Chapter 921: : Enlarged Vortex (Part 1)

Juxia sauce is not a spoof, but it does exist.
In "China's Yifan", Liu Pengxing used the legendary kitchen utensils to turn the dragon pot into a short period of time to make "Jixia Sauce" that takes a full year to make.
One year...
Hey, this long cooking time is enough to show the strong taste of Ju downstairs, right?
Fairy Bei is the creator of Juxiaxia.
Naturally, the taste of Fairy Shellfish is the pure original taste of Juxia sauce. No problem.
"Original sauce!" Xia Yu grinned at the corner of her chin, went to the store warehouse, and checked the receipt, but found that the warehouse space was empty, and immediately said in amazement: "System, what about the sauce?"
Beep.
A holographic projection map of Ju downstairs emerged in front of us.
On the map, there are flashing red dots.
Xia Yu has played the game anyway, and the forehead has a black line, how can there be a sense of sight of the treasure map, hello, this is digging treasure!
Yesterday, I spent a whole day going downstairs and familiarizing myself carefully.
The pattern of the backyard is almost printed in his head, and even if Xia Yu is a hopeless road idiot, there is a system, and he can easily find the specific location of the red dot.
An ancient well, in front of Xia Yu.
This is obviously an abandoned well, not far from the wall surrounded by moss, and at the other end is a deep alley.
The alley is full of old houses.
Around the ancient well, there were bare bricks and bricks, blocks of blue bricks, which had a slight crack in the last year. They felt slippery in the early morning, and the pedals should be careful not to fall.
Xia Yu walked two steps forward, hey, his eyes were attracted by a porcelain bowl with a brand-new painting style on the well platform around the ancient well.
An unspeakable strange fragrance floated along the breeze.
Sniffing his nose, Xia Yu's eyes were amazed, "This is Juxia sauce? But why is it here!"
Looking down at the deep ancient well.
Boom.
His footsteps echoed back half a step forward, echoing inside Gujing, inexplicably palpitation.
At the same time, Xia Yuduan said to the system: "...Can you identify this ancient well for me?"
"The current exploration conditions are insufficient."
The system responded coldly.
what.
Xia Yu was not disappointed, but shook his head and made a funny laugh. The system's statement is not the performance of the three hundred and two silver here.
He suddenly moved so thoughtfully.
Since the special product "Juxia sauce" of Juxiaxia comes from this, can it not be deduced in the past, such as the extremely cold water of Baiyulou, there is also a weirdness that does not speak?
Xia Yu, who has long known the so-called "in the world", dared to infer.
but.
At the moment it is not time to entangle the origins of Gujing and Juxia sauce, Xia Yu looked up and saw the sky gradually climbing towards the sun, and muttered in his mouth: "They are coming soon..."
Around noon, two media teams arrived at Juxia downstairs.
Speaking of which, the leaders of the two teams are acquaintances.
One person is Qi Qingyan.
The other one is Mu Xiaoyue.
In addition to hosting major events such as competitions, halberds, etc., Qi Qingyan is usually the leader of the National Taiwan Food Channel.
Mu Xiaoyue brought a lot of joy to the youngsters during the time when Xia Yu took over the shop.
Over the past year, not only is Xia Yu growing, but Mu Xiaoyue has also turned from a web celebrity foodie into a founder of the "Witness·Classic" popular food self-media. Even she has appeared at this year's conference as a judge Hunting stage.
It's been a few days since the halberd was eaten, but its influence is still fermenting rapidly, to places outside the Chinese world...
Xia Yu looked at the woman sitting in front of her.
Official media, private media.
This is all done.
There are too many media outlets trying to interview him. Xia Yu chose these two, but not for others.
Qi Qingyan is dressed in an off-white dress and her legs are close together, sitting opposite.
"...Master Xia, do you still remember Lan Lao's appraisal of the achievements you have made in cooking today on the night of the halberd? What do you think of the key you hold? How do you feel?"
