Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

The crowd surrounded the little fat man.

"How about we swap positions?"

The second place in the team was a few high school students. One of the blond boys squeezed to the little fat man, took out his wallet and stuffed a five thousand yuan banknote into his hand.

"No, no change!" The little fat man saw sweat on his forehead, and then stuffed the paper money to the blond boy.

"not enough?"

The blond boy gritted his teeth, and this time withdrawing a 10,000 yuan bill, his two companions were shocked.

The neutral-looking boy said in a daze, "Gee Zhu, is 10,000 yen a bit too much? Now you can order three dishes in the store!"

The brown-haired boy with glasses thought: "A meat dish is 3,500 yen on average. It's okay to order three dishes for 10,000 yen. However, the staff member just said that the first person has a gratitude dish... The price is difficult to measure. As long as it is not sweet It’s worth 10,000 yen, and it’s a good deal to eat a special dish."

"I said that the position will not be changed! No amount of money will be changed!" The little fat man noticed more "chiluo" naked eyes around him, and he raised his head with a firm expression.

"..."

Anyway, it was a line, and the crowd did not immediately disperse, and continued to surround the little fat man, softly and hard.

Small shop backyard.

An Yilun and Zecun Yinglili were also placed by Xia Yu in the tea room where the old man often sits. The two held hot tea that Xia Yu had just brewed. The hot cups told them that this was not a dream.

The tea house is very simple, just set up a shed on the yard promenade, and inside it is a low coffee table.

Xia Yu came down from the second floor, took a cushion in his hand, placed it outside the tea room and sat down.

"Hello, let me introduce myself, in fact, I am the manager of this store..."

Before finishing speaking, Sawamura Ying Riri exclaimed.

An Yilun was also much calmer. He obviously guessed something through Xia Yu's name, but the latter half of Xia Yu's unhurried words still surprised him.

"At the same time, I am also the chef of this restaurant."

"Master, chef?"

Sawamura Yingli pear started to eat, and she was dumbfounded when she pointed at Xia Yu.

After a while, she suddenly asked: "...Are you a student of Yuan Yue?"

"Why ask?" Xia Yu raised an eyebrow.

"You... seem to be about the same age as us." Sawamura Ying Riri fiddled with her ponytail to hide her imagination.She thought of God Tongue Nakiri Erina, that arrogant girl, seemed to be very hostile to this shop, could it be because of this young man?

The more I think about it, the more curious.

Eri Sawamura knows the fame of Erina Nakiri. She is the youngest member of Tomotsuki's ten outstanding members, and she has a great reputation in the neon gourmet world. She has been recognized by many seniors. Zan is the genius most likely to become a super chef in the next ten years.

Therefore, to arouse the attention and hostility of the'Tongue of God', I am afraid that only talented chefs of the same age and level can do it, right?

An Yilun also didn't think so much. Now his mind is full of food, and the delicious Chinese dishes, as if drifting past his eyes, the saliva can't stop secreting.

He looked at Xia Yu with excitement and admiration, "Are you really the chef of this restaurant?"

Because of the wide-spread reputation in the acg circle, An Yilun actually regards Xia's Chinese Restaurant as a second-generation restaurant.

"Replacement as fake."

"What kind of food do you want to eat, I can cook it for you now." Xia Yu smiled, "This is also a thank you banquet. Thanks to your publicity, otherwise our small store business would not be so hot."

"what……"

An Yilun was also surprised with Sawamura Eiri.

That’s it for An Yilun. His identity as a well-known acg blogger is not a secret among his friends, but the 18-forbidden female painter status of Eiri Sawamura, except for family members and a limited number of close friends It is impossible to know.

"You misunderstood...I didn't do anything!" Sawamura Eiri immediately waved her hand, her face flushed like an apple.

Xia Yu couldn't comment, and smiled: "You'd better order food first. When the shop opens for business, I may not have time to cook a sumptuous banquet for you."

Sawamura Hideri said, "We don't know what to eat either!"

An Yilun also stared at Xia Yu and said nothing.

"Then I will be free to play, can you two eat six dishes?" Xia Yu asked, seeing An Yilun also nodded like a little chicken Sawamura Yinglili, smiled and stood up and left.

In about an hour, six steaming dishes were filled with short tables.

"Please enjoy—"

Xia Yu did not come out in the kitchen, Morita Maki replaced him, put the dishes on the table one by one, and carefully handed them a bowl of rice.

Grunt.

As soon as Morita Maki left with her front foot, Sawamura Eriri changed from a lady's reservedness, wiped her saliva, quickly picked up a pair of chopsticks, and put several dishes into the rice bowl, mixed with rice, and put it into her mouth. , Her happy moan-groan immediately came from Chaliao, "It's really delicious! It's better than last time!"

An Yilun was also devouring.

Among the six dishes, three of them are stir-fried Qingjiang dishes, magic mapo tofu and hibiscus crab eggs!

Three luminous dishes, at the same table.

This is the gluttonous feast that Anya and Mu Xiaoyue, who have already boarded the plane and returned to China, even dreamed of.And the feasting An Yilun and Zecun Yinglili, I’m afraid I don’t know the selling price of these dishes in Xia Yu’s mind.

One hundred thousand yen per plate.

Don't do anything less.

...

"Is the food served?"

Xia Yu was cleaning the spatula in the kitchen and glanced at Maki Morita who was standing at the door.

"Well, they ate very happily." Maki Morita replied with a smile, standing quietly watching Xia Yu busy, Hojo Miyoko also changed into a white chef uniform, processing the ingredients in front of the kitchen, the clash of the knife and the chopping board , Constitute a wonderful cooking melody.

clang!clang!clang!

Suddenly, the antique wall clock in the store rang loudly.

It's six in the afternoon.

Without Xia Yu's order this time, Morita Maki bypassed the kitchen and walked to the front desk to receive the queue crowd rushing in from the store.

Because he often helps the family to take care of the pastry shop, Maki Morita has rich service experience, a quiet face, and a faintly friendly smile, and he welcomes guests in an orderly manner.

At the same time, a list of dishes with the names of the dishes was passed to the kitchen, and Xia Yu finally didn't have to look at the dishes by herself.

Hojo Miyoko took the list and walked back and forth in and out of the kitchen, searching for ingredients and cutting vegetables.There are too many people ordering at the same time, and when they are too busy, Xia Yu will ask her to help watch another wok.

"Miyoko, put the deboned clean fish in it and fry it for 30 seconds. It won't work for a second!"

"Give me the diced pork!"

"Help look at the casserole, hear the belch, stop the fire in five minutes..."

Xia Yu commanded Miyoko Hojo expertly.

Having an extra capable cook makes him feel very happy. He doesn't have to breathe as he cooks all the way. You need any ingredients and seasonings, just open your mouth.He didn't know the unrest in Miyoko Hojo's heart.