Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

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After eating a large plate of delicacies, the round-faced lady looked sideways. The troubled diners at that table did not know when they left.

She widened her eyes and said: "Those rascals just left?

"Don't go dingy, what do you stay for?" Xia Yu was also full. Although his own Burgundy beef stew was rated 60 points in the system, he was very happy.

This is also the first western food he cooked after he came to this world.

The research experience of the previous life, combined with the hands-on ability of holding a knife at the age of 3 in this life, the original impetuous heart suddenly settled, and there was an emotion called a sense of stability.

"Aren't they trying to blackmail?" The round-faced lady was surprised.

"After eating my food, they have a bit of IQ, and they will retreat when they know it is difficult." Xia Yu shrugged, "Otherwise, I really have to call the supervisor of the Food Association, unfortunately they are."

Speaking in pure Mandarin, I heard the neon food association, the round face lady was not surprised, she nodded sullenly.

It seems that the Neon Food Association, in this parallel world, is so famous internationally.

"Are you a Chinese?" the young lady of the goddess Fan suddenly asked.

"Yes, my nationality is Huaxia, and I haven't been naturalized yet. Although elementary school, middle school, and upcoming high school are all spent in neon, I am really a Chinese. You don't need to question it. Just listen to my standard Mandarin! "Xia Yu smiled.

"Waiter, check out."

I was full and planned to return to the small shop early to study cooking. Xia Yu beckoned to a female waiter. The waiter immediately walked over and bowed respectfully, "Guest, Mrs. Xiazhiqiu ordered. Your table is free."

"Mrs. Kasumigaoka?"

Xia Yu was stunned and looked up at the restaurant. Only then did she find that a housewife was standing at the cash register. Looking at her back, she was graceful, with the unique charm of a mature woman.

After the waiter explained, Xia Yu suddenly realized.

It turns out that Chef Kasumigaoka is the owner of this starlight revolving western restaurant. He acts as the chef himself. He even bought the small building with several floors in the shopping street, as well as the shop, which looks very rich.

"Excuse me."

Soon, Mrs. Xia Zhiqiu personally stood in front of Xia Yu, and kept bowing to thank him, her dignified and beautiful face was full of helplessness.

"Although my husband used to be a student of Yuanyue, the Starlight Revolving Western Restaurant was his first food-related industry. At the same time, he was also the first chef of the restaurant. Before that, his cooking skills were abandoned. Twenty years..."

"So..."

Xia Yu was relieved.

No wonder Chef Kasumigaoka was stumped by several food thugs and almost lost his mind.It turned out to be really inexperienced.

However, investing in a restaurant and being a chef by himself shows that Hideki Kasumigaoka has an obsession with cooking and can be said to be a chef with dreams.After all, it has been twenty years since I dropped out of school in Yuanyue, and Hideki Kasumigaoka's cooking skills have not fallen behind. On the contrary, he has already separated from the student level and initially has the level of a chef.This is the most precious.

Dropping out of school in the far month is most likely to be eliminated in the cruel competition. Some people are desperate and no longer have contact with professional kitchens. However, some people, like Hideki Kasumigaoka, have always been a successful person. Did not give up his cooking skills.

Talent?Xia Yu sneered at this statement.

Most people have not yet reached the point where they can compete.

Effort and persistence are the basic qualities for a chef to keep moving forward.

In any case, Xia Yu is very optimistic about Hideki Kasumigaoka.

...

In the grateful eyes of Xia Zhiqiu and his wife, as well as the chefs and waiters, Xia Yu left the Xingguang revolving restaurant.

Xia Yu got a lifetime free card for the restaurant, and at the same time, there were two more followers around him.

"What are you doing with me?"

Tucked the card into her trouser pocket, Xia Yu put her hands in her pockets, silently glanced at the two Chinese ladies.

"We are short of a food guide, you can bring us!" The round-faced lady said with a smile, "How about giving you 10,000 yen a day?"

Xia Yu said with a look of foolish eyes: "This young lady, do you treat me as a young man?"

"Ten thousand yen, even if you work on an eight-hour work day, it’s only 1,250 yen per hour. Don’t you know. Some time ago, Tokyo’s low-income earners took to the streets and demanded that the hourly minimum wage be increased to 1,500. JPY……"

Miss round face blushed.

"Besides, how tired the tour guide is. I also have my own shop. If I go out to work as child labor, the old man must tear me up." Xia Yu twitched.

"Small shop? What shop?"

"Chinese restaurant..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Yu stopped talking, regretting a little.

Sure enough, the round-faced young lady exclaimed immediately next to him, "Chinese restaurant? Is it delicious? It just happened that I didn't have enough to eat in the western restaurant, so hurry up and take us to..."

"How can you eat!"

As a result, when I returned to my own shop, the Chinese restaurant that had not welcomed normal customers for a long time also had two more Chinese female customers.

The old man was resting in the backyard and did not show up. Xia Yu got into the back kitchen and changed into a clean chef's clothes. Standing behind the counter, he pointed to the wooden sign hanging on the left wall of the store, "The menu and prices are written on it. You guys have a look first."

"It looks shabby on the outside, but it is antique on the inside. I am starting to look forward to the food here!"

The round-faced young lady whispered, dragging her girlfriend to the wall on the left.

Pieces of two-finger wide log signs, with the name of the dish written in traditional Chinese calligraphy, and the price at the bottom.

Available today:

"Sichuan cuisine-boiled fish, husband and wife lung slices, Gongbao chicken."

"Cantonese cuisine-sweet taro meat, stewed sirloin with radish, fried hibiscus egg."

"Lu Cuisine-Nine-turn large intestine, a tofu, sweet and sour pork loin."

"Su cuisine-Dongpo meat, Yangzhou fried rice, squirrel bass."

...

Looking at the names of the dishes, they are all very traditional Chinese dishes. However, after a closer look at the price marked under each brand, the two female tourists opened their eyes wide and rubbed their eye sockets, thinking that they were stunned.

Boiled fish, 4000 yen.

Sweet taro meat, 3500 yen.

Dongpo meat, 3,500 yen.

After a cursory look, the round-faced female tourist took a cold breath and said: "The cheapest is Yangzhou fried rice, which actually costs 3000 yen for a portion... robbery!"

Now it is about 60 yuan to convert one thousand yen into RMB, and three thousand yen for fried rice is 180 yuan.

Compared with the price level in Tokyo, the people at the bottom of the neon layer usually eat a set meal, which costs 400-800 yen, which is more than 20 to 50 yuan.

Therefore, ordering a side dish or a fried rice at Xia's Chinese Restaurant is worth the food consumption of a normal person for a whole day. The price can only be said to be very, very expensive!

"What, do you want to eat?" Xia Yu stood behind the counter with arms folded and shrugged. He had anticipated the reaction of the two Chinese ladies.

It stands to reason that the two of them have such good craftsmanship, and the small restaurant is not as good as it is.

The reason lies in the price!

Xia Yu complained to the old man more than once about the black price in the black shop, but the old man's response was a faint "um", what can he say?It doesn't matter if there are few guests, he is happy and free.