One Punch Man King Engine Chapter 248: Chef Contest

Be quiet!

Silence!

When king admitted that he knew the prophecy, the scene fell silent for a while, and the needle drop could be heard. Everyone looked at each other and looked at him with strange eyes~IndoMTL.com~gewww. ΩkanΩshuge. la

After half a sound.

Xibabawa coughed lightly, her white pupils stared at King tightly, as if she could see through King, she said slowly: "King, the old lady knows that you are trying to divert my attention and make me feel at ease. , However, you have to worry too much. I have predicted countless disasters in my life, and I have seen countless death scenes from the crystal ball. Moreover, I have lived a long life and am satisfied. For death... If It is predestined by God, then I can accept it."

“…”

King was speechless for a while, he was right, he did not understand prophecy, but I read the comics and knew the direction of the plot. Qu Di died on a throat candy.

By the way, when there is time, it is time to remind Siki about the disaster of Poros. Since Xibabawa predicted his own death, it means that Poros is also coming, and the destruction of City A has entered a countdown, which he cannot stop Yes, all he could do was remind Sic to evacuate the residents of City A to minimize casualties.

"Ha, Mr. Xibabawa, the king's approach may be a bit surprising, but I don't think you need to be so nervous about death. We will always be by your side to prevent all accidents from happening." Zombie Man Smile.

Flash stroked his beloved sword with a calm expression and did not speak.

Hey, you don't believe me so much?

King smiled helplessly, didn't say much, people didn't believe it, and you couldn't prove that you really understood the prophecy, so you could only stare at it.

A few people chatted for a while, and under the arrangement of the staff, they temporarily stayed in this grand palace.

……

King, Zombie Man and Flash are guarding Xibabawa. At the same time, he also reminded Xiqi that City A will encounter a devastating disaster. As for whether to believe it or not, it is up to Xiqi to judge by himself. , anyway, he couldn't come up with convincing evidence, he just tried his best.

As time passed, Xibabawa ate and drank well every day, and no accident happened. However, in another city, Y City, an unexpected thing happened.

The Chef Contest is about to begin!

"Hey, did I forget something?"

King sat on the roof of the palace and looked up at the sky, feeling that he had forgotten something.

"I don't want to, now the world is big... The safety of protecting Xibawa is the greatest."

He slept comfortably on the roof of the palace with his arms on his back, squinting slightly, admiring the sea blue sky, the breeze blowing and the clouds rising and falling.

It's such a pleasant life!

Ah!

The dragon roll touched her nose and looked at the black eggs on her own frying pan. She couldn't help but feel annoyed. Since she made an appointment with king to compete in the Y City Chef Competition, she went home and was bored. After hard training in cooking, she finally learned something, from frying the kitchen to frying eggs.

She controlled the charcoal-like fried egg to fly into her mouth with telekinesis. After hesitating, she took a bite...

Ah! Nonsence! Nonsence!

She spit a few mouthfuls in a row, her face full of disgust, and after a while, she collapsed on the sofa again weakly.

"It's so hard to cook!"

"Why is it so difficult to cook?"

While Tornado complained, Fubuki also complained: "I'd rather kill weirdos."

"Mr. Fubuki, it's actually not that difficult to cook. As long as you relax your mind and follow the steps, even if you can't make any particularly delicious dishes, you can definitely cook ordinary home-cooked dishes, not..."

A B-level hero, a member of Fubuki's team, nicknamed Violent Chef, stared at the boiled fish in the Fubuki pot, which was horrible to watch.

Chuixue Liumei frowned and said, "Hey, chef, do you have some simple dishes? Tomorrow the God of Cooking competition will start. I can't be absent. The God of Cooking trophy must be mine."

"Mr. Fubuki, what do you want the God of Cooking trophy for?"

Violent chef can't laugh or cry, your cooking skills go to the competition to win the trophy? Unless you are the sponsor's daughter.

"Play, it's fun." Fubuki said casually.

The violent chef suddenly realized, patted his chest proudly and said: "Oh, that's easy to solve, I once participated in the God of Cooking competition, and there are several trophies at home, I will give you one."

