Quiet!
Dead silence!
When King admitted that he understood the prophecy, the scene fell silent for a moment, and you could hear a needle drop. Everyone looked at each other in confusion and looked at him with strange eyes.
After a while.
Xi Dabawa coughed slightly, and her white eyes stared at King tightly, as if she could see through King. She said slowly: "King, I know you want to divert my attention and make me feel at ease. However, You are worrying too much. I have predicted countless disasters in my life and seen countless death scenes from the crystal ball. Moreover, I have lived to a great age and am satisfied. As for death...if it is destined by God, Then I can accept it."
“…”
King was speechless for a moment. He was right. He did not know how to prophesy. However, I had read the comics and knew the direction of the plot. It was equivalent to a prophecy. I knew that you, the old man, would die before Boros came, and that he would die in frustration. On a throat lozenge.
By the way, it’s time to remind Xiqi about the Boros disaster. Since Xi Dabawa predicted his death, it means that Boros is coming soon, and the destruction of City A has entered a countdown. This is something he can’t stop. He All he could do was remind Xiqi to evacuate the residents of City A to minimize casualties.
"Ha, Lord Xibabawa, the king's approach may be a bit surprising, but I think you really don't need to be so nervous about death. We will always guard you to prevent any accidents from happening." The zombie man smiled slightly.
Flash stroked his beloved sword with a calm expression and said nothing.
Hey hey, you don’t believe me so much
King smiled helplessly and didn't say much. People didn't believe it, and you couldn't prove that you really understood the prophecy, so you could only keep an eye on it.
The few of them chatted for a while, and under the arrangement of the staff, they temporarily stayed in this large palace.
…
King, Zombie Man, and Flash guarded Xi Daba Wa. At the same time, he also reminded Xiqi that City A would encounter a devastating disaster. As for whether he believed it or not, it was up to Xiqi to judge. Anyway, he Unable to produce convincing evidence, I only tried my best.
Time passed day by day, and Xi Dabawa ate and drank well every day without any accidents. However, in another city - City Y, an unexpected thing happened.
The MasterChef competition is about to begin!
"Hey, did I forget something?"
King sat on the roof of the palace and looked up at the sky, feeling that he had forgotten something.
"I don't want to think about it anymore. The sky is big and the earth is big right now... Protecting Xi Daba Wa is the most safe."
He slept comfortably on the roof of the palace with his arms pillowed on his head, squinting his eyes slightly and admiring the sea-blue sky, with the breeze blowing and the clouds rising and falling.
This kind of life is quite pleasant!
Ah owe!
Tatsumaki touched her nose and looked at the dark eggs on her pan. She couldn't help but feel annoyed. Ever since she agreed with King to compete in the Y City Kitchen God Competition, she went home and practiced cooking hard. This skill finally allowed her to achieve success in her studies, from frying kitchen to frying eggs.
She used telekinesis to control the black charcoal-like fried egg to fly into her mouth. After much hesitation, she decisively took a bite...
Nonsence! Nonsence! Nonsence!
She vomited several times in succession, with a look of disgust on her face, and after a while, she fell weakly on the sofa again.
"Cooking... is so difficult!"
"Tell me, why is cooking so difficult?"
When Tatsumaki complained, Fubuki also complained: "I would rather kill weirdos."
"Master Fubuki, cooking is actually not that difficult. As long as you relax your mind and follow the steps, even if you can't make any particularly delicious dishes, you can definitely cook ordinary home-cooked dishes instead of..."
The B-class hero, a member of Fubuki's team, and the hero nicknamed the Violent Chef looked at the mushy boiled fish in Fubuki's pot, and it was horrifying to look at.
Chui Xue Liu frowned and said: "Hey, chef, do you have some simple dishes? Tomorrow the Master of Chef competition will begin. I can't be absent. The Master of Chef trophy must be mine."
"Master Fubuki, why do you want the God of Cooking trophy?"
The violent chef couldn't laugh or cry. Are you going to compete in the competition to win a trophy for your cooking skills? Unless you're the host's daughter.
"It's fun," Fubuki said casually.
The violent chef suddenly understood, patted his chest and said proudly: "Oh, that's easy to solve. I once participated in the Master of Chef competition. I have several trophies at home. I will give you one."
