"This... what kind of 'egg rice' is this? I heard the sound of sun-sun fried rice... It tastes so thin and soft, just like there is an air-like partition between rice grains... Ah, this natural sweetness, the smell of air, combined with the fragrance of the sun, I, I seem to have returned to sleeping in the quilt dried by my mother when I was a child, my mouth was warm and so comfortable-"

When the beautiful female host was not clear in her speech and expressions were broken, and she expressed her own taste, with the order of the dragon head ridge, the "porridge trouser" built at the foot of the mountain began to operate normally.

The masses rushed to line up to get a small bowl of rice.

Although Zhu Ji and Yan Qi have not yet revealed the real answer and are speaking the name of "Mother Sun Ball", the memory of this recipe from the source of the Light Realm seems to be rooted in the deepest part of everyone's minds. Even an ordinary person, when he saw Xia Yu's vivid and shocking outdoor cuisine, he felt very familiar... I seem to know this dish!

Therefore, under such a strong psychological driving force, the atmosphere of the lunch box team was so warm.

At the same time, the dishes were also passed on to the platform where everyone in the dark world gathered.

"Here's here!"

Wu Yingying couldn't wait to start eating.

The food inevitably lost its heat during the transmission process. Before she tasted it, she was worried that the fried rice would be cold, and the taste would plummet. Who knew that after taking a bite, she immediately ate like a sun, and Wu Yingying's eyes were wide open.

Wu Jin chewed, with a pure and innocent expression on his face without any warning, like a baby, but his mouth was low in the thick voice of an adult: "So that's it!"

"Why is the finished product of the 'Mother Sun Ball', it looks like a giant ball... I have always had such doubts in the past. The source of our dark world, the 'Eight Formations of Demon Breaking Demons,' is similar to the banquet form of the Manchu and Han banquet. It relies more on the combination of ingredients and dishes, reverses the Yin and Yang and Five Elements, and plays the evil intention of controlling people's hearts..."

"So, "The Eight Demon-Breaking Formation" is not a dish, but a group of banquet dishes."

"The combination of dishes, the rules of 'qi' and 'five elements', are particularly particular... in other words, they are matching!"

"But in comparison, the "Mother Sun Ball" which is the source recipe, looks too casual and reckless in the combination and form... Now I finally know that the so-called "Sun Ball" is not less particular and secret than our "Eight Demon-Breaking Formation"!"

Hissing.

As the teeth chewed the rice, it seemed as if Wu Jin could hear the squirting and flowing sound of the air.

The sphere is by no means a simple gimmick.

It contains the secret of 'gravity'!

It’s very simple. Rice rolls down the steep slope of the Great Wall. In this snowball effect, the rice balls also gather a lot of air... This is why it tastes much softer and fragrant than ordinary fried rice!

Wu Jin feels that "Mother Sun Ball" is well-known.

On the other side, Li Han was breathing in his mouth, "Hiss, good guy... I can't understand his use of 'hot' at all!"

That being said, Li Han, the chief of this year's "Five Chinese Shows", looked out and said that the "black iron plate" laid on the city wall was being dismantled and transported down the mountain by staff.

Li Han's eyes showed a trace of thought, and he could barely understand.

His ancestor Li Wannian also said before that Xia Yu specially controlled the temperature of the "egg rice" to about 7 mature, so the remaining 3 mature... the secret is on these "black iron plates"!

sun!

Black iron plate!

Isn’t this a very classic ‘solar radiation’ tool? No, here it should be called cookware.

Add to the layer of lard that Ye Feizhou and Wei Qinglian painted on the white cloth strips before, and Li Han screamed, "No wonder he specifically looked at the weather forecast! He also said that this dish can only be made on the Great Wall!"

Tang Yuqiong covered her mouth tightly and felt as if she swallowed the swelling marshmallow. She took a slight bite and instantly filled her mouth with fragrant smell.

The mouth was stretched out by unknown force, and a trace of saliva flowed out from the corners of the mouth.

Paired with the innocent and unpretentious expression on the face.

Tang Yuqiong felt that she was ruined by the "Sun Touching Claw".

The taste reactions of the friends were all very different.

However, as one of the few top dragon chefs in the Chinese world, what Wu Tong had eaten was, in addition to a layer of strong sun power, and even more intensely stimulated his body to a numb and trembling breath!

"It's so crazy!"

"He's really crazy!"

Wu Tongpin's 'will' in the cooking was shocked and shocked, and was anxious, "With his current performance and level, what's wrong with doing, he insisted on seeking death to provoke a king!"

Thinking of this, Wu Tong looked at the city wall at the top of the mountain, but who knew that after he had caught a blank, Xia Yu had already waved his hand and said goodbye to the camera and disappeared.

In the tower, Xia Yu pressed his chin against his face without obvious happiness or pleasure.

A system information is being displayed on the retina.

78%.

Well, Xia Yu doesn't know what to say about this red color, are you satisfied or not. Logically speaking, the first time you try to restore, this level of completion is worth celebrating, but at the current level of cooking, even if it is a source recipe, "completeness" is not his only pursuit.

He cared more about what he got from this attempt.

The result is quite gratifying.

"How about it?"

There was an old voice behind him.

Dragon Head Zhu Ji said: "For you, has it been successful?"

"I think it's OK!"

Xia Yu waved his hand and walked away.

As soon as he left, the old man Xia Qing also came down from the wooden ladder, "Have he gone?"

After saying that, he planned to climb the ladder.

"You didn't eat it?"

Zhu Ji had no object inquiry, but suddenly stopped Xia Qing. The old man put his hand on the ladder and said without looking back: "Are you referring to his dish?"

"The will of war, will. I ate it."

“Um…”

"Is there anything else?" Hearing Zhu Ji's mumbling voice, Xia Qing stopped on the ladder, his face was not very good-looking.

"never mind."

The red halberd is far away.

Xia Qing said angrily, "Don't open your head and stop talking. Swallow it back halfway through the words, it's really annoying!"

"You are not at the level of your life, but Yan Qi and Wu Tong must have eaten it."

“…”

The veins in the shape of the "well" appeared on Xia Qing's forehead.

This answer is true.

He also probably heard a subtext: You were dumped by your grandson.

This made Xia Qing even more annoyed.

Perhaps he suddenly realized that the atmosphere in the tower was very stiff, with a faint aura of anger, and Zhu Ji slowly said: "That is the 'Tongtian Avenue' that is being pursued..."

What? Xia Qing was surprised. Of course he knew what the so-called "road to heaven" was.

Good friend Sessaemon Nakiri mastered the "extreme".

Yan Qi also has the "Five Elements" that he has explored from the foundation of the dark cuisine world.

In fact, when Xia Qing chose to leave Japan and return to China, he wanted to use the heads of a powerful enemy and an old enemy to try the sword to sharpen his sword. He had been in the realm of Dragon for several years. Seeing that Nakiri Sessaemon was about to kick, he became more and more anxious, so he returned to China to find an opportunity.

Who knew that before he could figure it out, his grandson walked in front of him openly.

"And, I saw more than one road."

“…”
Chapter completed!