Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

clang--

With a clear percussion.

The cooking session begins.

"Hey hey hey..."

Within a few minutes, the sound of fried pork in a frying pan attracted the attention of the audience.

Mito Yumei is holding a wok with brightly colored pork belly.

The strong scent spreads out in the midst of Mito's gloomy charm, and the audience is obsessed with students, and the corners of their mouths are dripping.

"Good smell!"

"The smell of pork and spices, entangled tightly!"

"The taste that directly stimulates the brain's nerves!"

Pepper!

Shiomi Jun, Roland Chapel, Xia Yu and Dojima Gin were all in the guest observation stand.

Roland Chapel said: "She used Chinese pepper. This spice not only has a strong aroma and spicy enough to make the tongue numb, but it can also remove the extra meaty smell of pork!"

Shiomi Jun said, "This classmate is called Mito Yumei? The peppercorns she uses are in the form of grains, and they stay in the coarse grinding stage. This form of peppercorns is compared to powdered ones. Pepper noodles, the fragrance will be more prominent!"

A group of teachers in the guest seat nodded.

"Ooo!"

"Fucky, I'm looking at you, come on—"

Suddenly, there was a terrifying roar from the crowd of students. The leader of the'Ban Rice Research Association', second-year Konishi Kanichi, ran to the guardrail and waved his arms exaggeratedly, acting as a cheerleader.

Mito Yumei was speechless, and his face was embarrassed and embarrassed.

Take a few deep breaths and ignore the sound of cheering.

"How are the others?"

With the thought entrenched in his mind, Mito Yumei, who was stir-fried, raised his head and swept to the neighboring kitchen counter.

not far away.

Kurokiba Ryogang grinds a bowl of spices into even dust.

"Huh—"

He took off the band of his right hand and tied it to his forehead. In an instant, the eyes of the listless young man who had been wearing dark circles under his eyes suddenly became sharp, giving people a strong aura.

This was a momentary change from an otaku to a bad street, and it shocked a large group of people.

No two!

"What is that guy doing..."

Mito Yumei's pupils shrank, and he saw Kurokiba Ryo taking out a fresh large lobster from the ingredient box.

Then, hold the kitchen knife, glimpse!

"So fast!"

"So skilled!"

Just observing the back of Kurokiba Ryo processing seafood, Mito Yumei's forehead was shed cold sweat, and a heavy stone was pressed in his heart.

Oppression!

An unnamed potential!

In fact, it is not just Mito Yumei, but the students in the neighboring kitchen counters also looked up with fear.

Dojima Gin said admiringly: "The neat and simple handling method, this student, is Alice's follower? He definitely has a wealth of first-line chef experience, these are things that you can't learn in school."

Xia Yu nodded, turned her eyes to the soft brows, and was quietly slicing Ryoko.

This gentle girl also wore a white chef's uniform. She was plump, with her hair bangs hanging on the curve of her full chest, and pouring down to the sides.

This Liangzi is not Pei Liangzi.

However, the contrast between Ryoko Ryoko and Ryoko Lina when she is quiet, the quietness and self-contained beautiful picture scroll are always appreciated.

She and Maki Morita are two delicate and beautiful flowers in the busy venue, unaffected by the outside world.

"unfortunately!"

Spit out two words gently, Xia Yu gently shook his head.

"What a pity?" Dojima Gin was stunned.

"Her cooking kingdom is a bit narrow." Xia Yu frowned, "Koji cooking is her specialty. Koji cooking is originally a raw material for brewing. There are branches of rice koji and salt koji..."

"Brewed food?"

Dojima Gin is also thinking.

Suddenly, the venue was full of riots.

Ye Shanliang, who has received much attention, placed a sea bream head on the kitchen counter and started kneading the noodles with baking powder, baking soda and yogurt.

A group of teachers in the guest table showed disappointment.

Do naan cakes with curry?It’s a very general match. The teachers thought that Xi Jianjun’s students had more creative ideas, but they still succumbed to popular recipes.

