Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

"The host gets [Initial Mission]."

"Hint: As a kitchen apprentice, you should move towards independence and make a dish that is satisfactory to yourself and your guests."

"Reward: Recipe "Ma Po Tofu" (blue)."

what.

Xia Yu was sighing with joy for the welfare of the traversers, but he didn't expect that the God of Cooking system issued a mission to him.

The initial task, make a dish?

Not difficult!

Xia Yu grinned suddenly, who knew the system indifferently reminded: "You must get the satisfaction of the guests to be considered as completing the task."

"Guest? Where is the guest?" Xia Yu couldn't help smiling.

His small Chinese restaurant opens once a month. It is not too remote, but the old man has a weird temper and a fierce temper. Who will come to eat over time?

Xia Yu also tried to solicit customers, but the old man had only a simple evaluation of his behavior: the eggs were useless.

Very vulgar, but Xia Yu dared to touch his conscience and said, this is absolutely the original word, there is nothing to add oil and jealousy.

I lamented in my heart why he had caught up with an old hooligan, but Xia Yu did not dare to stay upstairs for too long. He hurriedly put a band-aid on the wound on his palm, took off his school uniform, and changed into a whitish wash, a little sweaty In the work clothes, trot downstairs.

Sitting on the small bench, Xia Yu began to process the ingredients.

In fact, he handles a lot of ingredients every night, big fish and meat, of course, all kinds of fruits and vegetables. Every evening when Xia Yu comes back from school, he sees the ingredients piled up in the corner of the kitchen, but he has never seen a supplier who brings the ingredients. .

In addition, although the small shop has no business, the consumption of ingredients is very terrible. From the beginning, Xia Yu was puzzled and looked for the answer to the mystery, and then gradually didn't bother to think about it.

In her mind, this was called by Xia Yu as'The Second Unthinkable Event of Xia's Chinese Restaurant'.

One of the unthinkable incidents, of course, was the tank and the strange stones in the tank.

"Snapped"

A large tuft of fresh and plump beef was thrown on the big cutting board. Xia Yu sharpened her knife routinely, standing in front of the cutting board with a shiny knife in her hand.

Cutting beef requires skill. Xia Yu has already mastered this skill. As the so-called cross-cutting of cattle and sheep and vertical-cutting of pigs, he put the knife on the beef line at 90 degrees perpendicular to it. Out.

Cut the whole lump of meat into circles. At this time, we have to divide the work again. Some beef is going to be used for frying, while others need to be cut into pieces and shredded for other dishes.

This step is advanced, but there is a refrigerator, so you don’t have to worry about losing the freshness of the meat. Xia Yu packs and sorts the cut beef, puts it in the freezer, and then processes the fresh seafood.

The fish needs to be scraped and gills to remove their internal organs. Shellfish seafood processing is more troublesome. Xia Yu put them into several large buckets according to their categories, turned around and took the edible salt on the kitchen counter, sprinkled some in each bucket, and then took it again A bottle filled with vegetable oil, pour a little oil into a bucket, don’t need too much, vegetable oil happens to cover the water.

As we all know, oil floating on the water can isolate oxygen. The fresh shellfish in the bucket will be deprived of oxygen. It will open the body to breathe a lot and continuously spit out fine sand, so that guests don’t have to eat sand after cooking. That taste, tusk, praise. Like a tide.

After a busy schedule, it was midnight, and the antique wall clock hanging on the storefront made a rhythmic clang.

"call……"

Taking off the apron, he kneaded the apron that was soaked in all kinds of sewage and blood and threw it in the bathroom. Xia Yu drank a basin of water in the bathroom again, and began to skewer down the store, wiping the tables and chairs.

There was the sound of a spatula from the other side of the kitchen. Xia Yu looked up and glanced back. Unexpectedly, the old man started to heat up the pot. This is the happiest moment of Xia Yu's day!

Finally, there is no need to eat the bread in the shopping street, there is a fresh and warm supper to eat!

At this moment, Xia Yu had the urge to burst into tears, working more vigorously, and listened to the kitchen with her ears up.

boom.

Soon, two big bowls of steaming pasta were placed on the counter, and the old man took off his chef hat and said lightly: "Take it—"

Xia Yu suddenly came over and brought a bowl of noodles to her.

Naturally, there are no tables and chairs in a narrow storefront. If you have watched the TV series "Late Night Cafeteria", it is not difficult to think of a small store pattern.

The supper was a bowl of ramen noodles in clear soup. The old man thought very carefully. There were no other ingredients that stimulate the stomach. The noodle soup was filled with light oil and green onion, and then there were a few slices of beef that were fried to the right and tasteful.

The scent diffused in the store, Xia Yu held chopsticks and folded her palms, her expression pious: "I'm moving!"

Head down is to gobble up.

After a few bites of noodles, accompanied by a bite of soup, the hot food flowed into the throat, Xia Yu couldn't help but raised his head and sighed, "This is what special food is..."

He knelt before the old man's cooking skills more than once.

The old man’s supper changes almost every day. This is also Xia Yu’s most hearty meal every day. Others, such as breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Ha ha, the first two meals are settled on the school road or in the school store, and the last one is Solve it when you come back from school.

If there was no supper tonic, Xia Yu would have stopped going on strike!

Regardless of his past and present, Xia Yu dared to say that he had never eaten any food better than the old man, and noodle soup was only one of the old man's skills.

What made Xia Yu most unforgettable was that the seafood dumplings that I had eaten about half a year ago, now that my taste buds secrete a lot of saliva.Xia Yu swallowed his saliva and quickly dried a large bowl of noodles, then pushed aside the empty bowl, and when he reached out to the counter to fetch another bowl of noodles, he found snorting chirps coming from his side.

His face looked ugly.

The face of labor and capital!

Looking at the empty counter, and then at the customers who did not know when they were sitting next to him, who was eating a bowl of noodles, Xia Yu couldn't help but look up at the ceiling, trying not to let the tears overflow from the corner of his eyes.

"delicious!"

What was even more exaggerated by this guest was that he praised him as he ate, "As expected of Boss Xia's craftsmanship, haha, blessed tonight!"

A not fluent Chinese, let Xia Yu know that this rude guy is Japanese.He has hardly seen such a self-familiar Japanese who takes other people's food and eats by himself. For the Japanese, it is a fault to cause trouble to others.Now that food is stolen, it is no longer as simple as trouble, full of resentment!

what.

Xia Yu's eyebrows moved.

After looking over, he found that this guy was really weird, in a hot weather, wearing a black coat like a detective, a black hat and a high collar.

Sherlock Holmes cosplay?Do you want another smoke gun prop?

It is reasonable to say that eating noodles like this is absolutely sweaty. After all, the store is narrow and it is a bit stuffy without a fan, but when this guy finished eating a bowl of noodles and rubbed his stomach, Xia Yu didn't notice the slightest sweat on his exposed skin.

Perceiving his gaze, the guest finally raised his head and grinned at him.

Middle-aged people are very elegant and handsome.

My forehead twitched.Xia Yu resisted the urge to punch him and said expressionlessly: "You have scallions on your teeth..."

"is it?"

After eating, the middle-aged man, with an elegant and calm air, took a toothpick at the counter, gently picked the chopped green onion and glued it on the paper towel, got up and threw the crumpled paper towel back into the trash can, and sat back.

Then, the middle-aged man looked at Xia Yu with interest.

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