“Cooking skills: lv100【Full level】!”

Not only is the "understanding crystal" effective, but in fact, the cooking level data on the panel is close to full level after major events. This trip accumulation is more like opening up ditches and diverting into the sea.

Xia Yu's eyes were not fluctuating, and he was not very happy about the "accumulation" of this trip.

After all, it is not a game, level and cooking skills, and it is not directly equated. For Xia Yu, his understanding of the level of the chef god system is a stable channel for obtaining talent points.

thus.

The maximum cooking level means that if Xia Yu wants to get a talent in the future, he can only hope that the system master will give up a few more small tasks.

but……

Then he opened his own kitchen skill bar and glanced at the skill icons with the words "Maximum level cannot be improved". Xia Yu finally curled up a faint curve: "The level is full, the skills are full, and there is no room for improvement... So, in the so-called 'Chef God System', will this data panel be frozen in front of the Heavenly King Realm? Is it that the end?"

Dou, the system mechanically answered: "The data model is waiting for updates and upgrades."

wait?

This is interesting. Xia Yu smiled, "Are you waiting for me to make my personal dragon kill? It's enough to defeat a king's final product."

"yes!"

This time the system did not make any ambiguity and gave an accurate reply, "If the host gets the 'personal dragon kill', your data panel title will be added, and the system will also undergo a major update and upgrade."

"Then let's fight."

On the bed in the hotel suite, Xia Yu stretched out a big laziness. Before turning off the lights and closing his eyes and resting, he sent out a group of text messages that had been written long ago. The recipients were Dragon Head Juji, the leader of the "Food Club", the three sages of the "IGO organization", and Nakiri Sensaemon who was far away in the neon.

The Battle of the Heavenly King is about to begin, and judging from the media's public opinion in the past six months, the Heavenly King in the Aegean Sea has not retreated, is not afraid of fighting, and allows events and influence to brew. There is a kind of calm and composed boss sitting quietly on the high platform to watch the hustle and bustle.

The battle is about to break out.

...

beep!

China, Baiyu Tower.

In the study, the old man with a brush painting and a light expression, heard the sudden vibration of the information on the mobile phone on the table, and couldn't help but put down the brush, clicked on the message, and then a face turned on a different look, making Ye Feizhou, who was standing at the table, look curious, "Longtou, what is this information?"

The red halberd's eyes were shining with a sharp slash like a knife, swept to the white rice paper on the desk, and the painting outlined in black ink—

A strange-shaped cabinet.

Two cabinet doors, dragons, flying phoenixes, and quaint patterns are all over the four sides.

This is undoubtedly the "spiritual storage library"!

"The eighth piece of kitchen utensils, it's time to come back!" Zhu Ji said, dropping his brush.

Ye Feizhou was shocked, surprise, worry, and a sense of pride surged into his heart. He clenched his fists, his handsome face flushed, and said, "Even if there were many geniuses and monsters, in that prosperous food century ago, there was only one incident in which a young genius challenged the king! Liu Maoxing defeated Kaiyou, the leader of the Dark Realm!"

The second half of the sentence that has not been said yet is exactly what triggered Ye Feizhou's heroic spirit.

This generation—

Another young hero who fights the Heavenly King has appeared!

Regardless of victory or defeat, he engraved his name in the history of the Chinese food industry!

Conspicuous!

...

beep!

North America, the headquarters of the ‘Food Club’.

Deep in the underground institute, the head Lance's body was filled with tubes, and metal threads were connected to the chair under his butt. Some unknown life changes were happening at the genetic level of Lance. The obvious change was that Lance's skin was getting brighter and brighter, and it had a wet effect of sweat all over his body after exercise. This was the transformation of the food cells in Lance's body by the 'pseudogod'.

Crack, the cabin door with a very sci-fi feel opened, and an old man in a white coat came in. Lance opened his eyes and saw the chief researcher handing him a cell phone, and frowned, "Is there any important information?"

The old researcher said: "This is your private phone, there is a new text message, I think you need to check it out."

A private phone means that there are not many people who know the number, and those trusted subordinates know that he is in seclusion in the institute and will not disturb him easily. Lance narrowed his eyes, took the phone and looked at it, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"How long will it take?" Lance asked.

