The dish on Li Quancheng is a flame pot sticker.

And Ichiro Tatsuki unexpectedly, he finally took a plate of fried dumplings.

Including the Chinese fried noodles in the first round, the pancakes in the second round and the snacks in this round, the Sapporo event finals are closely centered on Chinese food. The official mood at this moment is probably extremely complicated.

"Leave"

Seeing the two chefs serving the dishes one after another, before the reviewers started to taste, a group of participating teams left the seat.

The lens is given to the past.

In the picture, these people were all wearing black crane buckles with unicorn patterns. This traditional and ancient coat is more like a striking group clothing.

The number of people is the same as that of the Baiyulou team, with seven people, five special chefs and two giants.

Gin Dojima was afraid to watch the TV screen.

"This is the Bamianlou competition team!"

Focusing on the head of a special chef with an ordinary face, Gin Dojima said: "This person is named Lin Miao, the leader of the 'Five Mysterious Snakes'. According to my evaluation of Shiroichiro, he is not inferior to Li Quan at all."

"If Bamianlou hadn't voluntarily withdrew from the competition, the final of the District B would have been an indistinguishable battle."

Xia Yu was also looking at the group of people curiously.

There is no doubt that the "Bamenlou Competition Team" is essentially the representative of the dark world of China.

Outside the Chinese circle, the so-called dark chefs are actually a group of people who use taboo ingredients and food cells to perform improper activities. The "Food Club" is the representative of it. However, compared with some extremist organizations, the "Food Club" that is still well-known internationally is considered to cherish feathers, otherwise the official of the event will not allow their team to participate.

And the Chinese dark chefs are completely different from the infamous evil chefs internationally.

Simply put, one is to use the mind to flow, and the other is to rely on ingredients and power to destroy it.

Over the years, the dark world of China has not been a stagnant pool.

Zhu Qing said that in the early years, the mainland of China also set off a craze for food cells, namely the chef of the Fresh Domini, and many outstanding figures emerged. However, the trendsetters were too arrogant and angered and killed, and the forces that had just gathered collapsed. It is undeniable that from the past to the present, there are also food domini schools in the Mainland of China, which have just turned to low-key.

To be honest, if there is a chance, Xia Yu doesn't mind having a fight with the Chinese Dark Chef and having a chance to compete.

He had a strong premonition.

The discussion of greetings will come soon.

Xia Yu was already thinking about what recipe to use to say hello to the dark world.

After all, speaking of it, a lot of content belongs to the dark world.

Kitchen skills, kitchen utensils.

There are also many ancient recipes that have been branded with personal imprints.

...

The third round of reviews is underway.

The Bamianlou team left the venue early.

The two giants of Baiyulou, Lan Chuhan and Xue Feichen, looked at each other, and were helpless.

"Li Quan, this stubborn bull!"

Xue Feichen whispered, "I clearly told him again and again before I started, not to use "explosion" and avoid the edge! He still insisted on taking dishes with flame as the core. Didn't he hit the gun and seek abuse!"

Lan Chuhan sighed and looked at the judges' seat.

At this time, Li Quan was looking forward to watching the five judges who had tasted his "flame pot stickers".

But Li Quan's heart was gradually sinking.

The five judges' faces were never turbulent. Even if they swallowed most of the pot stickers in one bite, their reaction was as plain as water.

Li Han no longer played mobile games. He looked up and his eyes were thick and complicated.

"That's totally... I lost!"

After clenching his fists, a sense of unwillingness burst out in his eyes, but when he thought of the "intention" of being alone, Li Han was swallowing his saliva in fear. When he went to see his uncle again, there was only admiration and emotion in his eyes.

"Uncle Quan, I will accept you!"

Scream and give thumbs up to the chef on the stage.

Hearing the sound, Li Quan looked over, with only bitterness on his face.

Li Han understood the thousands of words in this bitter expression.

This is not a private fighting skill, but an international competition stage. Li's uncle and nephew both took the stage, but both lost in the "Breaking Flame" dishes. At this time, the Chinese food industry is probably brewing a storm.

In any case, Li's game in Sapporo may only be negative energy.

"no!"

"There is no power to impress me at all!"

"Not enough! Not enough flame!"

Five judges put down their chopsticks one after another.

"So, try my fried dumplings." Chiao Ichiro took a step forward.

This man, at international events, was still wearing a black close-fitting sweatshirt, not wearing a chef's uniform, but only a big apron, and his long red hair made him look mature and charming.

"Are you fried dumplings?"

Andrea put her cheeks on one hand, looking depressed, like a late-stage anorexia patient. She swept to Chiba Shiroichiro’s fried dumplings, her eyes were cold, and her words were full of rudeness: "If you still focus on cooking with 'fire' and use 'fire' as the soul dish, it would be better not to eat it, I will abstain from this!"

Luther, an authoritative researcher in igo, used a white handkerchief to wipe the oil on his lips, and seemed to be planning to taste it.

Upon hearing this, the chefs on and off the stage and who knew Andrea's words all had complicated expressions.

yes!

The "Seven Kingdoms Unified Fried Noodles of Xia Family" is in front of the pearls and jade, and the road has been cut off. The subsequent dishes with "flame" as the core will definitely fall into the abyss.

"It will be revealed after eating!"

Kazuo Ichiro said lightly.

"Then... eat and see!"

Adelaide picked up chopsticks and picked up fried dumplings.

Although pot stickers and fried dumplings are all made of skin, there are very different appearances and cooking methods.

After sniffing the smell, Adelaide's eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth and swallowed the exquisite and small fried dumplings in one bite!

"vomit!"

The earthquake struck and the tables and chairs were ringing.

The audience stared blankly at the sight of his hands tying his neck, like a young British man drowned and dying, all with a confused face.

Dry cough, dry retching!

But Adelaide held the fried dumplings in his mouth tightly. Even though his face was so swollen that he couldn't breathe with his hands, he was still chewing, his saliva was uncontrollable, and he squirted like raindrops!

"Ho, ho, ho"

Finally, after swallowing the food, Adelaide collapsed softly on the chair as if he had lost his strength.

Witness this scene.

"I'll try it too!"

The judge Shinichiro Furukawa also held the chopsticks and sent a fried dumpling into his mouth.

boom!

Although he was mentally prepared, Shinichiro Furukawa was still shocked. He stood up like a snake or scorpion, and his chopsticks fell to the ground.

"Shura, Shura!"

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and Shinichiro Furukawa shouted unconsciously.

Sta also stuffed fried dumplings into his mouth at some point, pressed the iron mask that was about to fall off his face with one palm, and said in a low voice: "...It seems like a palm breaks through the stomach bag, pierces the esophagus, taps into my mouth, and stretches open my mouth with all my strength... irresistible violence!"

Hiss!

What is the food memory of the lonely and widowed emperor? It was shattered by a ghost hand with blue veins!

The banned appetite suddenly tore a big hole.

"Rough, direct food!"

"Shura"..."

“Is this your cooking aesthetic?”

Soon, the five judges came back to their senses and stared at Chiba Shiroichiro's face and felt terrified.

"Unfortunate hospitality"

The man with the name of Shura just smiled faintly.

Seeing this, Dojima Gin in the backstage slapped his thigh.

"This guy is competing with you!"

He glanced at Xia Yu and said, "Zhengichiro actually hates his own food. If he hadn't hated him and let him go, he would have been Chef Lin long ago, rather than being a half-baked guy now."
Chapter completed!