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

Wu Zhongshan prepared the dishes well. In order to win, he really tried his best and put forth all his strength.

Every step is considered to be done to perfection.

But when he looked up and around, he was completely stunned.

He saw that there was no one around his stove, but there were many people surrounding Ye Changqing's stove, and a group of elders were fighting.

Lin Longkun, in particular, was besieged by several elders and looked injured.

But even so, Lin Longkun was not busy fighting back or escaping, but... eating?

Under the joint siege of several elders, Lin Longkun guarded the big bowl in his hand tightly. Even if he was injured and vomiting blood, as long as he had the chance, he would eat a big mouthful of food.

He's already vomiting blood, and you're still eating?

When the other elders who were besieging him saw this, their eyes turned red and they roared with ferocious faces.

"Stop eating. I told you not to eat."

"The man with the surname Lin, if you hand over the bowl, you will not be killed."

"You still eat?"

"I'm determined to eat this meal."

Looking at this inexplicable scene, Wu Zhong was completely dumbfounded. He stood there in a daze for a few breaths before he came to his senses.

I was so engrossed in cooking the ingredients that I didn't know what happened to Ye Changqing.

Isn't this a cooking competition? Why is there a fight?

Moreover, why is there no one here? Thinking of this, Wu Zhong's face suddenly darkened.

The next second, among the many disciples outside, Wu Zhong saw the disciples who followed him, but at this moment they not only did not stand by his side, but instead surrounded Ye Changqing's stove, each of them standing on tiptoe, stretching their necks, and no one knew what they were looking at.

Wu Zhong was so anxious seeing the eager look on his face that he wanted to bite his tongue. What the hell is going on with you?

"Not yet."

With anger burning in his eyes, Wu Zhong had no choice but to send a message to these disciples, who were originally drooling with greed but could only look but not eat, and were tortured beyond measure.

Suddenly he heard Wu Zhong's spiritual voice transmission. He was stunned at first, then turned to look where Wu Zhong was.

At this time, Wu Zhong was standing alone behind the stove, his face was extremely gloomy, and the anger in his eyes seemed to materialize, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Brother, have you finished too?"

"us.................."

"Go over first and talk later."

Facing Wu Zhong's deathly gaze, the disciples looked at each other with strange expressions, and then came to Wu Zhong obediently.

There was no way. Looking at Wu Zhong's condition, if they didn't come over, he would probably kill someone.

One by one, they came to Wu Zhong obediently and bowed respectfully.

"Congratulations, Brother, for completing the dish."

"what happened?"

Hearing this, Wu Zhong didn't waste any words and asked directly, his eyes full of suspicion.

Why is it so lively over there with the surname Ye? The elders are even fighting each other.

Faced with Wu Zhong's doubts, the disciples had strange expressions on their faces. After a moment's silence, one of the direct disciples spoke cautiously.

"Brother, the elders are fighting for food."

"Stealing food?"

He was still confused at first, but after the explanation from this direct disciple, Wu Zhong realized that the elders were fighting just to eat the food prepared by Ye Changqing.

Lin Longkun became the target of public criticism because of what happened to Zhang Wu Yue before.

Hearing this, Wu Zhong's face became even uglier. Fighting for food? What does it mean? Is this Ye's cooking skill so good?

The elders are all immortal chefs, how could they not have such a little self-control? They even fought over a meal?

Wu Zhong was puzzled and just as he was stunned, he heard a roar.

"Ma Qiankun, you knew this a long time ago, didn't you? Why didn't you tell us?"

"Ma Qiankun had food in his hand, so he robbed him."

"Brothers, come up."

It turned out that Ma Qiankun, who had been hiding in the corner, eating with oil dripping from his mouth and watching the show, was suddenly discovered by one of the elders.

Seeing Ma Qiankun holding a big bowl with his mouth stuffed with food, the elder immediately became angry.

When he thought about it, wasn't Ye Changqing from Qiankun Fire Hall? Ma Qiankun must have known about Ye Changqing's amazing cooking skills.

But the old man kept silent and didn't tell them. He quietly got himself a big bowl of rice and ate it happily in a corner by himself.

They were fighting each other here, but this guy named Ma was eating with his mouth full of oil, feeling extremely comfortable. Who could tolerate this?

Following the elder's roar, several elders immediately rushed towards Ma Qiankun.

Seeing this, Ma Qiankun, who was originally enjoying the show, suddenly changed his expression and turned around and ran without hesitation.

Seeing this, several elders chased after him closely, shouting angrily.

"Don't leave, old thief."

"Ma, old thief, put down your rice bowl, or I will make sure you have no way to heaven or hell today."

"Old thief Ma, give me the bowl, and I will protect you."

"Brother Ma, have you forgotten that I saved you? Damn it, eat again."

Seeing the lively scene on Ye Changqing's side, Wu Zhong's teeth were chattering and his face was gloomy.

He turned around and looked at the scattered disciples in front of his stove. They were no match for Ye Changqing.

For a moment, Wu Zhong gritted his teeth and said.

"eat."

Ok? ? ?

"I'll let you eat."

Seeing that Wu Zhong looked like he was ready to eat someone, the other disciples dared not hesitate and each of them got a bowl of food and prepared to start eating.

According to the rules of this competition, everyone in the Kitchen King Fairy City is a judge and can judge the winner.

But now, no one eats the dishes made by Wu Zhong, while Ye Changqing is scrambling to eat them. How can Wu Zhong not be angry?

Under Wu Zhong's tyranny, the disciples had no choice but to eat.

But all he could think about was the delicious food that Ye Changqing had just prepared. What was even more outrageous was that after eating the food made by Ye Changqing, he was now eating the food made by Wu Zhong.

Although it couldn't be said to be unpalatable and could be considered delicious, but with such a wonderful dish before them, all the disciples felt the food was tasteless for a moment.

It’s not that hard to swallow, but it’s absolutely incomparable to Ye Changqing’s.

The most speechless thing is that the more they ate, the more the disciples missed Ye Changqing’s cooking. What is going on?

I saw that the disciples were eating slower and slower. At the beginning, they were eating one bite at a time, but later on, they started to eat pickily.

Wu Zhong felt that the anger in his heart was about to explode, and he shouted through gritted teeth.

"What do you mean? Do you think my cooking skills are not as good as that Ye guy's?"

"Eat. Eat with big mouthfuls, like the elders do."

Hearing this, all the disciples looked bitter. Did they really have no appetite? Or was it the eldest disciple who had just spoken? Said with a complicated expression.

"Brother, this..............the winner is clear at once."