Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

"what--"

Swallowing the turkey in his mouth, General Yuan Yue, who is in a burst of clothes, is full of mist.

Yuanyue's teachers and students looked silly.

Except for Nagiri Senzaemon who was still sitting in the seat, the other four judges, Dojima Gin, Masato Kamihara, Sota Aoki, and Ryoko Rina, all spontaneously left their seats, held hands in front of the table, and circled. A flying attitude.

cough.

Nageri Senzaemon coughed heavily, and the four judges woke up, you look at me, I look at you.

Ryoko Rina's cheeks were red, and she forced her coldly to pull her hands away, and returned to her seat to sit down, but the heart in her chest was still beating, telling her how incredible the food fantasy she had just experienced was .

Masato Kamahara also returned and sat down, very embarrassed.

Dojima Gin and Aoki Sect were indifferent.

"How do I feel that the combination of eight kinds of spices and another kind of flavor feels familiar." Dojima Gin murmured while supporting his chin.

Qing Mu Zongtai touched his sweaty bald head, and stared at Xia Yu firmly. The look of appreciation was like looking at a treasure handed down, "You make me unbelievable..."

After talking a few times in disbelief, Qing Mu Zong Tai's voice trembled and asked: "What is the name of this dish?"

"The main cooking technique is called Huaji, but it is also a non-traditional Huaji. I gave it a nearly perfect combination of spices, and then a nearly perfect heat." Xia Yu thoughtfully, simply spread his hands, "As for I didn’t think of the name either!"

"The ninet of spices--"

"The heat of walking on the extreme--"

Nagiri Senzaemon suddenly interjected, "Well, let's call it'Ku Ling Huo Feng'!"

Nine Ling Fire Phoenix?

When thinking of swallowing food, the phoenix that he saw bathed in sacred flames, Dojima Gin, Ryoko Rina and other four judges nodded in agreement.

"This name is good!" Qing Muzong gave a thumbs up.

"Nine of spices!"

Dojima Gin screamed, and finally knew what was going on with the familiar feeling of the spice structure, staring at Xia Yu, dumbfounding.

"You, did you learn this spice-matching technique from my'Spice Ninet Egyptian Roast Chicken'?" Dojima Gin sighed, "No wonder, I said there are nine pyramids, trying to open up my taste. Treasure house!"

"Hey! What a pity!" Dojima Gin then chuckled.

"Yes, what a pity!"

Sota Aoki answered.

"Both tastes are so different!" Ryoko Lina said, her eyelids drooped slightly, her long eyelashes flicked, obviously her emotions were still very exciting.She forcibly said in a cold voice, "The smell of flame is worse, and the flavor of spice ninet is also worse!"

Yuanyue students heard it in a cloud of mist.

Is this demeaning or praise?

The slightly more advanced tutors, professors, and Yuanyue Shijie, including Si Yingshi standing next to them, all had a dull expression.

"Two flavors of walking on the ultimate road!"

Masato Kanbara could hardly conceal his amazement, "These two flavors are separated from each other, and alone can form a super-quality cuisine. Now, they are perfectly integrated in the'Nine Ling Fire Phoenix', with a pseudo-extreme flame flavor. It's the ninth chapter of the Spice Nine, you use flames to reinterpret this combination of spices... it's simply fantastical!"

"Moreover, you actually succeeded!"

"The native chicken was reborn in the temper of spices and flames, soared for nine days, took off all the mortal coats, and became... the phoenix and the phoenix!"

After speaking with a trembling voice, Masato Kamahara no longer spoke, but holding his chopsticks, he tried the second piece of chicken.

When Dojima Gin and Aoki Sect saw this, they all walked back quickly, sat on their chairs, and took down their chopsticks again.

Just like enjoying the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, it took a full quarter of an hour for five heavyweight judges to chew and eat slowly before eating the chicken in the lotus leaf. During the period, Xia Yu reserved a bowl specially and planned to wait for the end of the review to pass it for herself. Mouth addiction.

The auditorium was quiet for a few more minutes, and the hostess Reika Kawashima stammered: "Please, please ask the judges to rate!"

But no one spoke.

Upon seeing this, Rei Kawashima had a black line, "Please rate!"

"Unable to rate!"

Suddenly Dojima Gin said, "We can't score the'Nine Linghuofeng' by student standards, and it's not enough for teachers. However, based on the special standards, this dish barely has the quality of special one star. !"

Kawashima Rei was silly, "Special one-star?"

"Right!" Dojima Gin was entangled, "If it has a single pseudo-extreme taste, it is a pseudo-special cuisine, but ah,'Nine Ling Fire Phoenix' contains two pseudo-extreme flavors, and it is a perfect fusion..."

With that said, Dojima Gin could only turn to Masato Kamahara.

"Minister Kamahara, according to the igo organization's evaluation standards for special-grade cuisine, do you think that'Nine-Ling Fire Phoenix' has the quality of special-grade one-star?" He asked condensedly.

Masato Kanbara shook his head first, then nodded.

"A super chef, even if he has a recipe, can't cook such a special dish with a personal mark."

"However, if it is said that it has reached the special grade one, it is still a bit short." Masato Kanbara is also very entangled. "The ultimate flame, the ninet of spices, when they all reach the top, the'Nine Linghuofeng' is the special grade two. Super three-star, and even super must-kill dishes!"

"But it's still gestating, it can't be scored!"

Masato Kamahara sighed.

"Unable to rate!"

Zongta Aoki and Ryoko Lina looked at each other.

"The five judges... none of them scored!"

The Yuanyue Hall was silent, and no one thought it was the result.

But no one dared to question the jury headed by Nagiri Senzaemon.

"Did you win or lose?!"

"Idiot, didn't you hear it? I can't rate it! That guy's level is far beyond the student level, even most of our tutors in Yuanyue are not as good as him!"

"What? He didn't score, it was Master Si Ying who won!"

The auditorium was suddenly noisy, and Yuanyue students actually split into two factions. One faction was captured by Xia Yu's craftsmanship and cooking, and the other was the staunch Far Moon Party who supported Si Yingshi.

Seeing the chaos, a group of people in Jixingliao were speechless.

"Amazing!"

Xing Ping Chuang really clenched his fists excitedly and kept his eyes on Xia Yu, acting as if he was the subject of Yuanyue's teachers and students, full of longing.

The ten outstanding people gathered in the corner of the stadium, all of them looked no better than ordinary students.

Isshihui's face was solemn, her eyes filled with disbelief.

On the other hand, Erina Nagiri folded her arms and stood in front of the railing, staring at Xia Yu's back, but he was relieved by the result.

There is no winning or losing.

Because Xia Yu did not score.

However, in fact, everyone in Yuanyue knew very well that it was them who lost.

The theory of a tie is just a forced cover.