People in the food world, starting from scratch to explore the food world

The next day.

When the sunlight shines into the water pipe house.

Xiaosong was still sleeping soundly.

The masked uncle slowly approached the sleeping Komatsu.

Then, quietly lay on his head.

Dirty liquid flowed from the eyes, nostrils and mouth.

With gurgling sounds, it slowly dripped into his mouth.

Xiaosong suddenly opened his eyes, but there was no strange uncle beside him.

This scene made Xiaosong gasp: "Fortunately it was just a dream!"

Lin Mo, who was looking out the window, heard the noise and turned around to ask, "What? Are you dreaming too?"

Xiaosong was about to say something when he found that Chuck beside him had disappeared.

Xiao Song quickly asked Lin Mo, "Where's Chuck? Why is he gone?"

Lin Mo shrugged: "When I woke up this morning, I didn't see him. I looked everywhere for him. I don't know where this kid ran off to."

When Xiaosong heard this, he immediately put on his shoes and ran out of the house.

Seeing the uncle sitting outside the door, he quickly asked, "Uncle! Have you seen Chuck?"

Under the uncle's creepy mask, his eyes seemed to be soulless:

"He was taken away early in the morning. He was forcibly detained..."

"Chuck too...Chuck is just like his mother."

"Is my soul going to be sold?!"

The uncle's words left Xiaosong confused: "What the hell is this talking about?!"

Lin Mo saw the uncle's body covered with scars and realized that he seemed to have had a conflict with someone.

Moreover, the sea urchin and leek on his body also disappeared.

"What...what does that mean?"

"Can the soul be sold? And what about Chuck's mother?" Xiaosong asked in confusion.

After all, last night.

Chuck said his mother was working outside and was involved in a large mission for Blue Grier.

Obviously, the two of them encountered another problem.

On the other side, Greer Stadium.

At this time, the place was already bustling with people, as if a celebration was taking place.

The balloons flying all over the sky and the endless shouts all demonstrate the liveliness and importance of this place.

Ten floors underground at Greer Stadium, in the lounge of the Ten Bay Five.

After taking off his mask, Asaldi, the owner of Fukushima Silken Kappo, looks amazing!

At this time, Asaldi was selecting his favorite books from the huge bookshelf.

He used the quantum mechanics method of reading, constantly looking at the book in his hand.

The time spent reading can be calculated in seconds, so you can pick up two books at a time and work on them one by one.

With the rustling sound of pages turning, Asaldi only needed to take a quick glance to know the contents of the book.

But in a short while, he finished reading the two books.

Then, he spread his hands, lay down on the chair behind him and began to think.

At this time, the chef of deep seaweed cuisine, Kongdelwende, walked in.

He spread his hands and shouted happily to the other four:

"Everyone! The seats upstairs are already packed! The atmosphere is incredibly lively!"

"I didn't expect even ST10 would gather here. Such a grand occasion hasn't been seen in decades, maybe even centuries!"

Meimei, the manager of the hot pot restaurant, said unhappily, "Kondel, close the door! It's too bright!"

"Besides, you're too noisy!"

Kong Deer didn't pay attention to Meimei's complaints, but asked him: "Master Mei, what do you think?"

Meimei, who had wrapped herself tightly, could not help but turn around and said to Condel sternly:

"Listen up! Once you open the door, close it immediately!"

"This is just the 23,652nd time I'm reminding you!"

"If you do it again, I'll throw you in the spice pot!"

Condel came forward and said, "Oh, no, Master Mei~"

"What I want to ask is, what do you think about this?"

The chef of the hydraulic cuisine, Kachino Chishu, advised Meimei not to waste her words:

"You can tell a person's age by looking at him when he's three years old~"

"It's a habit he's lived through for thousands of years, and there's no way he can change it no matter what you say."

"Speaking of which, Master Mei, it's amazing that you can remember how many times you've said it."

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Kondel spoke to Asaldi who was lying on the chair:

"Assaldi, how good are the chefs in the human world?"

"What kind of chef did you see..."

"Huh?! Why are you crying?"

Assaldi, who was lying on his back on the recliner, was shedding two lines of tears at this moment, which made Kondel stunned.

The Coral Tower's manager, Picnik Boba, advised Kondel to be more cautious and not to provoke Asaldi:

"While Asardi is reading, I advise you not to provoke him."

"It's better to stay away from him!"

"Assaldi is still immersed in the world of books."

Kondel couldn't help but wonder: "What kind of book is this? It can actually make our Asaldi cry."

He glanced at the book open on the table, titled "Marilyn's Pot".

Meimei was impressed by this: "Oh, that moving masterpiece by Melissa Mann, over 500 pages long."

"Melisman is a great writer in the human world!"

Seeing that Kongdel was a little confused, Meimei continued to explain: "That book seems to have been brought by a young man from the human world 216 years ago."

Condel was puzzled: "Young man? That guy should be an old man!"

Speaking of that person, a picture flashed through everyone's mind at the same time.

That’s an old man named Yilong!

It is an existence stronger than the leader!

This person who came from the human world left a huge impression on the ten and five people.

Kongdel pondered and said, "In other words, the chefs from the human world this time should not be underestimated."

"After all, it's Chef Gigi who brought this person here, so I'm really looking forward to it!"

At this time, Asardi opened his eyes and said coldly: "Kondel, you keep chattering over there, it's really annoying!"

"I'm the one who called ST10 here, so just shut up!"

Condel leaned closer and said, "So, this time is really worth looking forward to!"

Faced with Condel's repeated humiliation, Asardi could no longer tolerate it: "How many times do I have to tell you this? If you do this again, I will kill you!"

Condel seemed genuinely amused. He grinned slyly, "Kill me? What a nostalgic line! No one says such old-fashioned words anymore."

"Come on, come on. I will be resurrected anyway."

Asardi's tone was filled with impatience: "Since you're determined to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

"Is dying tens of thousands of times enough?!"

Nick Boba thought: "No wonder Asardi is in such a bad mood now. The second book he reads will be a subtle tawdry work!"

Meimei, however, thinks: "It's great that they are young. The fact that they have such rich emotions alone is something I envy."

Nochixiu, who was standing by, stood up from his chair and said, "I've seen it, but I don't remember the content."

While the five of them were chatting, a staff member opened the door and shouted, "Everyone! Please get ready!"

"It's almost your turn!"

Above the venue.

The host, wearing a mask and holding a conch shell, was calling out:

"Everyone at the scene! Is the rice ready?"

All the audience held up their bowls filled with white rice.

They shouted happily: "We're ready to eat! Let's get started!"

In other lively places, the audience is just waiting to watch the show.

But here, all we have to do is wait for the meal to be served.

The host exclaimed intoxicatedly:

"The aroma of the Ten Shells and Five People's cooking..."

"No! Just one look at it can make people eat ten bowls of rice~"

Not only the audience in the venue, but all the people watching the broadcast across Blue Grier were holding rice in their hands, sticking out their tongues, and looking forward to the moment it started.

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