Even Pseudo-girl Vampires Can Survive Calmly in Another World

I saw an old man dressed as a lioness sitting behind the booth, with a big wooden barrel beside him, and inside the big wooden barrel were small fishes still swimming.

"Could it be...is this his food?" A melon-eating crowd had an expression of disbelief on his face: "Is that a small fish that hasn't been processed at all?"

"Is that what he wants us to eat?"

"No," another melon eater who seemed to know a little bit pushed his glasses: "That's not an untreated little fish..."

"Old man..." He looked at the old man behind the booth: "You use extremely skilled knife skills to disembowel these small fish before you realize that they are dead, remove their internal organs, and cook them in a special way Done, made this miracle dish, right?"

"Hiss!—" The melon-eating crowd suddenly gasped.

Is there such a shocking swordmanship in the world? !

"Huh?" The uncle was taken aback, took off his bamboo hat, and scratched his own Mediterranean.

"What the hell are you kidding about? How can I have this kind of ability?"

"Huh?" The melon-eaters and the younger boy wearing glasses were all stunned.

"The old man, I secretly fished these lucky fish from the Yaochi Holy Land of the Queen Mother of the West," the uncle smiled triumphantly. "Just frying them is a rare delicacy, and it can prolong your life by [-] years. Who wants to eat it? [-] Annie coins a piece." .”

The uncle took out a pan and a portable gas stove from under the table.

boom--

A five-liter barrel of little bat peanut oil was placed on the table by the uncle, and it shook.

The most valuable thing present besides those lucky fishes is this little bat peanut oil, which costs 200 yuan in the supermarket.

"Uh... uncle, you... are not a chef?" Seeing the uncle lighting the fire and setting the pot with unfamiliar hands and feet, the young man helped his eyes that were about to fall.

"..." The people who eat melons are also sweating coldly.

grunt-

The uncle poured out half a pot of peanut oil, and muttered to himself: "It should be... almost? It seems that if there is too little oil, it will burn the pot... Do you want to add more?"

"Uncle, uncle?" The melon-eating crowd felt that it was a pity that those fish that looked delicious fell into the hands of this guy.

"..." The eyes of the chefs watching from a distance turned scarlet.

The best ingredients... the best ingredients... the best ingredients...

"Ah? You were asking me if I was a chef just now?" The uncle finally realized: "Of course not, I know how to cook, and I'm just here to make some money. By the way, who of you wants to eat fish? If you want to eat fish, you can eat it." Hurry up and give me the money, so I can fry it for you..."

puff--

A chef finally couldn't bear it, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell unconscious on the ground.

A second before I closed my eyes, I was still thinking—"Forget it, it's good to pass out, at least I don't have to watch the top-quality ingredients being ruined in front of my eyes..."

It's just a pity that the top-quality ingredients... It's just the first time I met you, and even you have never belonged to me, but I seem to have lost you three thousand times... Sigh, fate makes people...

at this time--

clap clap-

There was a sound of popping beans, and the heat and aroma brought by the most common roasted peanuts directly dissipated the high and quiet atmosphere of Fu Shengyu, bringing everyone back to the busy market in the world.

"The way to eat lies in the person, not in the food." The God of Cookery squatted on a chair, pushing a plate of fried peanuts onto the long table in front of him, with a calm expression, but he frightened the staff who lightly tapped the plate next to him.

"That, that—Miss Chef God, isn't it too much for one peanut to occupy one plate?" The staff saw the plates flying up out of thin air, and each plate was automatically loaded with a peanut, covering the long table to the brim. .

"One yuan per plate, eat as much as you want." The God of Cookery shrugged, not paying attention to the melon-eating crowd and staff who gradually gathered around, and just squatted on the chair to play with the wrist computer.

After a busy morning (referring to squatting on a chair to peel peanuts), I can finally take a break now.

"Uh..." The melon-eating crowd looked at each other, a little hesitant, not daring to go forward.

Why is there no normal person among the chefs I met today?Could it be that a super chef who has reached their level is no longer a normal person?

(Master Lin fainted from crying in the toilet.)

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The chefs walked out of the crowd as if they had a heart-to-heart connection, stood in front of the melon-eating crowd, and looked at the God of Cookery solemnly, as if watching... um, like watching the "God of Cookery".

"Annie, are you sure?" Miss Gabriel held Annie's little hand.

"I'm not sure at all..." Annie sighed: "I'm still far from her opponent, I didn't expect...Miss Chef's culinary skills are so strong, she really deserves to be the 'God of Chef'..."

"The cooking skills of the God of Cookery..." Dawei Tianlong walked up to Annie: "It has already been in countless competitions with the chefs of all civilizations in the universe...to a level that no one can imagine. It is said...even silicon-based life , she can also make perfect dishes, and conquer their tongues who knows where..."

"Terrible..." Miss Gabriel's small face was stiff.

"Terrible..." A little maid emerged from the shadow under Miss Gabriel's skirt, pointing to the peanuts on the plate: "She didn't add soul crumbs...but...we feel...that would be good eat……"

"Is it actually peanuts that even evil spirits can taste directly?" Annie's expression became serious: "Is this how you do it?..."

