Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

There are 981 first-year freshmen in Yuanyue High School, but there are more than 1,000 first-year students after including last year's repeaters.

But the total number of second-year students plus repeaters is only two hundred.

The number of three-year students is even smaller. There are probably only a few dozen people. Everyone is a familiar face. These three-year students can be easily identified by cooking in the exam crowd. Their cooking can be said to have been tempered and cooked. The style is very sophisticated.

However, sometimes, old fritters does not mean "qualified".

The class that Yuanyue and igo collaborated with was aimed at cultivating preparatory super chefs. The most important quality is undoubtedly the cooking skill.

Regarding the cooking heart, in the first class, Qingmu Zongtai had already explained in detail, Xia Yu didn't want to repeat, waved, and gave a confident three-year student, and gave the evaluation result coldly: "You are not qualified!"

"what?"

The three-year-old with a explosive head looked incredulous.

The Yuanyue students in the back row talked a lot.

"This is Kubota Senpai? He is actually not qualified..."

"Shh!"

The sound of the discussion made this three-year-old Kubota flushed with anger. He slammed his hands on the table and glared his eyes: "Why not qualified?"

"Are you three years old?" Xia Yu did not answer, but asked.

"Yes."

"Then you think, why can't you graduate?"

"This..." Kubota was stunned.

"Match!" Xia Yu said solemnly, "you have a problem with your food collocation, it seems to be exquisite, but in fact it is just a combination of the most advanced ingredients, let's talk about it, what is the theme of your cooking? Or you What do you want to enjoy for the tasters through cooking? Your cooking seems to be neat, but in fact it is disorderly and has no priority!"

Kubota was speechless.

The students in the back looked down at the dishes in their hands. If they realized something, some people quietly left the team, took care of the dishes, and went back to line up to cook new dishes again.

"Give me another chance!" Kubota lowered his head and clenched his fists.

Xia Yu pointed to the team behind, "Yes, but we have to line up again."

"Thank you!" Kubota walked away immediately.

Watching this "old fried dough stick" leave three years old, the corners of Xia Yu's mouth curled slightly.

This is the influence of Liwei in the previous class. Otherwise, these three-year students will definitely be dissatisfied with his evaluation results, so every time he is evaluated, he has to spend his tongue to explain, or simply use halberd to train people, then Isn't it tired?

Later, after a morning test, Xia Yu found a strange phenomenon.

The second-year and third-year students are either very good, such as those from the top ten, or they are "old fritters". The cooking style is finalized and the possibility of shaping is lost.

In contrast, Xia Yu prefers those freshmen who are fresh and tender, each with a longing for the profession of chefs, and more importantly, they are obedient and serious about the guidance of their predecessors. In other words, they have the ability to learn max. Infinite plasticity.

Only half of the test screening was conducted in the morning, and there was a second in the afternoon.

After the end, Xia Yu, Si Yingshi, and Aoki Zongtai took a list of qualified candidates to make a statistics, a total of 116 people.

"I have something to do this afternoon, and I will leave the test to you." Qing Mu Zong left a word and left.

"Lecturer Xia, do you want to sit in my dormitory?" Si Yingshi weakly invited Xia Yu.

"I'm going to Jixingliao."

Xia Yu waved his hand and refused, and his mind was still "Tornado Shark's Fin Sausage". Today's smoked dishes of Jun Itake Saki gave him some inspiration for improvement. He must go over and grab the inspiration!

...

From the teaching area of ​​the assessment venue to the back mountain of the school, Xia Yu stood in front of a European-style bungalow.

This is Jixingliao.

The bungalow is surrounded by a courtyard. There is an iron gate on the outside and a red brick roof. The walls are milky white. The verdant vines are climbing on the outer walls. Haunted house.

Once here, Xia Yu was familiar with it and pushed open the unlocked iron door. Then, the lobby door on the ground floor of the bungalow was open. He had just picked up the stairs and heard a voice behind him.

"Lecturer Xia?"

Isshiki estimated that she had just returned from the meeting of the top ten, wearing formal clothes, holding documents under her ribs, and showing her appearance.

"I'm here to find someone."

"Looking for someone? Are you looking for Maki-chan, do it yourself." Isshiki Hui smiled ambiguously.

"No, there is a guy who is good at smoked cooking, is he called Jun Itake? I ate his smoked cooking today, so I want to ask him about some cooking skills." Xia Yu said.

"Ask?" Isshihui looked strange, "I'll call him, you are waiting in the kitchen."

So Xia Yu went to Jixingliao's kitchen.

Soon, Isshiki Hui brought Itake Jun.

Xia Yu opened the door and said, "Can you show me your smoked sausage?"

"Yes." Itake Jun returned to the room and brought the sausages that had been dried. Xia Yu took a sausage and squeezed it. Her fingers felt amazing elasticity. The feeling was hard to describe. It was a balloon, as if it were used. A needle is pierced with a sharp weapon, and the whole intestine will burst with a snap.

"Sure enough, it was very strict!" He couldn't help but exclaim.

"Is this flexible casing made of pig intestine or sheep intestine?" Xia Yu stared at Itake Tsunami with burning eyes.

He almost made the'Dragon Roll Shark's Fin Sausage' last night.

However, after twisting into the "hemp rope" pass, Xia Yu immediately encountered a second problem——

The casing is not flexible enough. During the cooking process, the "Tornado Shark's Fin Sausage" is easily broken by the swelling "hemp rope" inside.

"Sheep small intestine."

Ibusaki was not good at words, and his answer was cold.

Pig small intestines and sheep small intestines are all materials for making natural casings. Xia Yu tried both types of casings at God of Kitchen Space last night, but the results were similar.

"But, my sheep's small intestines were also'smoked'!" The second half of Iwu Saki's words shocked Xia Yu.

smoked?

Seeing Xia Yu holding her chin in thought, Isshiki Hui gathered all the members of Ji Xing Liao in the kitchen.

"Everyone is here."

Isshiki put a document on the desktop.

"Yo--"

Xingping Chuangzhen greeted Xia Yu, and glanced at the file on the desktop, and read a few characters from the cover title: "...Friendship and communication... Accommodation study?"

After speaking, he found the atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly depressed.

Tian Suohui shivered with a look of soul out of his body.

"It's a very common place, right?" Xingping Chuang was really confused.

With a black line, Yoshino Yuuki forced a smile and said, "Xingping, this training camp is the first hell to face for those who have gone to high school!"

"All the first-year students train in the mountains every day and conduct cruel cooking trials. If they do not reach the passing score, they will be ordered to drop out of school—"

"Friendship and communication, don't it sound easy?" Marui Zenji pushed his glasses frame, lowered his head to hide the panic in his eyes, "But, it is actually a ruthless selection and elimination!"

"By the way, a few years ago, the pass rate for residential studies dropped to less than half, right?"

A group of people in Jixingliao are discussing solemnly.

"Ayu."

Morita Maki quietly awakened Xia Yu and whispered: "My parents called just now and said that the whole street is spreading. Are you going to eat halberd in the shopping street with a five-star chef?"

"Jiji? Five-star chef?!"

Before Xia Yu responded, someone screamed strangely behind them.