However, the cooking process has just begun.

quickly.

When Ye Shanliang added a variety of spices to the boiling pot, a spice smell seemed to diffuse out.

"not enough!"

"lemon grass!"

Ye Shan Liang had no expression on his face, grabbed some finely chopped spices and sprinkled them into the cooking pot.

"not enough--"

Finally, his gaze turned to a glass bottle set aside.

The shots of the venue gave close-ups of the glass bottles in due course.

So a few green leaves appeared on the big screen above.

what is this?

The students rioted and whispered.

Most teachers were confused and couldn't recognize the fresh spices on the screen.

"It's curry leaves!"

"A plant of the citrinaceae, a fantasy spice!" Xi Jianrun's face was stretched and explained to Roland Chapel next to him. Under the glasses, there was a pair of extremely confused and suspicious eyes.

Her Xijian Personal Research Institute does not have such a fresh fantasy moon orange leaf!

Where did Liang get this material?

Xi Jianjun had the urge to rush into the meeting place to ask what was going on, but the pink fist she placed on her knee was tightly clenched and resisted.

Ok?

Hearing that, Roland Chappel's staid face, which has remained unchanged for years, was quickly filled with shock.

boom!

He stood up, "This year's "Autumn Selection", is there finally an annual birth that can control fantasy ingredients?"

From the position of Professor Yuanyue, Roland Chapel was naturally surprised and delighted.

The magical interpretation begins.

With a snap and twisting the oak cork, Ye Shanliang sniffed the scent that diffused, and gently closed his eyes in an intoxicated state. After a while, he opened his eyes abruptly, took out two leaves and threw them into the boiling pot. !

"boom"

Fountain of spices.

The entire group a meeting place seemed to be wobbly because of the shaking.

A giant made of spice whirlwinds stood up, thumping his chest with both hands and screaming at the sky, his body shining with Ye Shanliang's personal mark.

"Eh……"

With her legs up and her hands up on the chair handles, the female reviewer Chiba Xiaya, who was originally sitting boringly, smelled the scent rising to the sky and spreading in all directions, and instantly straightened her white neck, with blue veins looming on her skin.

"It seems that it's still a bit interesting!" She muttered to herself with eyes widened.

The venue turned from noisy to dead silence.

The camera is constantly switching, and the cameraman is looking for the glass bottles placed on the kitchen counter of each contestant.

Beep, beep, beep.

One by one, the glass bottles, slices of similar young leaves, surprised the cameraman.

The teachers in the guest seat also opened their mouths exaggeratedly.

Especially Shiomi Jun, petrified on the chair.

"Why are there so many fresh moon orange leaves all of a sudden?" She touched her hot forehead, thinking it was the wrong way to read files when she got up this morning, and she entered another parallel time and space.

"That fellow Ye Shanliang..."

One of the members of Pole Star Liao, the taciturn Itake Jun, glanced at the showy Ye Shanliang, humming coldly in his heart, suddenly opened his smoked spice pot, and also sprinkled a few slices of moon orange in it and mixed it with other spices.

call out--

There was a faint sound of strong wind blowing.

The turbulent aroma formed a haze, enveloping Itake Jun, his figure blurred.

At this time, Xingping Chuangzhen, who had been sitting cross-legged on a small stool for an hour, was awakened by the entanglement and collision of the spice field in the hall, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, scratched his head and stood up.

"Ah, war is on?"

Xingping Chuangzhen yawned and lifted the lid of a boiling pot on the stove.

"Yue Tang Ye, I have it too!"

The corners of his mouth split with a confident arc, and he sprinkled leaves into the pot.

But at this moment, his expression was slightly dazed.

Because a real spice tornado suddenly blew up in the hall.

So strong, yet so warm.

and many more!

What's going on with that feeling of speeding heartbeat?

Xingping Chuangzhen propped one hand on the kitchen counter and put one hand on his heart. His pupils suddenly expanded because of surprise.