"No, I want the one from tomorrow." Chuixue urged: "Okay, don't talk about these digressions, you can quickly teach a simple stir-fry." Humph, sister, I will definitely not lose to you , king, don't laugh, I won't lose to you, I will definitely defeat you, the dog man and woman.

"Oh." The violent chef nodded thoughtfully, and then introduced: "Sir Fubuki, just learn to fry eggs. This is the easiest dish. I will tell you the steps, which is to put oil, Lay eggs, add salt, and cook!"

"Okay, I'll practice right away, hum, the Master Chef trophy is mine."

Fukiyuki is full of energy and hurries into the battle to destroy the kitchen.

“…”

The violent chef is extremely powerless, Fubuki-sama, you want to win the championship even with a fried egg, it's difficult!

However, he also has some ideas of his own. Since Mr. Fubuki wants the trophy for this God of Cooking Competition, then... only I will go out in person, Mr. Fubuki, wait, I will bring the trophy back to you.

Boom!

While he was distracted, Fubuki had finished a frying pan and came out with a dark face and asked to change the pan.

……

The next day.

Y city.

After the zombie disaster, everyone has been working hard to rebuild their homes. Today is a festive day, because the annual God of Cooking Competition has begun.

Excellent chefs from all over the country come together to compete in cooking.

"Hey, have you heard? Chef W has also come to participate in the competition."

"Wow, was the last Chef Chef?"

"Che, what is he? Let me tell you, if we come to the competition, he will definitely be the champion. You know, in all the competitions he has participated in, the champion is no exception. According to statistics, he has won the God of Cooking Trophy seven times, which is unprecedented in history, and is known as the king of the culinary world."

"Alas, what a pity, if he hadn't been a hero, we might have seen him in the competition."

"A man who doesn't want to be a hero is not a good cook."

The scene of the competition was very lively, crowded and full of voices. Everyone gathered together to chat with all kinds of gossip and gossip.

"There are so many people, I wonder if the king is here?"

A figure dressed in a green robe covering his entire body and wearing a grimace mask walked slowly through the crowd and went to the position of the contestants. The magic was that wherever she passed, the crowd would involuntarily separate A road for her to pass.

"Really, how could Fubuki think of proposing a cooking competition, and it's to participate in the God of Cooking competition to determine the winners and losers, I... I haven't learned how to fry eggs after practicing for a few days, if I don't want to lose to the king, I will never come to the competition, because... it's too embarrassing. I fry the eggs in the God of Cooking contest. I... Fortunately, I'm smart and come out in a robe. Now no one knows me, and , it is also convenient for me to hide my secret weapon, hum, I don't believe that this guy knows cooking, I want to see him get eliminated, and people will laugh at him, and the winner of this competition must be me."

It turns out that this mysterious contestant is Tornado. After three or two failures, she completely gave up on her real ability to advance.

"Fried eggs...too hard."

After the tornado entered the arena, another contestant wearing a dark green robe and a cartoon character mask also entered the arena. She was Fubuki, and she did not want to reveal her true identity because of her disguise. After all... ...Her cooking skills are also unsightly.

However, she also came prepared and worked hard to get a place and beat Tornado and King.

"This guy is king?"

"The person on the opposite side who refuses to reveal his identity is... king, right? My elder sister is not so tall! So where is my elder sister? Run away?"

Tornado and Fubuki looked at each other and guessed each other's identities. In order to cover up his physical characteristics, Tornado deliberately raised his height, while Fubuki wore a very loose robe in order to hide his hot figure. Her gender is not visible on the outside.

Following the two of them, another one wearing a golden robe embroidered with the symbols of ancient emperors and wearing a mask engraved with the word "king" entered the hall with a high profile, attracting attention.

"Who is this? King?"

"Why is there such a tall person again? Look at his mask...he is the king? Then the person opposite him is actually his sister?"

Tornado and Fubuki looked at the newcomer at the same time, and their eyes fell on the mask with the word "king" engraved on them. They were shocked and immediately confirmed the identity of "king".

