At this moment, a rapid alarm bell sounded in the glacier.
The security inside the glacier is very good. The last time the alarm went off was when Zhang Wei chopped the glacier with his knife.
"What's going on!" Tang Zhihun shouted loudly.
The guard at the door replied: "It seems that someone has sneaked into the glacier. Lord Wu Yong has already fought with the enemy."
Tang Zhihun was shocked. Could it be that the person hiding in the secret had been discovered?
Although Wu Yong is not very smart, his kung fu is definitely top notch!
"You stay here, I'll go take a look."
"Chef, be careful, just leave it to the guards."
Tang Zhihun smiled and said: "Don't worry about me, my knife is not just for cutting vegetables."
Before he could finish speaking, there was a roar from the door, just like a C4 explosion.
A man in black clothes covered in blood struggled to stand up in the dust, it was Bruce.
Wu Yong's heroic voice came from far away: "Hahaha, run away, run away as much as you want!"
"Oh, you entered the kitchen? What, are you planning to take a hostage?"
At this time, Wu Yong was completely different from usual. His height suddenly increased to two and a half meters, and his bulging muscles were comparable to those of a bodybuilder. There were countless sword marks on them.
Wu Yong clenched his fists and made a crackling sound.
"I advise you to save your energy. If you are captured without mercy, I promise to treat the captives well!"
Coupled with Wu Yong's ferocious and crazy expression, these words are not convincing at all.
Bruce spat out a mouthful of blood and gasped: "I don't want to run away, and I don't want to take hostages either. Just give me some peace and quiet for a while. I have something to say to Tang Zhihun."
After looking at the person coming, Tang Zhihun scratched his head and said, "Who are you? You look familiar."
Phew~
Bruce spat out a mouthful of old blood angrily, pointed at the drunken shrimp roll and shouted loudly: "You have eaten my food for two days, and you still ask me who I am!"
"Are you...Bruce?"
Tang Zhihun was confused on the spot. Could it be that you were the one who taught me how to make Lingxi Wuqin Soup?
"I...can't accept it."
Bruce thought he was talking about his own cooking, and then smiled to himself.
"I admit that compared to your offal soup, what I have done is rubbish. It is normal that you cannot accept it."
Tang Zhihun had a question mark on his face: "What internal organs?"
At this time, Wu Yong rushed towards Bruce like lightning and pressed his shoulder, making bursts of teeth-sharp sounds like cracking bones.
Bruce was sweating profusely in pain, but still insisted: "I still have a few questions!"
"Soup Soul, what kind of processing method did you use to make your beef offal soup?"
Tang Zhihun was dumbfounded on the spot, and then said in disbelief: "Could that letter in my bedroom be written by you, right?"
"if not?"
"You cooked all these dishes?"
"Two, the five-tail shark and the crayfish."
"What about Lingxi Five-Animal Soup?"
"I admit, that dish is far better than it was ten years ago. I don't even have the courage to fight."
"Did you eat some kind of offal food? Where did you find it?"
Bruce asked doubtfully: "Didn't you put it in the kitchen to compete with me? And the one this morning..."
Before Bruce could finish speaking, Tang Zhihun flew up and kicked Bruce directly in the face.
Then he grabbed Bruce by the collar and said, "You idiot! Idiot! Where's the soup? Where's the soup?"
"Drink..."
"Grass!!! What does it smell like!"
"It's wonderful..."
Tang Zhhun felt like his head was getting bigger.
Unable to control himself any longer, he pushed Bruce to the ground and punched him hard, each punch never leaving the area above his neck.
"Repay me with soup...repay me with soup..."
"Are you fucking sick? You come here to fight with me when you have nothing to do... NTM hasn't grown up!"
"You also left a letter... secretly drank my soup..."
"I said that the Shark Barbeque was just average, but I didn't even dare to doubt it... I thought it was a test of me!"
"Gan, I have been battling with Void for a long time..."
Tang Zhihun vented wildly, and his fists were bloody, and Wu Yong smacked his tongue as he watched.
Seeing Bruce's shock pass, Tang Zhihun stood up with a lingering sense of contentment. After ten years of old and new hatreds, he finally felt relieved at this moment.
"How did you find him?"
Wu Yong replied: "This guy is crazy. He is eating in the ventilation corridor and crying and laughing while eating."
"I was passing by and I could tell at a glance that this guy's tableware came from the high-end area."
"Besides, who has nothing to do to go to the ventilation corridor to eat? There is something wrong at first sight."
Crying and laughing...
Bruce's cooking soul knows that being on par with him can make him eat dishes that make him cry and laugh at the same time...
What level is that?
If you can give it to yourself, your cooking skills will definitely improve significantly!
Looking at Bruce who was lying on the ground, Tang Zhihun wanted to punch him two more times.
"Master Tang, please be gentle. I'll wait until you wake up and recover from your injuries before I fight you. We can continue to develop."
Wu Yong quickly dragged Bruce away, otherwise he would have been easily silenced. He was finally captured alive, and maybe he could get some useful information out of him!
"Minister Wu Yong, you must examine it carefully. He ate two dishes that are extremely important to me!"
Wu Yong thought of the theft of condiments a few days ago and Lingxi Wuqin Soup, and then nodded.
Zhang Wei, who was on the side, listened to the general idea and was able to sort it out.
Tang Zhihun wrote another letter, roughly explaining the internal and external reasons, and hoped to be lucky enough to taste the so-called beef offal cuisine and the mysterious cuisine this morning.
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Very deep dungeon.
The door was heavily guarded, and the unconscious Bruce was locked here. There was half of the uneaten food in the insulated lunch box beside him.
Tang Zhihun rushed over and touched the lunch box as if it were a treasure.
"At first I thought it was a thief, so I ordered my men to put away the lunch box."
Tang Zhihun hugged Wu Yong and said with great joy: "You weakling, you finally got to do something serious!"
"I don't feel like you're complimenting me."
"that's not important!"
Tang Zhhun calmed down his mood and opened the lunch box carefully.
Inside is an exquisite barbecue dish and a bottle of hot wine.
"It seems very similar to yesterday's shark barbecue."
"The wine also smells of blood...but not the fish."
"The meat is dark red and oily in color, it seems to be some kind of... carnivore!"
I couldn't bear the soul of the soup anymore, so I cut a piece and tasted it carefully.
It's deep and flavourful, but the flavor of the meat itself is completely masked by the seasonings, making it impossible to tell what kind it is.
"The skill of combining the seasonings is simply amazing. The meat is just a carrying platform. The proportion of seasonings alone can turn decay into magic."
To be able to use such a heavy seasoning, it is certain that this meat, like shark meat, is inherently extremely unpalatable.
But after adjusting the ingredients, the type of meat itself is completely invisible!
"But...just based on this taste, it can only be regarded as average, not even as good as me and Bruce."
"The secret person's cooking...can't be that simple."
"Could it be that……"
Tang Zhihun looked at the hot wine aside, and then at the unconscious Bruce.
"Could it be that they use the same technique as blues, a duet?"