Li Han and Li Quan and his uncle and nephew both took the dish and the silk paste on their own.

Li Han had a blue face.

On the plate, there was a golden and shiny "face braid". He tried to poke the chopsticks in his hand. The curled dough had an incredible rebounding force, giving people a touch like a tight rubber band.

Scan the judge with a blank expression.

Looking at the smile on the young chef's face, Li Han gritted his teeth and said: "I'll take a look at how the seven-nation unified fried noodles without recipes surpass the original version-"

After thinking about it, I opened my mouth.

Suck!

The noodles were immediately sucked in, and Li Han chewed it gently, and the poker face was shocked.

“The elasticity…is amazing indeed!”

"Does the beef tendons be broken and the beef noodle has the scent of the same pissed beef balls?"

The teeth pressed down, but the noodle line was softly resisting. Therefore, the cheeks needed to force to bite the noodle line in the mouth. Li Han's facial muscles trembled, and he could vaguely feel the disaster scene after biting the noodle line.

eat!

With a cruel heart, Li Han closed his eyes and closed his teeth!

"puff!"

Juice splashed everywhere and flooded.

In an instant, his mouth was swelling like water, and his Adam's apple stuttered up and down. Li Han was swallowing the sandwich juice that seemed to be overflowing.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The little man in his head rolled in the lava land, screaming as if he was refreshing and wailing.

Boom.

The ultimate taste of the sky spirit cover being lifted away.

Li Han's eyes were blurred and his face became even more dull.

Palace complex at dusk.

On the city wall, the wind roared.

A figure wearing a black black dress and an imperial crown is gradually moving away from the wall.

The fire burns the clouds endlessly, turning the whole world into orange.

For some reason, looking at the emperor's back as he left, Li Han was unwilling to accept that he was thrown off like this. He couldn't help but shout, "Hey, wait for me!"

The mysterious figure on the clouds burned by fire stopped immediately.

"Come here yourself..."

A erratic voice said.

"Okay! You wait!"

Li Han said, his eyes showed a hint of joy, and he was about to take a step, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead, his feet were not moving at all, but his body lost balance and leaned forward.

After finally holding on to the wall, I didn't fall to eat shit. Li Han looked up and the figure began to take steps again. He hurriedly said, "I told you to wait for me--"

This time the figure ignored him.

Um?

Suddenly, Li Han was stunned. On the way forward, the clan uncle Li Quan appeared and looked complicated, leaving the way to watch Emperor Ying.

Then more people familiar with Li Han emerged.

Li, the uncles and aunts of Ya, are the previous generation, old women and old men with silver silk heads.

From modern to modern times, these people also dressed from modern times to the Republic of China.

final.

Li Han's eyes were shocked.

“That’s…”

Li Quan glanced back at him and said in a low voice: "This is the Ancestor's Sub-Issue!"

On the road ahead of the city wall, a man covered in bronze armor and tall back, holding the wall with his hands to watch the view of the palace.

The figure wearing a mysterious dress and a imperial crown stopped beside the man.

Hearing the sound, the Asian magazine, one of the "Five Tiger Stars" in the Chinese cuisine industry in the past, slowly turned around.

"I didn't expect that in a hundred years, there will be someone who can get to this point."

A low and firm voice.

"Asia, my path is different from you."

The young voice answered.

Li Han was shocked. Seeing that the ancestor Yaqian and the figure turned around at the same time, left side by side, gradually disappeared into the setting sun, she couldn't help but shout, "Who are you?!"

The man just turned his head slightly.

As the Emperor Crown and the pearl curtain shook, a young but divine face appeared faintly.

The uncle and nephew glanced at each other, but they were stunned and didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

He has reached the realm of his past ancestors?

Come back to your senses.

It is the deadly Hokkaido Shrine Pavilion.

The finals of the Sapporo event continued. Li Han and Li Quan were stunned to see the empty plate. The leftover heat of fried noodles in their mouths and the aftertaste of fried noodles. There was also a picture of the Asian magazine and the Xuan Shang and the Emperor Mian leaving side by side in their heads.

“…Do you understand?”

A voice asked.

Li Han shook his head, barely restrained the horror in his eyes, and met Andrea's deep eyes.

"Probably, I understand." Li Han clenched his fists.

"The ancestors' Asian magazines actually used the recipe of "The Unified Fried Noodles of Seven Kingdoms" to express their feelings directly. He is the King of Qin who swept the Liuhe in the allusion, and he is the incarnation of that emperor..."

After swallowing, Li Han swept his mouth and said affirmatively: "And I am just holding a brush in my hand and describing the allusion from an outsider's perspective."

Andrea applauded, "Holding a brush in hand? It's a great comparison. Drawing others is always much simpler than drawing yourself. People often have a hard time seeing themselves."

"Food meaning!"

Stah only has this evaluation.

Li Han lowered his head.

"Meaning of food?"

The Baiyulou competition team, and the chefs looked at each other in shock.

As one of the tasters, Li Quan just shook his head, returned to his seat and sat down, muttering the words: "The younger generation is terrifying, and the younger generation is terrifying..."

"act like an absolute monarch!"

A kind of loneliness that surpasses the peaks!

Swish.

During the riot, Li Han suddenly turned his head, stared at Xia Yu, and asked with difficulty: "...Have your "explosion" really reached the level of the ancestors of the Asian magazines in the past?"

Xia Yu ignored him, shrugged and said casually: "What I want to say is all in the cooking."

Li Han suffocated his breath, and the figure gradually walked away under the burning clouds appeared in his head. He could only shout from behind, watching himself getting thrown farther and farther away, and in the end he could not see the shadows of others.

Seeing this, the two female hosts looked at each other.

"Okay, the tasting session is over, and the next is the voting session-"

Chiyo Aichi says.

Dong!

The big screen above the venue suddenly popped up the voting competition screen. Under Xia Yu and Li Han's avatars, the votes were all 0.

"What a pity, perfect "color", "scent", "taste"!"

Andrea took the lead in voting, and her palm slapped on the voting machine.

"No matter how perfect it is, it is no match for the "intention" of cooking!"

Sta said in a deep voice, then cast his own vote.

"Yes, the "meaning" of cooking!"

The third voter was the judge who was in the middle. Shinichiro Furukawa said in a complicated tone: "Color, fragrance, taste, shape, meaning, nourishment."

"The color, fragrance and taste are complete and perfect, which is a high-end delicacy. Going further up, it is the "meaning" and "nurturing" that Chef Lin is qualified to describe in detail." He paused and continued, "The so-called "meaning" of cooking is the sublimation of color, shape and appearance, and the specific point is the artistic conception, atmosphere and cultural connotation of the cooking. In summary, it is the focus of a Chef Lin's "the mystery of food."
To be continued...