Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Standing for a long while, digesting the content of the basic skill book, Xia Yu had a plan long ago, and said in a hurry: "System, filter out the spice cooking skills of the Chinese young master!"

Beep.

The information pops up.

"[Spice inequality]: One of the five stars in the dark cooking world in the past, the unique skills of'Blue Eyed Tiger' and'Spice Queen' Mila, start with blue quality, but can be assigned talent points to increase the level and give the host a chance Comprehend'super vision'."

"The price is 3000 points of fame."

Spice inequality!

In Xia Yu's mind, the information about the queen of spices in the original book of Zhonghua I was immediately arranged.

In addition to the horrible'super vision' of Mila, the other hand of cards is the'spice inequality'!

She can match the most perfect spices in any dish. In other words, only through a near-intuitive calculation, Mila can grasp the dosage of each spice, which is more precise and detailed than computer calculations.

This cooking skill must be bought.

Xia Yu glanced at his current remaining reputation value, gritted his teeth and said, "Buy, buy, buy!"

With a clear tone, the 5,000 points of fame obtained through the lucky draw package only today, now only a few hundred points remain.

The corresponding blue cooking technology book appears in the inventory

"Use!" Mindfulness called, Xia Yu's head was immediately squeezed into another unfamiliar, huge flow of information.

"It turns out that the core meaning is'mental calculation'!"

In my memory, there were a bunch of calculation formulas that Xia Yu seemed to understand, some superficial and some profound.

The superficial formula only involves two or three kinds of spices, but the esoteric formula includes more than a dozen spices, and those formulas can be written on a page, which looks daunting.

It is almost the same as doing math test papers to solve problems. What kind of spices should be used, just find the corresponding formula, and then use the formula to calculate the dosage of each flavor.

Of course, perfume dosage is just the most basic calculation problem.More advanced, similar to reasoning, permutation and combination formulas, seemed to make Xia Yu return to the fear of being dominated by high numbers.

"This kind of formula memory is almost the same as depriving the house!" Xia Yu was speechless.

You know, in the original book of Zhonghua Ichi, Mila was kept in a dark secret room for spice training by Kaiyu, the leader of the dark cooking world.

The cooking skill of'Spice Inequality' is actually a summary of Mila's experience in using spices.

Xia Yu spent 3000 fame points, which was equivalent to taking the results of Mila's training directly.If he can make up the spice foundation in the next few days, then it is only a matter of time before he replaces Mila as the spice king of this generation.

Expanded!

Understanding the meaning of the'spices inequality', Xia Yu found indescribable self-confidence in his heart, and had troubled for many days. Suddenly a lot of inspiration for solving the problem appeared, and he went into the kitchen immediately, ready to apply the spice cooking skills to practice In the process of cooking.

The system came out to fan the flames:

"Get a new task-[First Application of Inequality]."

"Reminder: Apply the'spice inequality' cooking skills you just learned to any kind of cooking, and submit a work with a score of 80 or more."

"Reward: Cooking level lv19lv20."

A small task that only gives cooking experience.

Even if there is no system spur, Xia Yu decided to practice hand skills.

Toot.

When he stepped into the kitchen, the phone in his pocket suddenly received a message.

I took out my mobile phone and found that it was a video chat invitation, from line's friend'Maki Morita'.

Quickly agreed, Xia Yu looked at the screen of the mobile phone while choosing the ingredients in the refrigerator.

"Ayu..."

Maki Morita just woke up and rubbed his eyes.

She was still in room 205 of Pole Star Tower, surrounded by people, such as Tian Suohui, Sakura Ryoko, Yoshino Yuuhime, Marui Zenji, etc., lying on the bed or lying on the floor, the room was full of empty plates. , Wine bottle.

It seems that the tea party went well.

"Do you know what time it is now? Don't go back to your room to rest!" Xia Yu scolded.

"Hey--" Sweeping to the phone time, Morita Maki sat up straight, "It's early morning!"

She turned her head to look around and found that Isshiki Hui and Xingping Chuangzhen were not there.

"Where did Isshiki-senpai and Kohei-kun go?"

"kitchen."

Xia Yu said casually, taking out a whole fresh chicken that had been dissected from the freezer.

"What are they going to do in the kitchen?" Maki stood up staggeringly.

"Go and see you will know."

"right……"

So, some confused girls, with their mobile phones, came to the kitchen on the first floor.

The kitchen is really brightly lit, Xing Ping Chuang really put his hand on his chin and sat on the dining table. He heard the footsteps and looked back, "Oh, Morita, you are also awake."

Isshiki, who was busy at the kitchen counter, also cast a glance.

"Oh, Kohei-kun, it seems that you can't enjoy the dishes that I will make by yourself."

"No, I won't eat supper."

Morita Maki sat down, waved his hand and refused.

"Ah, Maki, did you video chat with that guy again?" Xingping Chuangzhen leaned his head and even squeezed Maki away, without consciously being a light bulb, "Hey hey hey!"

"Hey, woolen yarn, I'm listening, keep my voice down!"

Xia Yu found the ingredients needed for practice and was thinking about it in front of the kitchen counter.

"Next, don't bother me, otherwise I will close the video." Xia Yu put the phone on the cupboard, before turning around to deal with the ingredients, he watched the camera specifically.

Morita Maki gave a hum, but Xingping Chuangzhen wanted to yell, but she stared at him.

"Strange, it's midnight, he still wants to cook chicken?"

Xingping Chuangzhen could only lower his voice.

Morita Maki didn't speak, put the phone on the table, resting her cheeks in her hands, and stared at the figure on the screen for a moment.

Xia's small shop kitchen.

He took a sharp kitchen knife and sliced ​​the onions methodically.

At this time, there was a buzzing sound from the pan on the stove. Xia Yu poured a small amount of olive oil into the pan, and when the oil was hot, he put the washed raw rice into the pan and stir-fried.

"What kind of rice is that?" Xingping Chuang was really surprised, "The shape is so round and full!"

"Thai rice, Indian rice?" Maki Morita was also guessing.

Isshiki brought over the dishes she had just made, a small dish of'Pepper's Grilled Fish'.He was also attracted by the screen of the mobile phone, and when he looked over, he was surprised: "It should be Egyptian rice..."

Ok?!

Suddenly, the three people onlookers were shocked.

Xia Yu didn't put the condiments directly into the pot, but used a small seasoning plate to mix salt, cumin, black pepper and other seasonings together, muttering words in her mouth, as if muttering the dosage of each ingredient.

Stir-fry the rice grains for about ten minutes, add water and cook on the heat, Xia Yu turned around to process the next batch of side dishes.

This time peeling and cutting small onions.

Isshiki Hui, Morita Maki, and Kopei Suzaki saw him face a boiling pot that had been on the stove for a long time, and the moment he opened the lid, it was unexpectedly full of white steam.

Bay leaf, cardamom, cardamom, black pepper...

He kept throwing spices into the boiling water, moving very fast, dazzling people.

"It's done!" Xia Yu clapped her hands and turned back to the kitchen counter.

The next step is to stuff the cooked Egyptian rice into the dissected chicken belly.

Seeing this step of processing, Morita Maki and Xinghei Chuangzhen unexpectedly exclaimed:

"It's the'Spice Ninet Egyptian Roast Chicken'!"