"Be careful." The God of Cookery said to Annie with a chuckle.

This kid is almost on fire...

What a talent...

"Is it really intentional?" The young chef with a turban on his head was stunned: "I think... I understand..."

"No, you don't understand." The God of Cookery looked at the boy speechlessly.

"Eh? Didn't sodium sarcosinate be extracted from pig heart and beef heart?" The young man scratched his head, his face suddenly paled: "Could it be... human heart?..."

"..." The people who eat melons are speechless, thanks to the fact that you still look like some kind of hot-blooded gourmet heroine, you don't even have this savvy.

"Don't be ashamed of yourself here!" A girl quickly knocked on the boy's head and pulled him back behind the crowd.

When the real boss talks, why are you joining in the fun, a rookie?

"Hehehe...it's finally interesting..." Guishen Shu dragged the kitchen knife hanging from his long hair to the ground, made a clanging sound, and walked forward slowly.

"Finally, there is an opponent worth fighting..."

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Today's last update is here! ~

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Chapter 1188 Chapter 1186 : The Final Battle of the God-Defying People ([-])

"What's your name?" The ghost stared at the God of Cookery for a moment: "Report your name, and I, the ghost, don't fight the unknown."

"The God of Cookery." The God of Cookery smiled and sat down on the chair: "You... want to challenge me?"

"Hiss—" The melon-eating crowd who didn't know the truth were shocked.

"Is this guy crazy? Before the God of Cookery battle is over, she calls herself the God of Cookery!"

"But they seem to have the capital of arrogance..."

"That's right, it seems that she is the only one with the best cooking skills in the field, and even her aura is different from other chefs..."

"I think the only ones who can be compared with her are those Fusheng fish, but that's just the ingredients... As for the chef... there is no one—"

"..."

"By the way, do you think that we are talking about each other like now, a bit like a character in a novel who specially highlights the main character from the side?"

The people who eat melons were taken aback.

"Ahem..." The vampire cat walked up to Miss Gabriel from the crowd, as if to show that he was a character with a face and a name, and not a character.

"Is it the God of Cookery?" Ghost God looked at the God of Cookery for a moment, and laughed: "Interesting, interesting..."

"Does that mean——as long as I defeat you, I'll be the new God of Cookery?"——Ghost God's eyes turned serious for a moment.

"It's good for young people to have self-confidence." The God of Cookery also laughed.

"Give me one." The shirtless man stepped forward, took out a dollar and stuffed it into the God of Cookery's cash box, then pointed to the peanuts on the table.

Before challenging a mysterious opponent, it is natural to know the strength of the opponent.

Other chefs also stepped forward to buy peanuts from the God of Cookery.

"As you please." The God of Cookery shrugged.

"Okay." The big man picked up a plate, picked up a peanut with his thick fingers, which looked ordinary except for its plump flesh, and threw it into his mouth.

click-

"Oh!—" The big man's tiger's body shook, and his tiger's eyes gradually shed hot tears.

"This... this smell... what's going on?... It's... It's..."

"It's the taste of my hometown..." Guishen Mo's voice was dull: "Hometown?...Do I actually miss that kind of ghostly place? It's ridiculous..."

"No, it's the smell of 'belonging'." Mercury chuckled, and looked up at the buildings in the small town: "She let us find our belonging, and we are completely at ease..."

"Hiss, hiss, hiss—" The ghost in the bed sheet seemed to bow to the god of food, showing respect, and other chefs who had eaten peanuts also bowed.

"Uh... is it really so magical?" Master Lin stepped forward, bought a plate of peanuts for a dollar, picked it up and ate it.

"..." Master Lin was stunned, silent for a long time, and finally let out a sigh.

"Oh... I'm really envious..."

I'm already 50 years old this year, and I can't even see the threshold of this level, but the "God of Cookery" has cooking skills of this level at a young age...

The younger generation is terrifying, the younger generation is terrifying...

"..." Master Lin walked into the crowd full of loneliness, ready to go back and continue selling steamed buns.

The next battlefield is not something a mortal chef like him can intervene in...

"Okay," Ghost God Setsuna raised the kitchen knife, pointing to God of Cookery: "Accept my challenge, God of Cookery, hehehe... I still really want to change my name to 'God of Cookery Setsuna'..."

"Uh, wait, wait—" a staff member trotted out: "The God of Cookery Contest is still in progress, don't mess around, if you don't go back to sell snacks, what are you doing here?"

"God of Cookery contends for hegemony?" Guishen Ji sneered, "If you don't even defeat the real God of Cookery head-on, even if you sell the most snacks and win the trophy you gave, can you still be called the real 'God of Cookery'?"

"Please, please respect the rules of the game, sir!—" The staff was a little anxious.

"Who is Mr.?" The ghost instantly lifted the messy long hair that covered his eyes, revealing a pale but beautiful face: "Who is Mr.? Blind you! I am a woman!"