Spring breeze, summer flowers, autumn moon, winter snow.

The scenery changes, the seasons pass, and the time in the illusion of "telepathy" quickly comes to the end of the second summer.

Sun Xunqiao and Ding Qiuqiu were walking on the sidewalk of Linyuan Road. There was already a slight chill in the wind, and the cicadas chirping on the trees were as soft as hallucinations.

The wall of the Sanxin Printing Factory next to the two people is mottled, and the true color of cement is exposed behind the peeling white ash. The clouds and leaves in the sky block most of the sunlight. The streets sunken in the shadows of clouds and trees become more and more old.

Seems quiet.

Sun Xunqiao held a large handful of printing factory fried potato chips in his hand, and every time Ding Qiuqiu finished a bunch, he passed another bunch over.

The fried golden potato slices are evenly sprinkled with dried chili powder. Ice-flake-like cracks appear when you bite into them. They are crispy and crispy in your mouth. The edges of each fragment are rounded and obtuse, so they don't look too hard.

The machine-made potato chips scratch the mouth.

There is also a thin layer of mashed potatoes left in the crispy shell, giving this bunch of fried potato chips a richer flavor.

Ordinary chefs don't have to worry about the shape of food after it's put into their mouths, because diners can't see or care.

But when an extraordinary gourmet like Ding Qiuqiu, whose five senses are mixed and can see each other, dines, every change after eating is under her observation, so the chef must keep the work in beautiful form at every stage.

The peony fish dumplings made by Wu Tao felt like a fine snow falling among the flowers in the mouth. Ding Qiuqiu was full of praise in the last competition.

Sun Xunqiao didn't have the aesthetic sense or knife skills, so he could only use his expertise as a food safety supervisor in Northern Shaolin and put a lot of considerate and meticulous work into the fried potato chips.

While passing potato slices to Ding Qiuqiu, he introduced her to the dishes she was going to eat later.

“…My hometown is a place where five rivers converge, the water system is abundant, and the river food is famous for its delicious taste.

You ate Anxi fish head yesterday. I will take you to eat mullet fish in soypot and yellow spicy diced in red soup at noon, and then serve a large Qianqing wave fish... It is black scale, also called green plate. It can be replaced with green pepper and black bean paste.

Okay, anyway, I can't get tired of eating in the fantasy world, so I just started eating the brown sugar glutinous rice cake.

In the evening, we went to the No. 1 Middle School to eat pork ribs noodles, and for late-night snacks, we went to the doghouse for skewers.

That’s it for today.”

Ding Qiuqiu listened carefully to every word Sun Xunqiao said.

She had no favorable impression of this despicable man who tried to cheat before the game, but in this "telepathic" illusion, Sun Xunqiao was not a person, but a dish.

Every word he said and every dish he took himself to eat were part of the dish of "heart-to-heart".

Since I have been entrusted by others to serve as the chief judge of the Master Chef Star Competition, no matter how much I dislike a contestant, I should not bring my personal emotions to work.

Tasting meticulously and evaluating impartially, this is what Ding Qiuqiu should do.

Ding Qiuqiu finished the last bunch of fried potato chips, threw the bamboo stick back to the yellow-faced man at hand, stopped and said:

"There are only two or three days left in this illusion.

In one year and six months, including the fried potato chips just now, I have eaten a total of 7,964 dishes made by you, and none of them can beat the taste of Ye Shuangliu's Shengshi.

Sun Xunqiao, the cuisine you come from is indeed broad and profound, which opened my eyes.

But the title of Chef Fairy on the Other Side is not a title that can be won simply by accumulating numbers.

If you have a mental connection and that's it, then there's no need to continue.

It's getting dark outside, you should give in and end it as soon as possible."

Sun Xunqiao had already taken several steps forward. He looked at a small shop without a sign on the street. The owner was tiptoeing to get the "Chicken Shredded Cold Noodles" sign on the wall. The aunt at the canteen next door took the last one.

I gave the mung bean popsicle to the child who was doing homework in the store, and bent down to unplug the freezer at the door.

"The taste of prosperity..."

Sun Xunqiao turned around and said to Ding Qiuqiu who was a few meters away:

"Have you ever seen the prosperous dynasty?"

Before Ding Qiuqiu could answer, he closed his eyes and listened to the chirping of the cicadas that had not yet disappeared:

"Don't worry, summer is not over yet."

…

At the fishing village by the river, Sun Xunqiao and Ding Qiuqiu were sitting by the window. Outside the window was the Black Stone River. The Qingjiang River reflected the sky. From time to time, the shadows of several egrets and herons could be seen passing by the river.

