Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 762 Masterpiece

On the field, the chef's movements had begun to become dazzling, with all kinds of unprecedented ingredients and seasonings transforming in his hands. Although these were ingredients that no one had ever seen before, and were being transformed into a dish that almost no one had ever seen before, watching this process made one believe...

“This is absolutely delicious!”

Qian Huan swallowed.

The comedian was even a little dissatisfied: "This chef usually doesn't bother to use all these good ingredients and put in all this effort when cooking for us, but in the ring, he pulled out his best skills to compete with others. What a waste!"

Wang Yuyang spoke slowly, "Actually, I've eaten there once... Once when he was passing through Guangdong Province, he invited Yu Qiang and me to his restaurant. I brought him a bottle of Kirishima Aged Wine as a gift, and he was so happy that he made a dessert called 'Forever Together' for Yu Qiang and me."

After Wang Yuyang said this, everyone in the "Freedom Alliance" looked at him curiously.

"Is it delicious?"

"It had a refreshing fruity aroma and a smooth, jelly-like texture... It might sound ordinary, but it was definitely more than delicious," the usually calm Wang Yuyang couldn't help but reveal a fascinated expression as he recalled it. "Let me tell you this... Three days after eating it, Yu Qiang and I went to a new dungeon. A boss there tried to cast a Mind Curse on both of us, but we failed."

"It's a delicacy that completely transcends human experience. And it's not like in literary works, where you feel like other desserts have no flavor after eating it. No... It's the kind of thing that you do regret not being able to have again, but you also feel a sense of fulfillment."

As Wang Yuyang spoke, the comedian also touched his chin.

"Now that the cooking god has finished his fight, we need him to make some for us!"

The other members also nodded.

They are now starting to think about what to do next.

After all, in their opinion, the chef has already used all his best skills, so how could he fail?

And on the court...

The chef’s cooking is nearing completion.

"It's perfect...it's in better shape than ever before."

"It turns out that people still need to push themselves. This dish is probably the best I've ever made!"

The more skilled a person is, the more he can be called a "master", and the more likely he is to be blessed by "good or bad condition" and "flash of inspiration" at certain times.

Although they have a very high standard and don’t need a “feel” to guarantee the quality of their products…

But compared to the average "experienced" and "expert" players, their upper limit is also very high.

The ups and downs of other people's performance may determine whether today's level can be raised from 80 points to 90 points.

And those who reach the top in a certain field... masters who have hard work, talent and opportunity, when they are in good shape, can achieve results of tens of thousands.

At this moment, the God of Cooking felt the blessing brought by his own "inspiration".

"It's perfect... I have to give myself 10,000 points!"

"There's still one minute left, there's absolutely enough time – when I open the lid and add the final seasoning, the aroma will surely be so fragrant she won't be able to bear it!"

The God of Cooking thought about it in his mind and then finished cooking.

He took out the "10,000-point dish" specially prepared for Robin, covered it with a silver lid, and placed it on the dining cart.

The chef now can't wait to see the mixed expression of surprise, happiness and satisfaction on Robin's face after he eats it.

This is also the expression that the chef has always pursued.

after all……

In the eyes of the God of Cooking, "cooking" as a skill is different from any artistic creation. It is created entirely to bring happiness and wonderful experiences to others.

No matter how satisfied you are with a dish, if it cannot be tasted and appreciated by diners, it is meaningless.

The end of cooking is not the moment it comes out of the pot, but the moment it is tasted and eaten.

"Come on, Chigeng—be impressed by my cooking. Even though you know you can win by just saying 'not tasty', you still have to say 'delicious'!"

Placing his hand on the dining cart, an almost morbid anticipation appeared on the chef's face.

"Give me something delicious to the point of tears and overwhelming joy!"

He thought of this and then shouted.

"This is a dish for you, Ms. Robin. I named it - 'The Lonely Artist'!"

The God of Cooking said this, and then... the transparent glass soup pot covered with cracks was opened.

Before I knew it, the geometric shapes outside had accumulated enough to cover the area around the original soup pot.

The God of Cooking even found it somewhat surprising that the soup pot, which he had thought was reliable enough, was now slightly displaced.

But that’s okay…it doesn’t matter.

After all, he didn't fall.

Pushing the food cart, the God of Cooking looked into the distance and saw Robin, who had stopped painting and was sitting there staring at him.

"It seems that even though you haven't tasted this dish yet, you already know that I'm going to win, right?"

The God of Cooking smiled, then walked along the narrow stone path towards the robin.

Because he had seen the lobster walk by several times in the air, the God of Cooking also took the shortest route.

As he walked slowly, he realized something was wrong.

The distance of the stone path seemed longer than imagined.

Has the venue changed?

wrong--

Suddenly realizing something was wrong, the chef suddenly discovered.

The distant scenery, the spectators in the arena, the stone path beneath my feet, and the figure of the robin...

Nothing is right.

"This...is this a drawing?"

The God of Cooking muttered, and suddenly looked back, only to find that the direction he should actually go was on the other side.

He stepped into the "picture" painted by the robin!

Realizing this, the God of Cooking immediately turned around and found Zhi Geng standing in the distance holding a sketchbook.

And in the other party's hands...

Take an eraser.

The chef's face changed drastically, and he immediately ran away with the food cart.

Unfortunately, it's too late!

The stone path under his feet disappeared in an instant, and the God of Cooking fell downwards.

At the critical moment, the God of Cooking struggled to push the dining cart upwards - the dining cart carrying his great culinary masterpiece landed on the edge of the real stone road.

But the God of Cooking fell into the mist below.

Seeing the God of Cooking falling, Zhigeng walked over cautiously.

She opened the dining cart, and the dishes inside were shaking so much that they couldn't be seen in any shape.

Robin picked it up and finished the whole dish, then spoke softly again.

"It's cold...so it's not that tasty."

As she finished her words, the voice of referee Earl rang out.

"The chef failed to finish the dish within 15 minutes, and he has been unconscious for more than ten seconds, so the winner is... Zhi Geng!"