Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

The red-haired boy is naturally the protagonist of the halberd, Xingping Chuangzhen.

It’s also amazing to say that Xia Yu used blasting dishes to repair Minosaki Yaeko. Who knows that the original plot line is still running on the established track. If Xia Yu sees Minosaki visiting the Kopira restaurant, he will be heartened. A big sigh of relief.

At least, the recipe for egg dishes he prepared for Morita Maki will not be wasted in the exam room for Yuan Yue transfer students.

"You are indeed a guest."

Koppei Shuangzhen doesn't care about Chinese restaurants at Ueno Station in Tokyo.

"Satisfying you with cooking was originally my job as a chef." Koping Souji showed strong self-confidence, "If the dishes made can't satisfy the customers, there is no need for Koping Restaurant to exist."

There was a trace of ridicule in Minozaki's eyes.

She hadn't set a trap yet, but Xingping Chuangzhen set foot on the fire.

"Can I order anything?" asked Minenosaki.

Xingping Chuangzhen pointed to the menu on the wall, "This is today's menu, you can order it whatever you want."

Mineosaki got up and walked over.

Compared with Xia's Chinese Restaurant, Xingping Restaurant is truly appraised by the people in terms of food prices.

From left to right:

Steak set meal, 880 yen.

Barbecue set meal, 780 yen.

Burger set meal, 720 yen

...

A quick glance at Mineosaki shows that the cheapest dishes are the fried chicken set, the meat tofu set, the mapo tofu set, and the salted mackerel set, all for 650 yen.

The set meal includes rice and side dishes, and you can have a full meal when you order one. Unlike the Xia’s shop, an ordinary home-cooked dish starts at 3,000 yen, which is simply scary.

"Mapo tofu? Does your restaurant also make Chinese cuisine?" Mineosaki stared at the menu.

Xingping Chuangzhen grinned, "Of course, we can cook Japanese cuisine, we can cook Western food, and we can also cook some Chinese cuisine."

"Then I will order Mapo Tofu——"

Mineosaki also laughed.

"Then wait a minute." Xingping Chuangzhen turned and walked into the open kitchen.

Mineosaki walked over, stood outside the kitchen counter, and said in a more serious tone: "In addition, what I have to tell you is that the Chinese restaurant at Ueno Station, the chef is about the same age as you."

"But ah, I just tasted his food yesterday, at least as good as the main dish of the igo three or four star restaurant... Are you sure you want to make a mapo tofu to satisfy my appetite?" Minosaki squinted.

Xingping Chuangzhen's footsteps.

A chef who is about his age?

At first, Xinghei Chuangzhen thought he had heard it wrong, but Minosaki's next sentence made him hang his heart.

What are the main dishes of igo three or four star restaurants?

hiss.Xinghei Chuang really took a breath, turned around in disbelief, and fixed his eyes on the charming face of Minosaki, "Are you sure? Can you make the main dish of a three- or four-star restaurant at the age of fifteen or sixteen? He is at least an igo three-star chef!"

Xingping Chuang is really not an idiot without common sense. He lives in this world, goes to school with normal people, and trains his cooking skills in Xingping Restaurant as a kid. He also cares more about the igo food establishment and understands more than ordinary people.

After all, igo is an authoritative food organization all over the world.

All chefs are honored with igo rating certificates.

Xingping Chuangzhen does not have an igo certificate, because he doesn't know much about his cooking skills and at what level.

His father, Joachiro Kohei, rarely talks about the igo organization.Xingping Chuangzhen gets the same answer every time he asks—let’s beat me once.

Therefore, even if he lost the 489th time under his father, Mr. Koping was still full of fighting spirit.

"Don't underestimate me, I am also considered a gourmet. I have been to countless high-end restaurants, and I was even invited by the igo organization to attend the opening ceremony of their igo-affiliated special restaurant." Mineosaki really doubted Yuping Chuang and shrugged.

"Change the dish, you can't satisfy me with Mapo Tofu."

"After I tasted a Chinese cuisine last night, my requirements for Chinese cuisine have been raised several levels."

Minozaki said lightly, while observing the stiff face of Kopei Souji, snickering in his heart.

peer.

Moreover, he is still a better peer than himself.

The more confident and full of fighting a teenager, the harder he can bear to be beaten.At least before the official defeat of the halberd, Minosaki was sure that Xingping Chuangzhen would not easily concede defeat.

really.

Xingping Shuangzhen went to prepare the ingredients without saying a word, "You order and I will make it. If you can satisfy you, wait for me to make the food."

Minozaki couldn't say no, and withdrew his gaze, watching the red long-haired middle-aged man who was always busy in front of the stove.

"Boss Xingping, don't you plan to do it yourself?"

"Let Shuangzhen try first." Said Shiroichiro Kohei without looking back.

"Then I will wait and see."

Minozaki sat back, and at the position she could see Xingping Chuangzhen brought tofu and peppercorns from the food library, as well as ginger and minced garlic.

Moreover, Mineosaki noticed that Koping Souji chopped a small piece of pork and chopped it into puree.

Before cutting the pork, he had already cut the tofu cubes and soaked them in a small basin filled with brine.

"Huh..." Feng Zhizaki's eyebrows jumped and she found that Xingping Chuangzhen had taken out a bottle of red seasoning from the cupboard. She lost her voice. Isn't this the Shuchuan bean paste that Xia Yu used to stir-fry twice-cooked pork last night?

Minozaki does not know that bean paste is an essential condiment in many Sichuan cuisines.

The use of doubanjiang means that the Mapo tofu that Xingping Chuangzhen wants to make can be regarded as authentic at least in terms of materials.

The tofu is still soaking, Xingping Chuang really opened the fire, and stir-fried the chives and garlic in a frying pan, then added the mashed meat, tempeh, and bean paste to stir fry together. The aroma immediately filled the shop.

After sniffing, Minosaki's expression was very plain.

A quarter of an hour later, Xingping Chuangzhen, with a white scarf on his head, brought a plate of steaming Mapo tofu to the table.

"Please use—" He took off the white bandage and said in a confident tone, "I have done my best to make this Mapo tofu. It will definitely satisfy you!"

Minozaki took the chopsticks, picked up a small piece of tofu, carefully observed the dishes, sent them to the mouth, and chewed them slowly.

Hot and spicy dishes, like clay cows into the sea, can't bring any spray.

Although he had predicted it, Minozaki sighed in his heart.

When I came back from Xia’s shop yesterday, I ate desserts in the evening. By today’s breakfast and lunch, Mineosaki felt like he was chewing white paper.The bark still has a taste at least, but the white paper must have no taste, right?

Now, the situation has not changed.

Her tongue, and even her entire mouth, was like a pool of stagnant water, and she didn't react at all to Xingping Chuangzhen's cooking.

Seeing the expression of Minosaki during the meal, Xinghei Chuangzhen felt a little bit in his heart and realized that it was not good.

In the past, when those diners were enjoying his works, which was not a face of enjoyment and happiness.Xingping Chuang can really see that Minosaki's plainness is not pretentious, and this is the truest manifestation of her cooking.

"how come……"

Xingping Chuangzhen squeezed the white scarf belt that had been taken off and held it in his right hand.

"As I said, I have eaten a Chinese dish last night, and the main theme of that Chinese dish is hot and spicy. Perhaps it is more appropriate to evaluate hot as the taste of flames." Feng Zhizaki put down his chopsticks and said lightly.

These words really hit Xingping Chuang.

The taste of the dishes I ate last night still remains today, and the aftertaste is in the mouth of Minesaki, building a strong fortress.

His cooking can't break the fortress, so it can't be said to be enjoyed by the diners.