Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Da da da……

The empty and long footsteps echoed on the mountain platform.

A flame cultist wearing a heavy sacrificial robe, with a staid face, walked to the edge of the platform step by step, and his eyes were suddenly drawn away, watching the winding pilgrimage road from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

This road is full of bones, and the crow vulture stops on the withered tree in the abyss, making a harsh cooing sound.

Mas became a cultist who was hiding in the mountains.

He is not a "person" because he has lost his emotions and desires. Only when he looks back at the huge idol standing in the mountains, the dim eyes suddenly flashes of fire.

Depressed!

"Is this really cooking?"

The heart seemed to be grabbed by a hand, and his emotions were quietly affected. Mass returned to reality, strangling his throat to breathe hard, and cold sweat on his forehead.

Do not!

If you cry out in your heart, even if you throw away all your emotions, you can't lose your desire to eat!

Just with the tip of the cooking needle on the tea table facing the Maimang, Ma Si didn't intend to shrink back, and said to himself: "Let me see what you can do..."

Scoop up the fourth spoon!

This time it was the cold taste, which occupied the taste buds.

cold!

Ma Si stood in the cold shrine. There was a shrine in front of him. No idols were enshrined. There was only a crystal ball. It is worth noting that there is a flame in the crystal ball!

Slowly stretched out his hand, this is a pair of wrinkled, old and withered palms.

The moment when both palms held the crystal ball, it was not hot, but cold!

Masji Lingling shuddered and found that his hands were tightly sucked, his stomach pouch was rolling, his spirit was rolling, his soul was rolling, and the crystal ball seemed to produce a black hole vortex, sucking everything about him.

Fifth spoon!

Rice grains dance on the tip of the tongue, ice and fire are balanced, soaring in the sky to get the pleasure of freedom!

"Roar--"

Couldn’t help but roar in excitement, but Ma Si found that his roar echoed endlessly among the mountains. He looked down at the earth and found that there were large groups of wild animals, such as cattle, horses, ligers, and various other animals. Unnamed magical creatures, in short, the scene of the group of beasts running away is spectacular.

Flew over the peninsula and reached the sea.

The huge body cast boundless shadows on the sea, and when the wings flicked, it was a huge whirlwind. Several fishing boats and sailboats on the sea were swallowed by the wind and waves. The escaped sailors floated on the sea, looking up at him with fear.

"The red dragon that rules the earth, please calm down!"

A captain trembled, took out a string of flame amulet, and held up the amulet chanting the doctrine of flame.

"So refreshing!"

The frustration in front suddenly turned into the pleasure of dominating.

Masi didn't have the slightest muddle, and ate the sixth spoonful of paella!

Ice and fire are equally balanced. However, the spice structure seems to have subtle changes, and the bitterness and astringency are gone. The fragrance of French incense, bay leaf, and rosemary makes waves of spice hurricanes on the tip of the tongue!

"Well!"

Suddenly, the heartstrings tightened, and the sweet flavor of the'black rice' was a magical touch that immediately brought the spice structure to life.

At this moment, Mas became a majestic flame pope sitting on a golden throne and holding a scepter.

Boom.

The dome of the Supreme Palace cast a large shadow, and the red dragon tyrant, who made the world afraid, put away his evil wings, and stopped on the dome. The eyes of those dragons were full of surrendered submission, and there was no trace of violence and jealousy.

Below the throne, there is a neat row of alternate saints, wearing veils and graceful figures.

The pope is in charge of a dragon, the power of life and death for the entire church. At this moment, Mass feels like he is the spokesperson of the flame. He bears the will of the flame. He should let the world realize that only the flame is eternal!

"Pray for the flame, you will never be disappointed..."

Muttered on the throne.

Mas was confused, his greed became the freedom of the red dragon tyrant to soar into the sky, and he wanted to gain the authority of the prestige of a religion and become God's apostle in the secular world.

He struggled with this for a long time, until a voice interrupted him:

"Seventh spoon, do you want to eat?"

Looking up blankly, a delicate face came into view.

The young man said in time: "Principal Ma Si, the seventh spoon is the one that has changed qualitatively!"

His lips had become chapped long ago, and his tongue licked the corners of his lips. Mass could not speak. The stomach pouch that had been squirming before seemed to fall into hibernation and no longer gave him a strong sense of hunger.

"eat!"

Answered loudly.

Shaking hands, shoveled the rice grains of the seventh bag of paella and put it into his mouth.

With his teeth pressed down lightly, Ma Si couldn't control himself and let out a long groan of enjoyment. At this moment, his clothes were broken and naked, returning to the center of the earth and the world of fire elements.

The chaos began to open, all things grew, and the elements in the center of the earth gradually gained wisdom. He obtained his first territory, and in the following hundreds of years, he conquered the east and the west, expanding the territory to the entire element world. , Countless creatures of the element world bowed their heads to him, and the powerful enemies of the past knelt down and asked for his edict.

With a big wave of his hand, Ma Si turned his powerful enemy into a god general under his command. Yes, he was enshrined and came to the Pantheon above the plane of the heavens, becoming the second ancient giant to open the door of the temple, creating the world God is also jealous of the priesthood he is in charge of, the divine realm he owns.

But Mas was dissatisfied. He lowered his clone, looked for his own spokesperson in many secular worlds, founded the Flame Church for him, and spread his influence to every corner of the multiverse.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Finally, one day, he imprisoned the God of Creation and proclaimed himself the King of God, and his proud laughter echoed in the void.

Looking back, he is a guest sitting in the restaurant and tasting food.

A strong sense of drop.

"Why!" Ma Si slammed his fist on the table, then scooped up the eighth spoonful of paella, chewed carefully, and his expression became more and more angry, "Why not! Where is it! Come out!"

Isshiki Hui and Kobayashi Gentiana outside the private room were all startled by his hideous and distorted expressions.

"Chang!"

With the sword out of the sheath, Xia Yu held Ryoko Lina's wrist in time, met her eyes, and shook her head.

"It's okay." He chuckled.

"determine?"

"Extremely sure!"

So Ryoko Lina nodded, and took a step toward him, still cautiously.

She grinned in her heart. After all, she had a task. Xia Yu expressed her understanding and stopped saying anything. Instead, she looked at Ma Si who was walking in shame in her private room, and a smile gradually appeared on her mouth.

After a long while, he let out a long sigh.

Ma Si returned to the tea table, knelt down, and bowed deeply to Xia Yu.

"excuse me."

Xia Yu just waved her hand, curiously said: "What did you see?"

"Poet, pilgrim."

"Flame Cult, Flame Devout, Red Dragon Tyrant!"

"The Pope...and God!"

Saying these identity nouns in one breath, if these words are heard by passers-by on the street, they will definitely be regarded as neurotic onlookers.

"Seven bags of paella, seven kinds of life!" A deep exclamation still remained in Ma Si's eyes. He looked up and down Xia Yu with the eyes of the monster, and then said in a deep voice:

"One cookbook, but made a different taste."

"There is no sense of repetition or boredom!"

After all, Mas still gave a thumbs up.

"You rock!"