Gourmet of Another World

It's raining.

It's still raining with spirituality.

Though the gait is suppressed, it still exists, and for spirituality in the rain, the sensation is real.

Will Earth have spiritual energy?

Has he always existed, or has he been inspired by his return?

There was some doubt in the pedestrian mind that he had not practiced before and naturally did not know whether there was spirituality in the rain.

The spiritual rain lasted not long and soon stopped.

The floor was filled with water, and he stepped on it by foot, splashing water, and cold rain drilled into his toe seams to make him feel cool.

Spiritual Qi is only contained in the rain, falling rain, after evaporation, the original spiritual Qi in the rain is also followed by the rise.

Diffuse in the air.

In fact, there is no spirituality in the air, because it rains, so there is spirituality.

Weird out in the rain...

Suddenly, the gait stunned.

Into contemplation.

It seems that the organic fruit is really sleeping on this planet, otherwise there will be no spiritual rain on the planet.

No ghost was found, and the pedestrian formula was helpless.

His mind was suppressed, and that suppression was strong. Of course, the pedestrian formula could be suppressed by force, but it was not known what the consequences would be.

You know how to crack a snake?

Still causes dramatic changes on the planet, causing the planet to destroy or something...

Back in the old house.

What is still in the air is the smell of moldy ingredients, frowning on foot, putting away all these ingredients and throwing them away as garbage.

This ingredient, he can't even see it.

A knock came out of the door.

The gait opened the door.

Outside the door, standing was Liu Mu, who at this moment looked at the walking formula in horror, as if he were living in hell.

He doesn't dare to offend the way he walks now.

Crush your phone with your bare hands, pat it gently, your fingers almost broke...

This guy, there's a problem.

“The chef asked you to come! ”

Liu Mu Dao.

After that, he quickly ran away. He didn't figure out how to face the gait, so now he doesn't want to see the gait.

Chef?

He patted the little skin on his back and stepped out the door on foot.

Walked downstairs to the restaurant across the street.

Yuefang, the name of this restaurant, is decorated and gorgeous.

But business is rather bleak.

This has nothing to do with the chef's craftsmanship, and the dishes at this restaurant are actually very good.

The pedestrian is a chef apprentice here and has tasted the chef's craft.

But the restaurant was just not on fire, and the footsteps were simply not understood.

Liu Mu shrunk aside in awe, walked into the restaurant and took a look at him. The latter feared to shrink and did not dare to look at the pedestrian side.

The pedestrian leaned over his mouth, held his hand and walked towards the kitchen.

The chef should stay in the kitchen without thinking about it.

Pfft...

Once in the kitchen, it was the sound of a pan crashing into the stove, and the fire was pouring.

The gait looked up at the past.

There, a middle-aged man, aged forty or fifty, held a spoon with one hand and the edge of an iron pot with a rag with the other, a cooked pan.

Of course, in the gaze of a pedestrian, this middle-aged man's knack pot skills are missed.

At the edge of the stove is a pile of seasonings, sugar, salt, essence, soy sauce, garlic mud, chili...

It's all a bit familiar and unfamiliar to the walker.

This simple cooking, as if it hadn't been done in a long time.

Pfft...

The pan is over.

A spoonful of water went down and squealed.

Cover the lid and braise the pan.

That's when the chef has time to look at the gait.

“Coming...”

The chef looked at the gait and smiled gently.

He nodded with no expression on his face and his face was much softer.

The chef, who taught him how to walk, was very pedestrian, so the pedestrian was a lot gentler to the chef.

“Walking formula, you have been a little lazy these days... chef is a lazy profession, once you lazy, your food sensitivity weakens, it is difficult to cook satisfactory dishes. ”

The chef said he wiped his hands with a rag and leaned against the stove, looking at the gait.

He nods his head on foot and naturally knows what he's talking about.

But it's not his fault. Who told him to cross?

“Our business in Yue Fu is not very good, we may not be able to continue... Alas, unfortunately, when ambitious to come to Yue Fu to break into business, this is how it ended...”

“Okay, forget it, you cut all the ingredients... and get ready for dinner later. ”

The chef sighed.

Turn around, unpack the pan, and continue cooking.

There was no refusal.

Walked to the other stove.

Grab the potatoes on the stove, throw them away, very familiar ingredients...

Cutting potatoes is a very annoying thing because you have to peel them before you can cut them...

But the gait doesn't matter.

He now suddenly has the urge to cook a dish.

I wonder if he still has that kind of masterful cooking when he returns.

Grab a knife from the knife holder.

With his hands shaking, the kitchen knife played with a knife and flowers, and the knife flashed.

Potatoes over water, washed clean.

Then he threw it up gently.

Potatoes float in the air, and when they are about to fall, the eyes of the gait become sharp.

In his eyes, the potato fell very slowly.

Buzz...

The knife was cut out violently, as if it were a circle, and the knife was splashed.

After that.

Grip the knife across and face up.

The potato fell and fell on the knife, still dripping around.

On the other side, it's a whole potato peel of the same width.

Liu Mu just walked in and saw this scene. His mouth was wide and his face stared...

This operation is going to blind him!

Can you still peel potatoes like this?

“You... you..."

Liu Mu stretched his fingers and stuttered and could not speak.

