Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Business as usual in the evening.

However, when the kitchen was busy, Xia Yu received another short message from Masato Kamahara postponing the evaluation of the Samsung rating.

"Samsung rating assessment is postponed. Please wait for my notice for the specific time."

The three-star assessment has been pushed again and again, and Xia Yu is actually quite indifferent. Unless the restaurant rating requires a corresponding chef qualification certificate, he does not want to care about any cooking rating.

What makes Xia Yu happy is that just now, he received the system prompt, and the task of attacking the two-star restaurant was finally completed!

Summon the character panel.

Unsurprisingly, the 10 talent points of the task rewards were left unused. Xia Yu took a deep breath and divided the 5 talent points into [Blasting Flame] Cooking Skills.

Ding.

"System prompt: [Blasting Flame] (10) Cooking skill has been upgraded to the highest level and cannot continue to improve."

"System prompt: The top-tier flame skill book has been unlocked, and the host can choose and purchase it in the store."

For the remaining 5 talent points, Xia Yu was hesitating whether to add it to [Magic Bull and Blue Dragon] or [Spice Inequality].

"Save first!"

There were guests outside calling him, and Xia Yu didn't think much about it. He went outside to collect the money and sent the last table of guests away by the way. Then he fetched water to clean the store, and it was midnight before he knew it.

"clang--"

The old wall clock in the store rang midnight.

During the cleaning, Xia Yu looked back at the door from time to time, and it was a deep night outside.There was a subtle sense of panic in my heart.Many shops in the shopping street have been bought recently, and the owner moved out with his family, so the old shopping street is quieter at midnight.

Putting a basin of dirty water on the table, Xia Yu felt flustered and turned around to cover the store door halfway.

"what?"

It should be 12:30 midnight, and under the street lights in the distance, a middle-aged man was faintly seen walking slowly.

Xia Yu saw him carrying a briefcase and walking crookedly. He must be drunk and couldn't catch the tram. He could only wander around the streets like a ghost, waiting for the morning.

Roughly sweeping away, the old shopping street seems to be the brightest in his house, half of the door is open, and the dim yellow lights of warm colors spill on the road, reflecting the long shadow of Xia Yu.

When the middle-aged man approached, Xia Yu noticed his slanted gaze and couldn't help but waved hello, "Oh, uncle, do you want to come in and sit down? We are open until four midnight..."

Xia Yu regretted the words.

Because the sight of middle-aged people is not like a drunkard, cold.

The atmosphere was suddenly gloomy, and Xia Yu's heart was cold, half of his body was hidden behind the store door, and he smiled reluctantly at him: "You can rest assured that you are not satisfied with the food, and you won't charge the money—"

The middle-aged man slowly moved his face away, and through the light cast by the lantern, Xia Yu could see his face clearly, and then he looked at the shadow behind him again, he sighed in deep relief, and secretly complained: " Let me just say, all gods and weird things are scaring myself!"

So he welcomed the middle-aged person into the shop and pointed to the menu bar.

"You can order whatever you like."

"...Eat...eat...eat..."

"What did you say?" Xia Yu couldn't hear his whisper and tried to get closer.

"stop--"

With a loud shout, it resounded across the store.

The'Ghost Face Monk' Qing Muzong arrived too much, but stood at the door, staring at the middle-aged man beside Xia Yu.

Xia Yu is at the counter, front, and Qing Mu Zongtai behind the middle-aged person is another perspective.

"No wonder I can't find you in the last few days!" Qing Mu Zongtai said words that Xia Yu couldn't understand, with a solemn face, "I only targeted female targets, but I didn't expect you to be attached to men!"

"What the hell!" Xia Yu heard it in the mist.

"...Eating...eating...hungry..." As the middle-aged man whispered, Xia Yu faintly heard the sound of water droplets landing. He couldn't help but look at it. There were some sticky water marks on the middle-aged man's heel.

Thump thump.

Xia Yu stepped back two steps, breathing harder.

"Do you finally know that you are hungry? Wandering outside for so long!"

Sect Aoki took off the pair of sharp kitchen knives that hung around his neck, and swiftly walked towards Xia's kitchen, "I borrow your kitchen for use. By the way, do you still have the ingredients for today?"

"some."

"That's good, otherwise let the igo logistics office send it over. Time is a little too late, then we are all in danger!" Qing Muzong's expression was too stern, slightly calm, and squinted at Xia Yu, who was barely calm, "You can come and help, too. Help me deal with it and send it away, and explain to you later—"

After all, no matter what Xia Yu is, he went to the food storage area of ​​Xia's small shop, looked around, and looked at the frozen meat in the freezer. "It should be enough..."

Next, Xia Yu was dumbfounded, Qing Mu Zongtai opened the door of the freezer, back and forth several times, emptied the freezer in one go, and all the meat was swept away.

"These ingredients will be handled by you, these are mine!"

Qing Mu Zong pointed out that some chickens and ducks were piled up, and on his side, fish, pork, and beef were mixed.

Xia Yu didn't have time to ask more, took the kitchen knife, "Chop it up?"

"Yes! Other cooking methods are too time-consuming!" Said Aoki Zongta, using both hands together, the sharp kitchen knife in both hands, the knife in the left hand to handle fish, and the knife in the right hand to cut pork and beef.

The real left and right bow, the hands are in the same step, and the efficiency is amazing!

Zongta Aoki even handled it one step faster than Xia Yu, and took the largest pot in the kitchen and set it on the stove.

correct.

The kitchen in Xia’s shop has been renovated and is now close to a Japanese-style open kitchen, except that there is an extra layer of transparent glass on the counter to block oil fume.In the kitchen, you can see the entire storefront, so Xia Yu kept staring at the middle-aged man while handling the ingredients.

"Youkai? It's not like it!"

From the front, middle-aged people are real people, with good looks and shadows.

"Miscellaneous cooking?" Looking back at Zongtai Qingmu, this'ghost noodle monk' had already put a variety of ingredients into the pot, and Xia Yu noticed that he used a variety of seasonings and spices to make a big pot of soup.

The stove was violently fired, and the fire was fully turned on, and after a few minutes, hot steam would be emitted.

"Oden!" Xia Yu suddenly realized that this is indeed the easiest and most convenient way to deal with it. No wonder Qing Muzong added kelp and wooden fish flowers to the pot to make Japanese-style stock.

Ao Mu Zong is too methodical. He cooks pork and beef first, then blanched chicken and duck, and finally fish.

Xia Yu saw no appetite, and the corners of her eyes twitched.

Isn’t it cooked like this?At least based on Xia Yu's understanding of oden, the ingredients must be separated and cooked in separate grids!

"Very confused?"

Sect Aoki cast a glance, "The secret is in my broth!"

He took a large stainless steel basin, scooped up a lot of cooked food, sprinkled some hot sauce on it, and walked out of the kitchen with the basin.

From the processing stage to the completion of cooking, it takes less than half an hour.