Chapter 219 (2/2)

Wait and see.

Wait for the order.

In fact, every powerful chef represents an interest group.

All of a sudden, I heard a Ding, as if it was time.

The middle-aged man completely ignored the surprised eyes of others and took two steps to an oven nearby.

Suddenly, he opened it, and a flame came out, spraying his head and face.

But he didn't seem to notice it. He looked round at a piece of barbecue in the oven.

It is a piece of hind leg meat, slender jade leg, with a slender jade foot.

Looks like a female, like - human?

Roar!

The crowd screamed, and the noise seemed to push people back. Even in the magic world, cannibalism is not a universal value

Hu Zinan stares at the words on the inner wall of the oven. His eyes are full of firmness.

He took out the suspect girl's hind legs and looked around him in a polite way.

However, with a Shua of his right hand, he drew out a knife.

A jade knife, a legendary kitchen utensil.

Ivy is no longer sensitive to the legendary kitchen utensils. Maybe, tools are tools. If they fall into the hands of bad people, they can only help tyranny. However, he can't forgive a murderous weapon beyond the cooking.

”Of course not!” You don't think I'm a pervert, do you

He said with a smile, ”first of all, I am a chef, a chef who is divorced from low taste. I only pursue elegant art. This leg is just a shape. Its meat source is a kind of ELF in the mountain forest. Their meat is tender and smooth, just like a girl. I collect the most delicate parts of them, and put them together with extraordinary knife work to make this leg In the process of making the ham platter, I mixed a lot of spices into it, which saved the pickling process. In addition, there are many other ways to play it. Ha ha, I mean eating method... ”He gently waved the jade knife, the legs from top to bottom, slice out the feeling of roast duck, one by one, as thin as cicada wings.

Ivy just watched him perform quietly. One foot cocked up and the other foot stepped on xiaopang's stomach. Xiaopang, like a pair of intestines, spurted blood from his mouth and pretended to be a fountain.

He looked at it with great interest. The golden leg meat had no appetite at all. The leg is really roasted outside and tender in the inside. It's so lovely. What's more, it has a strong fragrance, which is very attractive.

But after years of additives on earth, Ivey has been immune to similar illusions.

As a top chef, or a chef on the way to the top, if you can't recognize the ingredients, it's a shame.

It's not the mountain elves - the meat of a blue mouse - but the meat of the high elves of the black forest. Although they are not human beings, they are also intelligent races. Generally speaking, Ivy can't accept this kind of action. They are bred in captivity, eat green tea every day, and finally it's harvest time - how cruel is it?

At least on the surface, people are hard to accept, but some of the so-called primitive aristocrats, most of them are good at it.

It was a knife work. The leg had been pieced together and even salted to make ham, but it couldn't save Ivy's tumbling stomach.

These scum cooks have their own skills. It would be unreasonable for them to win the title of chef king.

You can't give up the world to the people you despise.

This sentence is the power source of all kinds of death for Ivy all the time.