Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

"At the student stage, perfect cooking skills!"

"It's mainly ingredients..."

"Ingredients? If you don't know how to handle them, the special-grade ingredients will be cumbersome. With the picky and harshness of these reviewers, you will get zero points out of all likelihood!"

In the corner of the auditorium, apart from the chief Si Yingshi, the other ten outstanding figures gathered together.

"Sure enough!" Nagiri Erina bit her thumb. Even if she was as proud as her, she truly recognized Si Yingshi's strength.

Perhaps, only when Si Yingshi graduates, she has the possibility of becoming the top ten.

At least for now, Erina Nagiri feels that his chance of winning against his boss Eiji... is approaching zero!

The gap is too big!

"Does that guy give up?"

The eighth seat of Jiu Wo Zhaoji, a second-year student with yellow hair, with his hands in his trouser pockets, glanced at Xia Yu on the auditorium stage.

"No, he won't retreat!" Isshiki Hui of the seventh seat said, sonorously.

Realizing that the eyes of the audience were all on him, including the judges, Xia Yu knew that he was going to serve.

"It's not bad, Si Yingshi helped me drag it for at least ten minutes, otherwise the heat will be really suspended!"

Xia Yu secretly squeezed sweat, put on a pair of heat-proof gloves, leaned over and stretched out his hands, and from the ruins of the'Burning Crypt', he picked out a ball that was peeling off the mud continuously, and did not pay attention to any unique decorations. Just put the mud ball on the judging seat.

With Zhuyu ahead, Xia Yu was actually under a lot of pressure inside.

Boos flooded the venue, and many Yuanyue students laughed wantonly.

Compared with the gentleman Si Yingshi, Xia Yu's posture for serving dishes is indeed not quite right. His upper body is bare, and his skin is inevitably stained with charcoal and firewood ash, mainly food!

Exquisite and delicious, like the white-haired Sindrella fried steak of art, and a dish hidden in the mud, there are very obvious advantages and disadvantages from the appearance alone!

In terms of "shape" alone, Xia Yu seemed to be defeated.

The mud lumps were on the table, and several pieces of dry mud fell off the case and spread out on the tabletop.

Strands of warm breath are constantly emerging.

"……what is this?"

Gazing at the mud ball, Dojima Gin asked in a low voice.

"A dish full of Chinese local customs, but I have already'improved' it." Xia Yu answered calmly.On the word "improvement", he emphasized the tone.

Other judges, Aoki Sota and Ryoko Rina did not speak.

Masato Kanbara cast a suspicious look, Xia Yu met his gaze and nodded.Means to reassure him.

Go back to the kitchen counter, get a small hammer, aim it at the mud ball on the tabletop, and tap it gently.

"Crack"

With a slight sound, it seemed as if the eggshell broke, and the crack spread quickly to the entire mud mass along the place where the hammer hit.

The broadcast screen above the auditorium gave a long close-up of the mud ball.

The boos disappeared, the laughter disappeared, and the picture seemed to freeze.

Second hammer!

Snapped.

This time Xia Yu increased his strength and hit it with a hammer, and the mud that was already full of cracks shattered in an instant, and the outer two layers of ordinary yellow mud shells fell off, exposing the dark mud in the inner layer.

"Good smell—"

A Yuanyue student suddenly exclaimed.

Unknowingly, Pandora's box opened, and the rich fragrance full of magical charm instantly invaded the entire venue, causing Yuanyue's teachers and students to continuously swallow saliva and scream.

"Spice mud?" The five judges all stared at the last layer of dark soil that covered the local chicken dishes.

"The third hammer!"

Xia Yu smashed it down in one breath and clicked, the eggshell was broken, and he held a small knife in his left hand. He opened the bow from left to right and aimed at the inner lotus leaf. The leaves immediately scattered and opened, like blooming summer flowers!

Boom!

At this moment, the aroma is more like a real thing, turning into a fountain, rushing to the sky, and then spilling over the entire venue.

The broadcast screen suddenly lights up.

Many Yuanyue teachers and students closed their eyes subconsciously.

"Is my dizziness..." A group of people in Jixingliao wiped their eyes vigorously, but fortunately Ping Chuang Zhen and Morita Maki held their breath, their eyes seemed to penetrate the light film, and they saw the flames all over their body. Dancing native chickens.

Do not!

Not a local chicken!

Isshiki Hui and Nakiri Erina's eyes widened, there was a strong impulse in their hearts, they opened their mouths, wanting to shout out the name of that mythical creature hoarsely——

Bathed in the holy flame... Phoenix!

It's the flame, let the native chicken metamorphose!

Quiet.

The auditorium was silent for a few minutes, and finally there was a burst of discussion, and teachers and students whispered.

The judging seat has a solemn atmosphere.

Si Yingshi, who was standing next to him, had a blank expression and his whole person was dumbfounded.

"This kind of cuisine...I am looking forward to it!"

Nagiri Senzaemon said in a deep voice.

"I'm looking forward to it too!" Xia Yu smiled.

Just now, he received an unexpected system prompt.

"Here, chopsticks!" Xia Yu handed clean chopsticks to several judges, and used the knife just now to dissect a whole chicken.

The whole body of the native chicken is a flame-orange color, very bright, just like a turkey crawling on the table.

This beautiful appearance is actually the result of the marinade in spice water. Xia Yu tried many times in her own shop, and finally improved the score of "shape".

"Give me the chicken drumstick!"

Qing Mu Zong too abandoned the chopsticks, directly reached out and grabbed a chicken drumstick, bit it, his expression suddenly softened.

Dojima Gin also sandwiched a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth to chew. The original solemn expression became wonderful.

"Sure enough, it's a charcoal and wood-fired dish. The taste is completely different... Wait a minute!" Dojima Gin sat up straight, "What's the matter with this spice combination? Cinnamon, ginger, Angelica dahurica... There are also cloves... the slightly spicy spice, it should be cardamom, no, there are also grass fruits... so many kinds of spices are mixed, and they are not smashed, and they are very mellow and long. They must use tangerine peel..."

"Ho—"

Suddenly two hot air currents erupted from his nostrils, Dojima Gin suddenly stood upright, his chopsticks were pinched off in his hands, "There is also the smell of the ninth spice! No! Not a spice!"

"It's flame!"

At the moment of chewing, all eight spices were ignited by flames, and they mixed and erupted in the mouth. Dojima Gin was trembling. He faintly saw a golden key, which was prying open the treasure house of his taste——

Extreme!

It's about to reach the top!

Ryoko Lina was the third taster. As soon as the chicken was delivered to her, she screamed in her heart that made herself feel ashamed.

"what--"

Screams echoed on the empty ground, and Ryoko Rina stood naked under the gloomy sky.

Lava was flowing on the ground, the crater at the far end was shining light, and the whole space was filled with a smell of dry coals.

With a clear and distant cry, the sky cast a large shadow, Ryoko Lina looked at a mythical creature bathed in a golden holy flame in astonishment, slowly landing in front of her, flapping her wings and dancing.

After carefully counting, Ryoko Lina found that this phoenix had eight colorful tail feathers, each tail feather was covered by flames, and a rich fragrance came to the nose.

The phoenix seemed to be inviting him, Ryoko Lina climbed onto the back of the big bird, and was surprised to find that the holy flame surrounding the phoenix hadn't burned her, but was warm and warm, making her physically and mentally comfortable, almost groaning in shame.

Lightly flapping its wings, the phoenix soars above the nine heavens.

Ryoko Lina also took off with the Phoenix, almost ascending to immortality.