Seven or eight meters away, Liang De and a group of people from Sheng Wuxu Private High School were sitting at a large round table. There were bowls and plates on top of the table, and all kinds of fresh food were served like flowing water.

The group of people, represented by Bai Hekong, the leader of the Sun Dog Group, was so happy with the meal that they had forgotten all about the rescue plan.

Liang De also reminded Comrade Bai Hekong that he hoped that she would correct her attitude, play a major leadership role, perform her duties effectively, and not forget Sun Dog who was in urgent need of rescue, but she received a nonchalant answer:

"In the past year and a half, you can tell that Sun Gou is very happy as soon as he eats the food he has cooked. It doesn't matter what he does!"

Liang De grabbed a crispy meat egg roll from the wooden plate and said:

"Brother Gui, the only people who still want to help my senior brother avenge his shame are you and me."

"I gave him a decisive battle weapon and I don't use it. Mud can't hold up the wall. How else can I help him?"

Mu Yigui scooped a spoonful of the crispy fried chili from the soypot mullet fish and poured it on the potato powder in the bowl. He held the bamboo chopsticks and stirred vigorously, making the porcelain bowl jingle.

"Don't worry about him, just eat more. You know Sun Gou's usual virtues. This time, he suffered from dementia because of love. I don't know when the next time I want to eat so much of his food will be."

After he finished speaking, his peripheral vision still occasionally glanced over to Sun Xunqiao.

"How long can this illusion exist?"

"It will be gone at 9:30 tomorrow night. The time outside is 5 pm."

Wood Art Rules Stop Mixing Potato Flour:

"Why is it tomorrow night? Didn't you say the day before yesterday that Sun Gou was very successful in imitating the flavor of eternal youth, and could he survive until the beginning of autumn in the fantasy world?"

"My senior brother left 30% of his energy untouched. If I asked him, he wouldn't tell me why."

"That's because I have a secret back-up. Okay, Sun Gou has it all in mind, so don't worry about him... where are my crispy fresh meat rolls!"

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In the private room on the second floor of Jiangpan Fishing Village, Ye Shuangliu sat alone at a round table.

Sun Xunqiao's blanket of yellow light swept over the whole place, and she also stayed in the illusion of this small town for more than a year.

The table in front of Ye Shuangliu was also filled with bowls and plates, including fish and meat. However, she only took one or two bites of each dish and then discarded it, asking the waiter to remove it.

She ordered, tried and removed the dishes faster and faster, and the look of disdain on her face became thicker and thicker.

"With this ability, no wonder he used such despicable means to disturb my mood before the game.

I will definitely win this Chef Fairy Competition on the Other Side."

…

Early the next morning, on the streets of the small town, two old gourmets who met in a dreamland met face to face.

"Lao Li, have you eaten?"

"Isn't this on the road? Let's go to Linyuan Road to eat celery and soybean noodles together?"

"You're eating this again. You're not tired of eating it every day. It's almost become your designated breakfast place."

"It's delicious. The more you eat, the more comfortable you become. Sun Xunqiao's craftsmanship is really good, but it's a pity..."

"It's a pity that he is just a little worse than Ye Shuangliu."

"Who says it's not the case? After eating here for a year and a half, more than 100,000 people in the city are still chanting her words of good luck to the world."

"Let me tell you..."

At this time, the sky suddenly became a little brighter. The man opposite Lao Li opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out.

Everything is silent, and the barbarian law is forbidden.

After banning everyone in the "Heart to Heart" illusion, the soft voice of the president of the organizing committee of the Chef Fairy Star Competition rang in the ears of the entire audience:

"Dear viewers, due to the special circumstances of this competition, the organizing committee has carefully studied and decided to temporarily add a special rule.

After the judges' voting session is over, we will organize an audience popularity vote at the competition site.

The contestant who wins the popularity vote will receive 1.5 votes, and the popularity vote has the same effect as the judges' 3 votes.

The announcement is over, I wish all viewers and friends a happy meal."

The unusually bright sky light became normal, and Lao Li and his friends regained their ability to speak.

Needless to say, this must be the work of a Shaolin consortium.

Sun Xunqiao's skills were not as good as others, so he created a popularity vote to help him win the championship.

"Lao Li, who are you voting for?"

“Sun Xunqiao’s food is really good.”

"so?"

"I vote for Ye Shuangliu."

"Hahahahaha, me too.

No matter how deep your background is or how powerful your sect is, as a chef, taste will speak for itself after all!"
To be continued...