"Eh? Why are there two people in green robes? Which one is Fubuki-sama?"

In fact, "king" is indeed "king", but it is not the king of the hero world, but the king of the culinary world - the violent chef. Yesterday, he saw that Fubuki cared so much about the trophy of the God of Cooking Competition. , Immediately, I had the idea of ​​going out in person. After all, with the cooking skills of Mr. Fubuki, he couldn't even make it through the knockout rounds.

However, he didn't have an upright end. He knew very well that Mr. Fuxue was a person with strong self-esteem. If he revealed his identity, won the trophy and gave it to her, she would never want it. So, he wants to hide his identity. , after winning the trophy, I will give it to Mr. Fubuki. Presumably such a polite person as Mr. Fuiyue will not refuse gifts from others. Hehe, I am not only good at cooking, but also have a good brain.

He walked slowly to his position, and carefully observed the two mysterious players in green robes. Soon, he recognized Fubuki. He had no choice. He joined the Fubuki group for more than two years and was very familiar with Fubuki's every move. , A robe can hide a person's appearance, but it can't cover up a person's behavior.

Hey, Fubuki-sama, let me help you win the God of Cooking trophy!

He stared straight at Fubuki with a smug look on his face.

"Oops, why does king keep staring at me?"

Chuixue saw "king" staring at her, and suddenly, "This guy won't treat me as my sister, right?"

"Hey, king, you're blind, I'm the tornado, what do you see others doing? Really, stupid like a pig."

Tornado found that "king" was only looking at another mysterious player in a green robe, but not himself, and immediately thought that "king" had identified the wrong person.

"However, what's with your straight eyes? Are you provocative? Who's afraid of who?"

She secretly hated and glared at "king" directly, but unfortunately, "king" didn't pay any attention to her at all, didn't even give her a single glance, and she gritted her teeth with anger.

So, in this strange atmosphere, the God of Cooking Competition officially started.

"Men and Ladies, welcome to our Master Chef Competition, this competition is sponsored by Oriental Chef Group, well, without further ado, I'm afraid everyone has been waiting for the start of the competition, and the contestants are also prepared Ready, can't wait to show everyone my superb cooking skills, then, I announce the annual MasterChef Contest... officially begins!"

The host enthusiastically announced the start of the contest.

Clang! Clap! Whoa!

For a time, all the chefs showed their magic skills, cutting vegetables and hot pots.

And after the host announced the start, "king" immediately picked up a kitchen knife and cracked a piece of tofu to carve a pattern. The scene was very beautiful. Under his control, the rough kitchen knife was embroidered like an embroidery needle, and the stitches were very precise. , embroidered a crystal clear white lotus.

"Eh? King... does this guy... know how to cook?" Tornado stared blankly at the performance of "king", shocked, "He... he should just be good at knives, right? Damn, I didn't expect it. This guy king also has a good swordsmanship."

"King has a good hand, but good knife skills don't mean you know how to cook. The most important thing is the taste."

Blizzard also gave "king" a few surprised glances.

The "king" was greatly encouraged, and even showed off his ability to hold kitchen knives in both hands to carve patterns, which won praise from the audience outside the venue.

"Smelly show off!"

Tornado and Fubuki snorted in unison.

The two of them are different in the field~IndoMTL.com~ While others are busy, they are not in a hurry, neither picking vegetables nor firing, as if they have a plan.

The first round of the God of Cooking Competition is a knockout round. Most of the chefs are eliminated, leaving only the best sixteen.

"Wow!"

After the "king" carving is completed, immediately add oil, add salt, put the pot and other actions in one go, flowing clouds and water, outsiders look like a master style, full of beauty, people can't help but be addicted to it.

"This guy really knows how to cook?"

"No way? King's cooking is so good?"

Tornado and Fubuki widened their eyes to see the action of "king". They must be so skilled in cooking all the year round.

"We were tricked."

The two of them exclaimed in their hearts, the king is hiding too deep, he actually knows how to cook, and he looks very good!

Damn, I'm going to suffer!