao's gaze sharpened, and he grabbed a piece and put it in his mouth.
A complex blend of savory, salty, and sweet flavors converged in his mouth, the scalding juices mixed with an ethereal quality, so delicious that he wished he could eat his tongue.
and many more? !
The calamities accumulated in the body and soul from the first few dishes tasted are gradually dissolving, melting away like snow.
春天
It was as if sunshine had fallen into my heart, and even the restlessness and depression lessened a bit.
So that's how it is. Are they using the judges' bodies as a battlefield to discuss their theories?
Shi Hao suddenly realized, and then found it somewhat amusing, because Su Lin used that strange technique to turn their physical bodies back into mortal beings. No matter how strong their will was, they would still experience some emotional fluctuations due to the interference of the cooking.
The dish I'm tasting now is fundamentally different from the previous dishes, which were essentially the essence of calamity. As I chew, the previous pain and bitterness seem to fade away, immersing me in this wonderful warmth.
Repairing the soul, enhancing vitality, and offering sacrifices.
Feeling the sudden increase in his cultivation level, Shi Hao put down his chopsticks.
"It's just cooking a dish, is it really worth risking your life for?"
"Fellow Daoist, aren't you in the same boat? Your cultivation has been reduced by more than half, hasn't it?"
"I don't understand what Xiu means."
Sanji, with his white hair, flicked his cigarette and glanced at the group of culinary demons: "But if cooking doesn't bring happiness, then it has no meaning, right?"
"What do you say, Lady Bie Xue Xian Ji?"
"The title 'Lady Fairy' is too strange. My friend, you might as well just call me by my name." Fairy Bie Xue, whose skin was loose and who looked slightly old, smiled.
For those veterans, this may just be a competition, but for true chefs, it is about upholding their path with their lives.
The chef in front of them was just like them, a kindred spirit.
Sanji: "Dear Bessue, are you free after the match?"
"Fellow Daoist, we are not acquainted."
(End of this chapter)