The old researcher knew that this was asking about the "renovation" plan, and he said slowly: "In fact, it is now the final stage, and the progress is expected to be full tomorrow morning. Do you need my help booking the air ticket?"

"I'll do it myself!"

Lance immediately opened the APP for booking tickets on his mobile phone.

"By the way—" the phone was given to the old researcher. Lance suddenly said, "Where is Nakiri thistle? Call him back, this time I will only take him to Europe alone. Haha, if things go well, that idiot should go down... And our food club, with Nakiri's father-in-law, is equivalent to having a deep nepotism with the new king..."

The old researcher nodded.

...

At night, the teahouse at Nakiri's house.

The abbot of Ichima went down the mountain again, and was visiting his home at this time, playing a black and white game of Go with his owner Nakiri Sensaemon.

Sensaemon held a dark piece and the chess piece fell on Qipan Mountain. The interesting words also came out: "Ichima, your sense of smell has always been keen. Did you smell something again this time, so you went down the mountain? Haha, I know you don't like moving around."

Abbot Ichima was not in a hurry, rubbed the pinch of white beard on his chin with his fingers, and smiled casually: "It's been half a year. A few months have passed, and this food world is too quiet."

He pointed to the dark starry sky at night.

There are dark clouds tonight, let alone stars, the moon is barely shining with a hint of light among the layers of dark clouds.

"Look, this dark cloud is going to overwhelm the city?" The old monk showed a standard monk's smile.

beep!

Suddenly, under the chess table, the phone was placed on the tatami, and the news vibrated. Nakiri Sensaemon looked at the lit screen, his eyebrows jumped, and then he put the phone back in place, held another dark spot, and said, "You are not going to make a move? I've thought about how to go this step."

"Ha ha!"

But the abbot Ichima suddenly pushed the chess table, waved his sleeves, and the big sleeves of the monk's robe swept across the chessboard, so the chess game was in chaos, "I won't stop, I won't stop, this time I go abroad, I have to take care of me. It seems that the last time I went abroad was still in my youth, ah, decades have passed in the blink of an eye, and the century has passed, and there is no old driver to take me with me, I am really afraid of getting lost."

Nakiri Sesaemon couldn't help but smile: "I'm almost defeating your chess game... You old scoundrel!"

That being said, General Manager Yuanyue quickly clapped his hands and summoned the housekeeper.

...

Aegean mansion.

"Shh!"

Doris raised his fingers to the butler, and from time to time, roaring and angrily smashing came from upstairs.

In the past six months, her king's father has become more and more irritable.

After a while the movement disappeared and went to the second floor living room. Doris found Gaius squatting on the ground in the living room. The middle-aged man wearing only silk nightgowns squatted down and stared at a grunge-wrinkled food magazine on the ground.

Looking over from the perspective of Doris, you can vaguely see the big title of a page:

The cup of the king Gaius fell.

"Puff—" Doris couldn't help laughing, which immediately attracted a cold look. Gaius turned his head mechanically, but Doris still said to himself at the stairs, "Ah, it's a certain pheasant media that is organizing my king's father again. In fact, my father, with your power and influence in the Mediterranean and even in the entire Europa, you can ban a large number of such pheasant media with just one order. But, in the past six months, why have you done nothing, father?"

Gaius said coldly: "These pheasant media are like grass, cutting one batch after another."

"Will you just close your eyes?" Doris's shoulders were shaking, and there was a tendency to tremble with laughter. "Every time I see the arranged news, I am always angry. If I go online, go to the forum to fill it up, and read the replies from netizens in related posts, father, wouldn't you be so angry?"

Gaius's face was dark, "You are always disobeying your great father... Why is this happening? You are the daughter I raised. In such a joint, our father and daughter should be one mind. We should work together to defeat the foreign enemies... The two happinesses are combined... Why is this happening? You just met him once..."

Doris said seriously: "It's time for you to take medicine."

"I'm not sick!"

"No, you have been sick for a long time and are still very serious. If you don't have treatment, you will become a terminal illness."

“…”

"Go to him!"

Gaius's face suddenly became ferocious, tearing the wrinkled magazine to pieces, "I will prove to you all, I'm not sick! Do you know why I let the topics and public opinion spread, and watch quietly as the popularity is rising? To be honest, I have been waiting for too long... I just want to slap the wrist and wake up the whole world! The king is high and it is impossible to lose!
Chapter completed!