There is a third dish on the stone table.

This is a cold dish without any fireworks. Xia Yan seemed to deliberately place the plate next to the work of the genius cuisine girl.

At first glance, there is nothing obvious difference between dishes and auxiliary ingredients.

"This is my...'Oil-splashed cold dish'?"

Hu Jun whispered in his mouth, and he was stunned.

Jie Qi and Ren were also stupid.

Only Mrs. Leihua, after sniffing the taste, realized something, her eyes were solemn, and she slowly spoke: "It's a dish, which can also be called 'oil-splashed cold dish', including the main ingredients, rapeseed oil, sesame oil, homemade chili..."

"On the surface, there is no change in the ingredients and structure of the dishes!"

At this time, even Hu Jun himself could smell something wrong. The light breeze blowing through Xiyuan brought a little sharp spicy, and it penetrated into his nose. Just a small breath, Hu Jun's pretty face felt obviously red.

“So spicy—”

Thumb, Hu Jun was so scared that he took two steps back.

"What's going on!"

It makes a chef from Shu lose his lust and sharpness, and you can imagine how terrifying it is.

"You, you..." Hu Jun looked at Xia Yan blankly, "What chili powder did you put when you made your own 'oil spicy'? This spicyness is definitely not my recipe, and I don't need this absolutely powerful spicy to suppress the fishy smell of meat and meat in the material!"

"The idea of ​​my recipe is to combine spicy flavor to offset the excess fishy smell, so that the unique fresh and fragrant vegetables will naturally highlight!"

"This kind of cold dish has the spicy taste and refreshing taste, the freshness of vegetables and the rich meat!"

"Three flavors, three-legged tyrants, and one cannot dominate."

Hu Jun shook his head straight and lowered his eyelids.

Hu Jun did not feel offended by referring to and imitating his own dishes. On the contrary, a newly-known new special class who recently chose her recipes and dishes between Jie Qi and her and practiced them in reference. Doesn’t it mean that she did a better job in the showdown just now?

But she was disappointed with Xia Yan's performance and performance.

Make up randomly!

The most exquisite part of the recipe collapsed so unreasonably!

"Your understanding and style of 'Sichuan cuisine' is wrong!" Hu Jun said coldly, "It should not be spicy, nor should it be strong..."

Xie Qi, Ren, and Mrs. Leihua, who were also frightened by the spicy taste, did not speak out.

Xia Yan looked at her strangely, "Didn't you keep saying that Sichuan cuisine, 100 dishes and 100 flavors, and each dish is one square?"

"But this dish that only has spicy food, only highlights spicy food, and only has spicy food, is definitely not a Sichuan cuisine system!"

Hu Jun emphasized hard.

"You may have misunderstood something." Xia Yan shook his head, his eyes slightly revealed a touch of depth. "First, this dish comes from your dish, right, but after being injected with my style characteristics, it may not be the original system and field; second, who said that my dish only emphasizes spicy? Slightly spicy and exclusive, that is my style for a long time..."

After hearing what he said, everyone was shocked.

Is spicy, just a manifestation?

Mrs. Leihua stared at the two "cold dishes" brought up on the stone table, except for one of them, the dishes under the vision and smell were no different.

Jie Qizhe was very direct. He took a step forward, rolled up his sleeves, and did not wipe the hot sweat that had already flowed from his forehead. He said, "Let me do it--"

"I'll taste it first-"

"I can eat spicy food! No spicy food can stop me!"

Xia Yan ignored Master Jie who had set up the death fg, and glanced at Hu Jun, a genius cooking girl with a changing face.

"Aren't you going to challenge me?"

He smiled slightly.

Hu Jun shook his head and looked straight at him without retreating, "Yes!"

"No matter what, I will defeat you!"

"I have...the reason to win!"

As he said that, Hu Jun suddenly became confused.

A pair of chopsticks were handed to the front.

Hu Jun's eyebrows were bent, and Xia Yan, who had handed the chopsticks, said to her with a chuckling: "Challenge me? Then try my dishes first. It is said that knowing yourself and your enemy will never be defeated. I will give you a chance to spy on my cooking skills."

Um?!

I always feel something is wrong.

Hu Jun took a breath and didn't think much: "So, is this the prerequisite to challenge you? Understand your cooking skills?"

“It’s up to you.”

"good--"

"I'll taste it!"

Bang, Hu Jun took the clean wooden chopsticks without hesitation, held them tightly in the correct posture, and then clamped them towards the tracking and following, imitating her recipe and craftsmanship, and made the second "cold dish".

Click!

The raw and crispy vegetable leaves and roots are sent into your mouth to chew.

There is no doubt that the extremely terrible spicy taste is vented, even the Sichuan girl who is very spicy, her pretty face is hard to suppress and her flushed color is everywhere.

But the extreme spicy comes quickly and is extinguished quickly.

Yes.

The cool juice suddenly burst out when the leaves and stems were chewed, like a fountain gushing out, "waving" to wipe out the endless hot magma.

"ah--"

“Ah~~”

The two calls in the front and back have completely different endings.

A full of pain and horror.

One is the sweet and silly being comforted and unstoppable.

Hu Jun barely kept his sane and heroic face twitched a few times at this time.

"Why, strong and spicy are not like the tide, quickly submerging all the flavors of the material?" Hu Jun murmured incredibly, "Why is this happening? Under the whirlwind of unrivaled spicy flavor, the bursting juice seems to be softer and refreshing than my dishes..."

Suddenly, Hu Jun's shoulders shook and understood something.

Her eyes met Jie Qi, and Rain and Lady Leihua were full of exploring knowledge, then turned over and looked at Xia Yan firmly, "Is this, tearing, healing?"

Xia Yan said "Oh" in his mouth: "I thought you were going to say 'contrast'."

Hu Jun shook his head:

“Not that simple.”

"Let me say this, it's like an iron fist wrapped in the power of cracking the mountain and cracking the stone, hitting my face with a fist, and then another extremely soft, delicate palm with a hint of coolness, stroking the swollen wound..."

At this point, Hu Jun paused, not thinking that his words were strange. The girl had no consciousness about the strange expressions of Jie Qi, Renn and Lady Leihua.

"and!"

Hu Jun's eyes narrowed.

"That's not all!"

Crack, pick up the second chopstick and send it to the import, and continue to make a crisp sound of chewing and eating.

With an inexplicable smell of big meat and meat, it gradually condenses in the mouth and becomes thicker.

"Not-"

A trace of shock flashed through Hu Jun's eyes.

Although I searched for corners of my mouth, I couldn't find even a trace of fishy smell.
Chapter completed!