God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

In front of Ye Changqing's stove, a group of elders, deacons, and disciples from the Kitchen King Fairy City ate in silence.

In the corner of the crowd, only Ma Qiankun had a wise look on his face, holding a big bowl full of food in his hands.

Looking at the others finishing the pitiful amount of dishes in just a few bites, Ma Qiankun had a playful look on his face.

How could these guys know Ye Xiaozi’s cooking skills? Do they really think that this is just a simple taste?

This little bit of food is not even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth.

He, Lao Ma, even anticipated what would happen next.

Sure enough, the next second, the elders who had finished the food on their plates in two or three bites hesitated for a moment, with a hint of confusion in their eyes.

But it was only for a moment, and then as if he had made up his mind, he strode to Ye Changqing's stove with a flattering smile on his face.

"Um... Young City Lord, do you have any more food? I ate too fast just now and didn't taste it."

"Yes, yes, yes. I've been suffering from a cold lately, and my taste buds have been affected. I need to eat more."

An elder spoke first, and the others beside him quickly echoed him.

Hearing this, Ye Changqing, who was talking to Mr. Huang, was not surprised at all. He turned around and said without changing his expression.

"My elders, these are the only dishes we have."

Hearing this, the elders looked at the three large barrels in front of the stove and saw that the food inside was almost gone.

Seeing this, the elder who spoke first hurriedly spoke.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."

Having said that, he started serving the food right away. This time, unlike the previous times, the elder was very ruthless and served a big spoonful full of food.

The other elders nearby became anxious upon seeing this and could no longer hold back.

They pounced forward one after another like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, roaring loudly.

"Old thief, what are you doing?"

"Let go of that spoon and let me do it."

"Get lost. What are you, a deacon, fighting with me for?"

The scene became chaotic for a moment, and even a deacon took advantage of the chaos to sneak in and try to grab the spoon to serve the food.

But the next second, he was discovered by the elder nearby, who kicked him in the heart, and the deacon flew backwards, with only a curse coming from him.

"How dare you! Fighting is forbidden in this city. As an elder, you know the law and you break it?"

Unfortunately, I didn't get any response. Bullshit, knowing the law but breaking it, did I do it? I obviously moved my feet.

The elders were fighting fiercely, while many deacons were watching from the side with anxious faces, but they did not dare to step forward.

Just now, a few brave deacons wanted to take advantage of the situation and make a profit.

But the final result was already in front of him, and he was kicked away in just a few moves.

The lesson of the past was already before them, and even though the remaining deacons were drooling with envy, they did not dare to take any action.

I felt so regretful and cursed myself inwardly, wondering why I didn't order more dishes just now. It was a mistake, a mistake.

But it was too late to regret now, as the stove had become a battlefield for the elders to fight over.

If you are not an elder, you don’t even have the qualifications to join. Anyone who dares to step forward will be kicked in the heart.

Look, a senior disciple from the Fire Hall, probably relying on the love his master had for him, saw that his master had grabbed a good position and stood in front of the big barrel.

He wanted to go up and have a piece of the pie, so he walked forward happily and shouted.

“Master, I….”

"roll."

However, before he could finish his words, he was slapped away in the next second, and the person who did it was his respected master.

From beginning to end, the master didn't even look back at him, and his attack was ruthless. Before he even hit the ground, the disciple fainted.

But at the last moment, he was full of questions, why did the master act like this? He was not like this normally.

Seeing this, the deacons who dared not step forward sighed one by one.

"Alas, you are still too young to snatch food from a tiger's mouth."

Look at these elders, their eyes are all red with anger. If they go forward at this time, they will be courting death.

Let alone disciples, even if you were your own son, he would still have to fight one by one.

Although even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, you can't snatch food from a tiger's mouth. If you don't understand this, then you're wrong.

As the amount of food in the vat became less and less, the elders became completely furious and even started fighting.

"Protect the stove."

Moreover, everyone had a tacit understanding and protected the stove without any prior agreement to prevent it from being affected in the slightest.

All kinds of means were used, and someone saw Lin Longkun from Longkun Fire Hall in the crowd.

This old guy rushed to the front, his eyes emitting a strong red light.

An elder saw this and couldn't help but curse.

"Mr. Lin, you have the nerve to rob? Your traitor was disrespectful to Young City Lord Ye, how dare you eat this meal?"

It seemed that Lin Longkun was about to reach the big bucket and would reach the serving spoon in the next second.

One elder, in a hurry, directly brought up Zhang Wu Yue.

Zhang Wu Yue had offended Ye Changqing before, and even died at Ye Changqing's hands. As a master, do you have the nerve to eat this meal?

In response to these words, Lin Longkun did not even turn his head, but his hands were fast. He roared back while reaching out and accurately grabbed the big spoon that everyone was fighting for.

"Don't talk nonsense. I have expelled that traitor from my sect a long time ago. What does his deeds have to do with me, Lin?"

As he spoke, Lin Longkun had already scooped a large spoonful of vegetables into the bowl.

Seeing this, the other elders became more anxious, and someone shouted in a deep voice.

"Everyone, let's attack together. Anyone of us can eat Young City Lord Ye's meal, except Lin Longkun."

"Well said."

"That makes sense."

"Mr. Lin, hand over the food obediently."

"No way."

For a time, Lin Longkun became a public enemy. Faced with the simultaneous attack from several elders, Lin Longkun was naturally no match for them.

But this old fellow risked his life to protect the big bowl in his hand tightly, as if he would never let go.

The competition was becoming increasingly fierce, and it made the many deacons and disciples around them feel their scalps tingling.

This is the birth of a treasure, and it’s nothing more than this.

The elders really took ruthless action.

Many deacons and disciples had no doubt that if they dared to step forward at this time, once they were implicated, they would probably be seriously injured if not killed.

It's just a meal, why are you taking risks for your life?

But when they thought about the taste of the food, they seemed to understand.

At the same time, the look in his eyes when he looked at Ye Changqing also changed. How could the cooking skills of Young City Lord Ye be so outrageous?

Many people unconsciously developed a bit more respect towards Ye Changqing, and the suspicion they had before also disappeared with the delicious food.

Ye Changqing's side was very lively, and at the same time, Wu Zhong's stove on the other side was finally completed.

Wu Zhong is full of confidence in cooking delicious food using dragon turtle ingredients.