Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Ameyoko, shopping street.

Near the evening, the shopping street is even busier than during the day, with people coming and going.

A transport truck stopped at the door of a fishery shop. Several strong men were unloading goods. One of the middle-aged uncles put down the iced seafood box and wiped his sweat, just in time to see the young man walking out from the depths of the street.

"Ayu, these fish are very fresh. They have just been transported back from the dock. Would you like to take a few of them back to taste?" The middle-aged uncle greeted him from a distance.

"Thank you, today our old man won't open the stove, I will come out to find food."

Xia Yu thanked him politely, "Uncle Gucheng, are you busy."

He put his hands in his pockets and continued on.

Passing by an old-fashioned noodle shop, an old woman wearing glasses smiled behind the counter and said, "Ayu, would you like a dorayaki? Today's red bean paste filling is delicious."

"No, Grandma Kawashima, you said that you should have a good meal. I plan to eat." Xia Yu waved and walked by.

Along the way, Xia Yu received at least a dozen greetings. Every elder, whether male or female, had a smiling face, filling his heart with warmth.

This is the shopping street where people have lived for more than ten years. Some people come and some people walk. Xia’s Chinese restaurant is always there. Don’t think the old man has many diners, but among the neighbors, the old man is quite prestigious, maybe When things happen, he can often help, and over time, the old man becomes the street leader who everyone defaults to.

Regardless of the former Xia Yu, or Xia Yu who has changed his soul, his personality is easy-going, and he often helps, and his appearance is good, so he is naturally welcomed by a group of uncles and aunts.

After ten years of development and expansion, the old shopping street has even gained a lot of international fame. From the old street to the expanded new street, Xia Yu has a completely different urban modern style.

The streets have become wider, with shops on both sides, stylishly decorated, with McDonald's and clothing stores.

Xia Yu found a restaurant facing the street at random. It appeared to have opened soon, with flower baskets at the door, and the ribbons on the floor had not been cleaned.

"Star Revolving Western Restaurant?"

After reading the name of the restaurant on the signboard, a female waiter immediately bowed ninety degrees, with a professional smile, "Welcome, how many have dinner?"

"One."

"Okay, please come with me."

The female waiter took Xia Yu to the dining table leaning on the French window, separated by a transparent glass mirror, outside was a busy shopping street, the location was good, Xia Yu did not want to change, picked up the menu on the table, and ordered three This is a Western-style side dish, and I plan to change my taste.

In the past few days, I practiced Chinese cooking recipes all day, and I almost vomited when I tried it. In order to retain my freshness and passion for Chinese cooking, Xia Yu decided to go outside and have a meal.

If you don't want to go far away, you can only eat in the shopping street.

After ordering food, Xia Yu looked around. The new western restaurant was very quiet, except for his table, there were only two other tables.

The people at the table seemed to be tourists, with a louder voice, and the language seemed to be Mandarin.Xia Yu came interested, raised her ears, and listened only to the pair of young and beautiful female tourists, excitedly sharing her mood of the day, and she was full of praise.

"Xiaoya, the information collected by Dianping Japan is too small, and there are no restaurants nearby. Hey, it's a mistake. When you come, you should check the Japanese food reviews app."

A cute female tourist sighed.

"You know how to eat." Her companion is a goddess, and a dress is stylish and elegant.She covered her mouth and smiled: "I heard that in Japan, as long as the store is open for business, the taste is not bad. This store is newly opened in a prosperous area. I think you can rest assured."

Two Chinese girls who don’t understand Japanese travel freely?

Xia Yu's mouth twitched.

Although Neon’s law and order is good, but you don’t know Japanese. If you just use English, Neon’s painful English accent will make people feel that more than ten years of English has been learned for nothing.

Since it was the third table, the meal was relatively slow, and Xia Yu was not in a hurry. He took out his mobile phone and swiped on Twitter and listened to the conversation between the two Chinese girls from time to time, which was also interesting.

"stupid!!"

But an angry shout suddenly resounded through the western restaurant, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

All three male guests at a table stood up, and two female waiters hurried over, bowing and apologizing.

"Baga, your dish tastes wrong at all!" A middle-aged bald man in a suit pointed to the beef western food that had not been eaten on the table, his face was full of anger, "Burgundy red wine stew is definitely not like this Taste, I want to complain to your restaurant!"

With that said, the middle-aged bald man took out his mobile phone and ignored the waiter's plea.

The male employee at the cashier ran into the back kitchen cleverly. After a while, the chef of the restaurant in white chef uniform appeared with sweat on his forehead and his face was eager, "Guest, I will cook another for you Beef stew in Burgundy red wine until you are satisfied."

The middle-aged chef bowed ninety degrees, hanging his head for a while without straightening his waist, "Please forgive me!"

The three male guests exchanged their eyes, and a tall young man gestured to the bald diners with sharp eyes.

"No! I don't believe you!"

"I want to complain to the Food Association, you are not qualified to open a shop at all!"

"Such cooking will only tarnish the sacred profession of chefs!"

The bald eater screamed, his fingers tapping the buttons on the phone screen, as if dialing.

The chef of the restaurant obviously has little experience in dealing with emergencies, so he stepped forward and grabbed the bald diners by the arm, as if he was about to grab his mobile phone, and his face went red. "No! You can't complain to the food association!"

Two young burly men pulled the chef of the restaurant behind, seeing a melee about to break out.

As for the pair of Chinese female tourists, they were frightened.

They don't understand Japanese, but they can feel the atmosphere of the restaurant.

"The taste of this burgundy red wine beef stew is above the standard line. You can complain. People from the Food Association are here, and they still pass the judgement."

A quiet voice suddenly sounded.

However, no one cared about his words in the chaos.

Xia Yu put his hands in his trouser pockets, frowned slightly, and said to the waiters who were panicking around: "Pull your chef away..."

Liushen Wuzhu's waiter subconsciously followed the instructions and pulled the middle-aged chef away.

"Calm down!" Xia Yu patted the chef on the shoulder. The scene looked a bit funny. A sixteen-year-old boy was much more mature and stable than the middle-aged chef.

Seeing the middle-aged chef regained his senses, Xia Yu repeated what he had just said, "I can guarantee that this burgundy red wine beef stew is above the standard line. Please calm down and don't get caught in this. The trap of three abuses."