"No, I want the one for tomorrow." Fubuki urged: "Okay, don't talk about these digressions, you quickly teach me a simple stir-fry." Hum, sister, I will never lose to you, king, Don't laugh, I won't lose to you, I will definitely defeat you two bitches.
"Oh." The violent chef nodded thoughtfully, and then introduced: "Fubuki-sama, you might as well learn to fry eggs. This is the simplest dish. I'll tell you the steps, which are to add oil, add eggs, add Salt, take out the pot!”
"Okay, I'll practice right away. Hum, the Master of Chef trophy is mine."
Fubuki was full of energy and quickly threw herself into the battle to destroy the kitchen.
“…”
The violent chef is extremely powerless. Fubuki-sama, it’s so difficult for you to win the championship with just a fried egg!
However, he also had some ideas of his own. Since Fubuki-sama wants the trophy for this Master of Cooking competition, then... I am the only one who will take action personally. Fubuki-sama, just wait, I will bring you the trophy.
boom!
While he was distracted, Fubuki had already finished frying the pot, and came out with a dark face and asked to change the pot.
…
the next day.
City Y.
After experiencing the zombie disaster, everyone has been working hard to rebuild their homes. Today is a happy day because the annual Master of Chef Competition has begun.
Excellent chefs from all over the country gathered together to compete in their cooking skills.
"Hey, have you heard? W City's Chef God is also here to participate in the competition."
"Wow, the last MasterChef?"
"Tch, who is he? Let me tell you, if the violent chef from Y City's Kitchen God comes to compete, he will definitely be the champion. Do you know that in all the God of Kitchen competitions he has participated in, the champions are always the champions? His, according to statistics, he has won the God of Cooking trophy seven times, which is unprecedented, and he is known as the king of the culinary world."
"Oh, what a pity. If he didn't go to be a hero, we might still be able to see him in the competition."
"A man who doesn't want to be a hero is not a good cook."
The competition site was very lively, with huge crowds of people and noisy voices. Everyone gathered together and chatted about various gossips and gossips with gusto.
"There are so many people. I wonder if that guy King is here?"
A figure wearing a green robe covering her whole body and wearing a ghost-face mask slowly walked through the crowd towards the contestants' position. Miraculously, wherever she passed, the crowd would involuntarily separate into a path. Let her pass.
"Really, how could Fubuki think of proposing a cooking competition, and participating in the Master of Cooking competition to determine the winner by ranking? I... I haven't learned how to fry eggs after practicing for several days. If I didn't want to lose to that guy King, I would never do it. I will come to compete because... It's so embarrassing. I fried the eggs in the Master of Cooking competition. I... Fortunately, I was smart and came out wearing a robe. Now no one knows me, and it's easier for me to hide my secrets. Weapons, huh, I don’t believe that King knows how to cook. I want to see him eliminated with my own eyes, making people laugh at him, and the winner of this competition must be me."
It turns out that this mysterious player is Tatsumaki. After repeated failures, she completely gave up relying on her real skills to advance.
"Fried eggs... it's so hard."
After Ryuuzaki entered the stage, another contestant wearing a dark green robe and a cartoon character mask also entered the stage. She was Fubuki. Naturally, she did not want to reveal her true identity by dressing up in a disguised manner. After all... her chef The art is also unsightly.
However, she came prepared and worked hard to get a ranking and defeat Tatsumaki and the king.
"Is this guy a king?"
"The person opposite who refuses to reveal his identity is... king, right? My sister is not that tall! So where is my sister? Did she escape from the battle?"
Tatsumaki and Fubuki looked at each other and guessed each other's identity. Tatsumaki deliberately increased his height in order to cover up his physical features, while Fubuki wore a very loose robe in order to cover up his hot figure. From the appearance No clue about her gender.
Immediately after the two of them, another person wearing a golden robe embroidered with the symbols of ancient emperors and a mask engraved with the word "king" made a high-profile entrance, attracting attention.
"Who is this? King?"
"Why is there such a tall person again? Look at his mask... He is the king? So the person opposite me is actually my sister?"
