God descends the second element

Shiina Mabai sat next to Wang Hao, holding the tea cup with both hands, and took a sip, her face full of bitterness and said, "It's not good, I don't like bitter ones."

Suddenly, the tense atmosphere in the room dissipated, and a smile appeared on the serious face of Nakiri Senzaemon, "I didn't expect to see Miss Shiina here."

There were several black lines on Wang Hao’s forehead. He was misunderstood. He quickly explained: “Zhen Bai only lives here temporarily and just came from England today.”

"There is good tea, how can there be no delicious food? This is not like the hospitality of the Wang family." Nakiri Senzaemon opened the topic, staring at Wang Hao with scorching eyes, saying every word.

He just wanted to go to a hotel outside to eat, but Nakiri Senzaemon seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and said in one language: "Today, I'm here to taste Wang's kid's cuisine."

Wang Hao was stunned, and he couldn't make him refuse. He had no choice but to look at Nakiri Senzaemon and said, "That will disappoint you."

Indeed, he didn't have much exposure to cooking in his previous life, but he still learned some home-cooked dishes in his own life. They are all relatively simple ones. The best one should be egg fried rice.

Wang Hao has already determined in his heart, from the first sentence that Nakiri Senzaemon said to him, "You are Wang Hao", you can hear it. Nakiri Senzaemon is also the first time I saw him, so come here. The reason is very simple, it must be because of Father Wang.

Since he is the old man's old man, Wang Hao also bowed respectfully and walked toward the kitchen.

In any case, since entering the Qiushui Villa, it is a guest.

The guest made a request, and as the host, he really deserves to be entertained.

The remaining ingredients in the kitchen include eggs, cold rice, shrimp, ham, and some vegetables and seasonings.

"I hope not to make a fool of myself."

Wang Hao took a deep breath, picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board, and started to process the vegetables.

On the other side, he opened the hot pot, and he felt that in the process of cooking, the qi in his body was always rushing around very actively. Unlike the past, this qi was quietly overflowing from Wang Hao...

The scent drifted to the living room, Nakiri Senzaemon blinked, sniffed his nose, and closed his eyes again.

"The faint salty taste of seafood is mixed with the smell of cooking wine, the scent of pepper is almost inaudible, the unique scent of choy sum is mixed in between the two, the fragrance produced by eggs and rice... This is making seafood and egg fried rice. Is it?" The moment Nagiri Erina smelled the scent, she immediately began to analyze the ingredients used in the cooking, and she was able to discern it.

Nakiri Erina, a one-year student of Totsuki Gakuen High School, granddaughter of "The Demon King" Nakiri Senzaemon.

He has a genius taste called "God's Tongue", and he can tell where the salt is produced blindly.

When he was young, he worked as a supervisor in a famous restaurant, and a single sentence of evaluation has the influence on the future of a restaurant.

An out-and-out genius girl in the cooking world, Dojima Gin called "the material for the most masterpiece of Totsuki Academy".

Graduated as the chief of the Middle School, and became the tenth seat of the "Ten Judge Council" as the youngest in history and the first-year student of the Higher Ministry.

There is no doubt that she belongs to the genius that ordinary people look up to, and possesses the talent that chefs in the culinary world envy-the tongue of God.

The moment Erina Nakiri, who was born with noble birth, judged the cooking, his face showed dissatisfaction.

The Wang family is also a thousand-year-old family anyway. I didn't expect to be so downhearted now that it was ridiculous to entertain guests with seafood and egg fried rice.

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Chapter 23 Glowing Cuisine (Repair)

In the kitchen, when Wang Hao was cooking, his body fit was inexplicably high. He wrestled the pot with his left hand and turned the fried rice in the wok with the shovel in his right hand, all in one go.

Every time he stir-fried, he could always subconsciously control the heat and strength. Although the fried rice in the pot flickered in the sparks, none of the rice changed color due to the flame. Instead, Wang Hao used the flame to fry the rice until golden. .

This weird cooking skill...No, it should be said to be almost an instinct, so that he can clearly understand what to do next, especially when the trace of air in his body passed through his mind, Wang Hao suddenly felt his mind clear and his personality It seems to have shifted to a calm side, and calmly make the best choice at every step.

"call!"

The moment when the flame was suddenly adjusted to the maximum by Wang Hao, his eyes condensed, his left hand flicked slightly, the golden rice in the pot was flying in the air, and a fire snake danced wildly. It seemed that for a moment, the golden rice was frozen. With the bright firelight, a dazzling golden light burst out.

Suddenly, the trace of gas in Wang Hao's body separated a little, and quietly merged into the golden fried rice. He shocked all over, poured it into the prepared bowl with lightning speed, and took out one after another. Cover the fried rice with a lid.

After doing all this, his calm personality disappeared suddenly, and as a strong sense of prostration flooded his body, a few bean-sized beads of sweat fell on his forehead, and Wang Hao's face was a little pale.

The whole process took less than five minutes, but she seemed to have gone through a big battle, and most of her energy was used up, and her heart was beating.

"I hope to satisfy the appetite of'guests'."

Wang Hao smiled freely. Although he didn't have time to taste it, he was sure that the dishes made in the weird state just now were definitely not much different.

Even he himself was secretly surprised, why there was such a state, the entire kitchen seemed to be under his control, and the superb cooking skills were even more outstanding.

But when I think about my own situation carefully, I am completely relieved. Anyhow, I can be considered a god, although it is a bit...

He shook his head. In his previous life, he only knew a few kinds of dishes, tomato and persimmon egg soup, green pepper fried meat, and the best egg fried rice.

Although he has confidence in his own cooking, Wang Hao is still a little uneasy. It seems that this is the first time he has used his own cooking to entertain others. After all, it is rude to entertain guests with egg fried rice, so he will use a lid to cover it slightly. .

After calming his mind for a while, he picked up four dishes covered with a lid and walked out of the kitchen slowly.

Although it's just fried rice with eggs, it's not a joke either!

...

When he entered the living room, Nagiri Senzaemon's closed eyes suddenly opened, flashing a sharp light, and staring at the food in Wang Hao's hand.

"Isn't it just a common people's dish like egg fried rice? Why do you hide it like this?" Erina Nakiri squinted at Wang Hao contemptuously. He didn't understand why his grandfather came to this place, and his expression became colder, and continued: " Sure enough, it is indeed a downright family, and even the grade has dropped so much, which is really disappointing."

"Please taste it first!"

Wang Hao frowned slightly, and politely placed the dishes in front of the two. Nagari Senzaemon turned a blind eye to the conversation between the two, seeing only the dishes hidden by the lid.

Nagiri Senzaemon gently opened the lid, and a dazzling light burst out suddenly. Everyone at the scene rubbed their eyes in disbelief, including Wang Hao, as if the light that just appeared was just an illusion. .

"Unexpectedly... it is actually a glowing dish!"

The sudden burst of light from the cooking shocked Nagiri Senzaemon. He knew exactly what the shiny cooking meant.

About a hundred years ago, the entire cooking industry ushered in a storm...it should be said that it was the golden age!

At that time, there was a sentence that specifically evaluated the chef's cooking, and food that did not shine was not good.

It is a pity that since the God of Cooking, the glowing cuisine has completely separated from the entire cooking world, and no one can reproduce it.

Nagiri Senzaemon narrowed his eyes. Is this the beginning of a new golden age?

...

In an apartment, on the spacious living room sofa, there is a charming beauty lying lazily, with her long hair slightly scattered, and she is taking a nap.

Suddenly, she woke up from sleep, a gleam of excitement flashed in her eyes, she looked out the window thoughtfully, and resumed her lazy sleeping position.

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