The gaze glanced at him and his mouth flashed.

Da-da-da-da-da-da...

A fast-paced collision, a collision between a knife and a caseboard, very pleasant.

That whole elliptical potato is cut into thin filaments, and each potato filament is the same thickness...

The sound also forced the chef to turn around and see the knife maker on foot.

The moment was a little stunning.

Of course, that's stunning. If you see the scene where the potato peel was thrown on foot earlier, you might be as frightened as Liu Mu.

Once the potatoes are cut, the pedestrian formula does not continue.

The next dish is fried potato silk.

“You go on. ”

The chef suddenly said.

I don't know why, when the pedestrian formula just deployed the knife, there was a charm that made him happy and comfortable.

Did this kid suddenly get a clue?

“Okay.” Nodded nodding with no expression on his face.

Ignition, hot pot, roaring gas blast.

The movement on foot is simple and stylish.

Mainly this dish, really simple enough without any difficulty.

As soon as the knife was thrown across the caseboard, the cut potato silk went into the pan and suddenly flourished in white.

Grab the spoon and start to turn the pan upside down on foot.

That set of actions, coordinated, seemed to be in line.

The fire sprayed lightly, and the walking face was not happy or sad.

Don't even look, grab the spoon by foot and scoop it toward the seasoning set on the stove.

Each spoon should be scooped as much as is appropriate, no need to look at the pedestrian formula.

Sprinkle it in a pan and pour it into the pan.

Liu Mu swallowed the spit.

“This kid... mess it up, deliberately play handsome? Don't even look at the amount of seasoning... just spill it in the pan! ”

Liu Mu didn't believe in footsteps.

I was half a pound and eight taels with him before.

Why did you just sneak up on us when we said we'd be dogs together?

“Shut up! Take a good look..."

The chef scolded Liu Mu with excitement.

He turned his head, stared dead, walked cooking motion, without any mistake, perfect enough to make him incredible.

The lightness in that eye is self-confidence in one's cooking skills. The pedestrian believes that the amount of each spoon of seasoning, the control of every fire...

This is the confidence only a world-class chef has!

Textbook cooking!

Shh shh.

The pot is upside down.

The potato silk in the pan fell into the spoon.

Shout and pour into the bowl.

The soup is poured down.

There seems to be light flashing through.

Liu Mu almost thought he was blind!

The dishes glow! That was really glowing!

“Sour, spicy potato silk, done. ”

The kitchen utensils were lowered on foot, frowned and wiped off the water stains on his hands.

Without the Chef Goddess suit, it still doesn't feel right.

“This…”

The chef's lips were shaking and he looked incredibly at the gait.

The dish is molded as if light were flowing.

Though it's just a simple, sour, spicy potato silk, the aroma of the air and just the right amount of sour and spicy.

This dish reveals itself in plain sight.

The chef swallowed the spit and grabbed the spoon.

Spoon a spoon to reveal a light golden, sour, spicy potato silk.

If you look closely, you can see that the thickness of each of the sour, spicy potato silks is the same, which is the perfect knife maker.

And... every potato silk tastes exactly the same as the fire control...

Uh-oh.

A spoon of potato silk entrance.

The chef's eyes flashed...

“Oh ~ ~ ~"

The chef squinted his eyes, his face was red and his clothes were swaying.

He felt like he was riding a horse and hovering on the meadow.

Zebra penetrates and is handsome and stylish.

The wind is blowing, the horses are screaming, the potatoes are rolling under my feet...

Sour and spicy taste, soft potatoes... combine with each other as if they were delicious and sinking!

The chef grabbed the spoon, his feet clamped together, his body trembling like it was shaking.

He has never eaten such delicious food.

Is this really something that humans can cook?

Isn't this God's masterpiece?!

The chef's eyes were red, as if he were going to cry...

Liu Mumei stared at the chef's reaction and felt that the chef was like a ghost...

Nima... It's just sour and spicy potato silk, how touching are you?!

Liu Mu's heart was screaming.

The scent in the air makes him a little unbelievable.

He doesn't believe in cooking at the same level as he once did!

He grabbed a porcelain spoon and scooped a spoon of potato silk.

When I stuck it in the entrance, I couldn't help but burn it and chewed it up.

Chewing, chewing...

Liu Mu stopped...

His body was stiff and his eyes slightly fainted.

He felt like his soul was drifting away.

This dish reminds him of the dishes made for him by his elderly grandmother when he was a child...

That smell, that feeling, makes his nose sore.

I couldn't help but cry.

How could there be such a delicious sour potato silk!

Boom!

Watching Chef Liu Mu's reaction, the corner of his mouth was slightly teased.

Suddenly, a blast broke out.

The eyebrows of the gait creased.

Looking out the window, there, the thunderclouds gather, and the terrible roar gathers in them.

In that thundercloud, pounding spirituality was flickering, and there seemed to be an invisible force that locked him in.

The gaze of the pedestrian gaze.

“Thunder? Even cooking on Earth can be a thunderbolt?! ”

The gait gazed straight into the sky as if looking through the thundercloud.

Soon, however, the thunder cloud dissipated.

It's like agglomeration and appearance, just to give a warning to the walking formula.

The pedestrian squinted his eyes, and this was his intention... not to let him cook?