"Qilin son?"

Xia Yu raised his eyebrows.

The letter was delivered to the door in the name of the dragon-headed halberd. Is the content? In a word, congratulations to him on being the 12th generation of Qilin son in the Chinese world.

He couldn't help but sigh.

Time came unknowingly early May, and the weather began to have a hint of heat from the midsummer from the coolness and slight warmth of spring.

It seems that the last time I got on the Loulin Ship and learned about the "Qilinzi" incident, it was during the New Year's Eve hunting meeting in January, right?

In the blink of an eye, nearly half a year passed.

It turned out to be out of reach and I dared not think too much or expect too much. The name of "Qilin Son" which has only 11 heroes elected has fallen on his head, adding a more dazzling halo to him.

Xia Yu was very moved, but he was in a relaxed mood. He defeated Huang He, jumped into the dragon gate, and since then he turned into a dragon, leaving the younger generation far away on the ground. If he didn't give him the name of "Qilin Son", the entire Chinese land would be in an uproar and riot.

Xia Yu was not under pressure to accept this "Crown Prince Crown".

"What do you say to the old guy?" Zhu Qing saw Xia Yu look at the letter, a refreshing smile appeared on his face.

After folding the letter and stuffing it back to the envelope, Xia Yu lowered his eyes and said, "Let me put it aside as soon as possible, set off to the imperial capital, and go to the Baiyu Tower."

“What about specific?”

"Discuss on Qilinzi's affairs with the leader..."

Xia Yu floated away with the letter, leaving Zhu Qing with a surprised wide-eyed beads.

Maki and Erina surrounded him. In this place, Maki Morita had been able to speak fluent Chinese. Erina's learning progress was a little behind. Although her speaking language had a strange accent, her hearing was basically accessible.

They had heard of the name of "Qilinzi" as early as Japan. After all, the Chinese Food Festival and the neon food world are a relationship of one's clothes and water.

"Aunt Qing, is Ayu going to enter the 'Qilin Pavilion'?" I am so happy.

Erina Nakiri's complexion.

The gap between her and him was not only not narrowed because of her hard pursuit, but instead widened...

What is the "Queen of the Far Moon", it seems that now it can only look up at the giant dragon soaring in the sky on the throne on the surface, and the giant dragon has already entered the realm of freedom...

That night, the news that Xia Yu was elected as the 12th generation "Qilinzi" spread when Ju went downstairs.

at the same time.

The wind was also deliberately released by the high-rise buildings of Baiyu Building and was heard from the solemn Forbidden City.

The wind is blowing.

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"Pu..." At night, a stone was thrown into the small pond in the yard of the chrysanthemum, and on the side, Erina Nakiri curled up and squatted here. Her face was complicated and she was full of confusion about the future.

When she lost confidence in the target in her heart, and her strong mask was shattered by the excessive gap, what about the "Queen of Far Moon"? Under the proud mask was just a delicate and delicate college girl.

"Um!" The girl who had been struggling for a long time suddenly bit her white wrist. When the red marks of the teeth appeared, the pain also made the confused and helpless girl sober.

Erina patted her delicate cheeks and said to herself: "...You have traveled thousands of miles to China to improve your cooking skills? Even if you lose the possibility of catching up with him, my cooking skills cannot stop... The chief of the Tenth Master Yuanyue? No, my goal is no longer limited to this... Soon, soon, I will fight with those of Wuxiu..."

A laugh suddenly broke the silence by the pool: "Yes, this is the Erina I know."

The visitor was Alice Nakiri, and she must have been observing her secretly for a while.

Erina immediately "expressed" her face.

Alice's pretty face showed a fox-like sly smile, and went to the stone chair behind Erina, sat down and lowered her voice and said quietly: "Erina, why not join forces!"

"?"

"Lecturer, I am very vigilant and wary of me, but I am not with you." Alice mentioned the young lecturer's deliberate alienation, and her tone was inevitably resentful and angry.

There was a slight twitching at the corner of Erina Nakiri's mouth.

"If I were me, I would be far away from you." She said mercilessly, and glanced at her cousin's charming and passionate red eyes. For some reason, she felt envious in her heart.

If she could express herself like this...

The thought stopped here, and a red glow floated on the girl's cheeks.

This time Alice didn't plan to argue with Erina, so she came over and muttered a few mysterious words, just like a dog-headed military advisor who had a trick. When Erina heard this, her face turned red like a monkey's butt, "You, you... are so indecent! Who wants to form an alliance with you to attack at night!"

Obviously, Alice has been resentful of the last night attack failure. This time she wanted to attract a reliable ally to increase her success rate and even let go of her prejudice against her cousin.

She was very embarrassed and said, "If you hesitate like this, you will never have a chance!"

"No chance is better than being unconventional!"

“…”

night.

On the surface, Xia Yu's life trajectory has not changed as before, but in fact he has reduced a lot of practice in the Chef God Space and chose to relax his nerves after the battle and let himself take a few more breaths.

So he lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Breathing is like a trickle stream, the more it flows, the more it is, the longer it flows, and it goes towards the unknown and dark realms. I don’t know where to slow down and gather into rivers and lakes.

Consciousness is also floating in nothingness.

It's like the body is placed in the middle of the lake, little by little, flooded by the lake water.

"You're here."

A pleasant voice, gentle voice, and a warm current grows in my heart.

Xia Yu opened the door, and then was shocked. The sun was blazing in the sky. When he faced the sunlight, his eyes felt tingling. He couldn't help but raise his hand to cover the sun and step out.

In the yard, a graceful woman was facing her back to her and placed a dustpan on a wooden shelf.

"Downshield" is a very common drying tool. It is usually woven from bamboo and is flat and round. The eyes are swept over. There are about seven or eight dustpans that describe the same, but they are scattered with shells, abalone, sea cucumber, shrimp, and mushrooms...

"These ingredients?" Xia Yu's pupils shrank slightly.

In his vision, the bright sunshine spread down the ground, and the ingredients in the dustpan were like a mysterious golden halo.

Yes, there is no doubt that the ingredients are bathed in the sun, and vaguely, Xia Yu seemed to be able to hear "Ah", "so comfortable", "This is so wonderful", "It's so wonderful", it's like...

It represents life, and the hot sunlight gives these ingredients life!

The back gave the plump and dignified and gentle woman straightened her waist and wiped her forehead with a smooth back of her palm. Her side face was filled with soft smiles, "...Food ingredients, after full sunlight, they accumulate the ultimate freshness inside. Only by absorbing enough sun essence can they be called the top-notch dry goods."

"How about it……"

A woman with the charm of maturity of time, she turned her back to Xia Yu before she could turn around and said softly: "What kind of thing do you think the 'sun' is in cooking?"
Chapter completed!