Tatsumaki and Fubuki looked at the new arrival in unison, and their eyes fell on the mask with the word "king" engraved on it. They were shocked and immediately confirmed the identity of "king".
"Eh? Why are there two people wearing green robes? Which one is Fubuki-sama?"
In fact, "king" is indeed "king", but it is not the king of the hero world, but the king of the culinary world - the violent chef. Yesterday, when he saw Fubuki paying so much attention to the trophy of this MasterChef competition, he immediately felt He had no idea of going out in person, after all, with his cooking skills, Fubuki-sama couldn't even pass the knockout round.
However, he did not have an honest end. He knew very well that his Fubuki-sama was a person with strong self-esteem. If he revealed his identity and took the trophy and gave it to her, she would never want it. So, he wanted to hide his identity and win the trophy. The trophy will be given to Fubuki-sama later. I believe that a polite person like Fubuki-sama would not refuse gifts from others. Hehe, I am not only good at cooking, but also have a good brain.
He slowly walked to his position, while carefully observing the two mysterious players in green robes. Soon, he recognized Fubuki. He had no choice but to join Fubuki's team for more than two years. He was very familiar with Fubuki's every move. The robe could It hides a person's appearance, but cannot hide their behavior and habits.
Hehe, Mr. Fubuki, let me help you win the God of Cooking trophy!
He stared straight at Fubuki with a proud expression.
"Oops, why does the king keep staring at me?"
Fubuki watched the "king" keep staring at her, and her heart suddenly thought, "This guy doesn't think of me as my sister, does he?"
"Hey, king, you are blind. I am Tatsumaki. What do you think other people are doing? Really, you are as stupid as a pig."
Tatsumaki noticed that "king" was looking at another mysterious player in a green robe instead of himself, and he immediately thought that "king" had mistakenly recognized the person.
"But what's going on with your piercing eyes? Is it provocative? Who is afraid of whom?"
She secretly hated him and stared straight at "king", but unfortunately, "king" didn't even pay attention to her, and didn't even look at her. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth.
So, in this weird atmosphere, the God of Cooking competition officially began.
"Men and ladies, welcome to our Master of Kitchen Competition. This competition is sponsored by Oriental Chef Group. Well, without further ado, I'm afraid you have been waiting for the start of the competition. All contestants are ready. I can’t wait to show everyone my superb cooking skills, so I announce that the annual Master of Chef Competition... has officially begun!"
The host announced the start of the competition passionately.
Sonorous! Bang! Wow!
For a time, all the chefs showed off their skills, chopping vegetables and heating the pot.
After the host announced the start, the "king" immediately picked up the kitchen knife and carved patterns on a piece of tofu. The scene was very beautiful. Under his control, the thick kitchen knife was like an embroidery needle, and each stitch was very precise. A crystal clear white lotus.
"Eh? Does King... know how to cook?" Tatsumaki stared blankly at "King's" performance, very shocked, "He... He should just be good at swordsmanship, right? Damn it, I didn't expect this guy King to have... Good sword skills."
"King has skills, but good knife skills don't mean he knows how to cook. In the Master of Chef competition, the most important thing is taste."
Fubuki glanced at the "king" with the same surprise.
The "king" was greatly encouraged, and even showed off his ability to carve flowers with a kitchen knife in both hands, which won continuous applause from the audience outside the venue.
"Show off!"
Tatsumaki and Fubuki snorted in unison.
The two of them looked different in the field. Others were busy, but they were not in a hurry. They did not pick vegetables or fire, as if they were confident.
The first round of the MasterChef competition is the elimination round, which eliminates most of the chefs and leaves only the sixteen best.
"Wow!"
After the "king" carving is completed, he immediately adds oil, salt, and other actions in the pot, all in one go and smoothly. To outsiders, it looks like a master's style, full of beauty, and people can't help but enjoy it.
"This guy really knows how to cook?"
"No way? King's cooking skills are so good?"
Tatsumaki and Fubuki stared wide-eyed at the "king"'s movements. He must have been cooking so skillfully for many years.
"We were fooled."
The two of them exclaimed in their hearts, King was so hidden that he actually knew how to cook, and he looked very good at it!
Damn it, it’s going to happen!