"How long do you think it will be before you can really push that dragon door?"
One question after another.
Mu Xiaoyue and Qi Qingyan asked alternately, Xia Yu kept a calm smile, not hot or cold, and gave good answers to all questions.
of course.
He was interviewed for the purpose of more than just increasing exposure and harvesting a wave of fame.
At the end of the interview, it was already afternoon, Xia Yu stood up and said to a group of workers in the house: "Everyone is lucky"
"where!"
"Chef Xia, you worked hard!"
Men and women workers said busy.
Xia Yu bent over slightly and made a gesture of invitation, "Please follow me, there is a small hospitality to thank you."
Invite everyone to the back kitchen of Ju downstairs.
Qi Qingyan and Mu Xiaoyue watched Xia Yu put on an apron in public, and cleaned his hands carefully in front of the sink, not looking at each other on the ground.
Cook dishes on site.
This is not a small hospitality.
Seeing the excitement and excitement of the team members around, they were both stunned and surprised.
"Sister Qi, do you want to continue shooting?" asked the female assistant.
Qi Qingyan glanced at the shooting equipment, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth. "Why don't you shoot? Why don't you shoot? Since he is going to act, we will assist in the end!"
The female assistant tilted her head puzzled. Qi Qingyan laughed and said nothing.
Smart as she can vaguely guess a hint of Xia Yu's heart, but the guess needs to be confirmed.
Xia Yu moved a full version of fresh pork, took the blade, cut the meat while chopping the meat, and did not forget to tell Liu Ying who had already gotten up and washed over: "Sakura, have you seen the barrel in the corner, please All the water in the bucket is dumped, glutinous rice is put in the basket, and the water is drained."
Pork, glutinous rice.
Then came a yellow catfish that was kept fresh in the water tank.
And pumpkins.
Miscellaneous but undisturbed ingredients give everyone a strong sense of both eyes. Qi Qingyan said in a panic: "Ah, isn't this the full set of ingredients for Wei Zhong's "Three Steams" recipe?"
...
At the same time, the large hospital in Jingchu Provincial City ~ EbookFREE.me ~ the roof.
Wei Zhong, wearing a sick suit and a haggard face, held the railing and stared at the crowd coming and going under the hospital.
A female nurse covered her hat and shouted: "Master Chef, the wind is high. Come back to the ward, someone will see you coming."
Wei Zhong turned slowly, "Master Chef? Huh."
The smile is full of disappointment.
"Please stop calling me this way!" He grabbed his hand on the stone under the guardrail and pulled out a row of clearly visible blood stains. "I lost, and I will no longer be a cook!"
"waste!"
A cold shout suddenly came from the corridor behind the nurse.
Huang He came up with a hand.
"My disciples of Huang He, even if they are beaten to hell, then they will try to go back to the world from hell!"
Wei Zhong threw himself down on his knees, lowered his head, without knowing his expression, but his tears were blown up in the air by the wind.
Suddenly he pulled the sick clothes off, and Wei Zhong knelt, moved his body to remove the indelible mark on his back, and showed it to Huang He, "I've...fallen forever!"
Huang He's pupils shrink.
In the flesh and flesh, the word ‘unpalatable’ is quite eye-catching.
With a loud bang, Wei Zhong leaned on the rooftop floor and choked: "I am now a lonely ghost outside the world. I am rejected by others. The situation is more miserable than the street mouse. I can no longer give you my father. Filial piety!"
"Get up" Huang He looked gloomy, grabbed Wei Zhong's shoulders, looked at his righteous son, apprentice crying in front of him, and felt that his heart was tight. With lips twitching, Huang He's eyes were sad, "It's my fault! It's our underestimation, no, we fell into the trap of Grand Xia's grandson!"
"Xia Qing!"
The grim voice echoed on the rooftop.
The female nurse somehow quietly covered the door and stepped back from the roof. He heard the dull roar on the stairs and covered his mouth in fright.