Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

The aroma, like the substance, continuously escapes from the basin on the kitchen counter.

The white breath, like a dense cobweb, spread from the top of the young chef's head, and soon enveloped the entire venue.

The audience was very cooperative and lost their souls one by one.

From Bernard's perspective, this is simply a large-scale charm spell, incredible.

"Ok?!"

A scent of fragrance happened to pass through the end of his nose. Bernard accidentally sniffed, and the whole person was stunned. His voice trembled and muttered: "Why the smell of blood sausage... is so strange?"

He couldn't help taking a breath, and his body became lighter.

This high-achieving student of the French restaurant, bowed his head, his shoulders trembled, obviously suppressing something.

The guest seat, a solemn atmosphere.

"A familiar spice match!"

Yu Hong, the leader of the Yangquan Restaurant participating team, had already left the chair and stood up.

Just smelling the smell, Chef Lin could faintly feel that a door was loosening, banging, banging, and the ancient bronze door kept trembling. This sound echoed in his heart, attracted Yu Hong, and made him have a long-lost exploration. desire.

"Master Yu, Master Yu..."

The call of the disciple next to him made Chef Lin regained his senses. He laughed, shook his head and sat down, and whispered regretfully: "If I were a judge, I would have good food. What a pity, what a pity!"

"There are still 20 minutes before the end!"

Chiyo Aichi’s reminder finally broke the weird atmosphere on site.

Time is tight.

Xia Yu had washed her hands, touched the blood sausage, tested the temperature, and absorbed the remaining water with kitchen paper, then turned on the fire, set the pan, greased it, and simply fry it before serving.

A fried blood sausage is laid out first, and another unfried blood sausage is chopped into neat slices with a knife and placed along the plate.

Finally, adjust a dish of garlic sauce.

Just peel the garlic and mince it, add some vinegar and soy sauce to serve it.

"The cooking is complete!"

When Xia Yu put the lid on and was about to serve, the system suddenly prompted:

"The cooking is 95% complete."

"The new recipe has been recorded, please name it."

He doesn't have time to deal with the system now, and there is time for naming to wait for him to win.Xia Yu cast a glance at the opposite side of the stage when he finished the reel, and then was slightly surprised.

Click.

With no expression on his face, Bernard turned on the oven and took out a plate of 5 baked apples.

Put 5 apples on different dinner plates, so Bernard's cooking is also completed, the two eyes meet across the stage, and each other can clearly see the look in each other's eyes.

"clang--"

The golden gong rang, and the last second happened to pass by.

The judging table placed two different plates of black blood sausage at the same time. One plate was served by Bernard. There were freshly baked apples. The fruit flavor escaped, and it had a light wine aroma, which was appetizing. .

The other is Xia Yu's. There is no roasted apples, only blood sausage, but one is fried and the other is boiled and sliced.

The lens gives a long close-up of the dishes.

Bernard looked ugly.

He is afraid of contrast in everything. His presentation is already exquisite. The sauce is drizzled on the sauteed blood sausage and roasted apples. The color is bright. The lens looks like a carefully repaired picture of food. The audience is amazed. sound.

However, the next moment, the camera moved to the next plate, Xia Yu smiled slightly and opened the lid!

"Wow—"

Dead still.

Don't look directly at the sudden bright light, and the five judges were dumbfounded.

After two seconds, the light dissipated, and the blood sausage on the plate, just like the'blood of a cow, pig and bird' at the beginning, shimmered with a mysterious luster, red, like uncooked, but raging out. Luzhou, tell the judges and the audience that this dish has been completed.

Bernard's plate, in contrast with the "color" of such a visually striking food, immediately fell into the world.

"The shape and color are all blown up!"

This is the voice of the audience.

Nagiri Erina didn't know when to put down her overlapping legs, sat up straight, and didn't bite her nails in a irritable look. Her eyes were blurred and staring at the screen above the stadium, clearly writing in her eyes. Longing:

"His food is still so beautiful!" Erina said in a low voice, her mood suddenly calmed down. After meeting her father, her uneasy heart, after seeing her familiar cooking style, took root inexplicably.

Perhaps, he can really beat his father.

Erina actually wanted to completely wipe out the shadow that her father had imposed on her, but she couldn't do it herself.

"cough!"

The staff handed over the microphone, Xia Yu coughed into the microphone, glanced at Bernard blankly, and said, "I'll start with the evaluation of my dishes, right?"

Bernard gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you come first!"

Xia Yu turned her head and met the eyes of the five judges.

"Everyone, please use—"

He says.

The second-to-last female judge with long linseed wavy hair stared at him badly, and said every word: "Xia Yu contestant, I don't agree with your dishes! Let alone your cooking skills!"

In front of her there was a personal nameplate: the famous gourmet, Melissa.

Venue fryer.

The audience never expected that the first sentence of the review would be so merciless.

Behind, Bernard clenched his fists and looked excited: "I haven't lost yet!"

Xia Yu just frowned slightly, "Why?"

"Because, you don't have anything of your own!" Melissa showed disdain on her face, and she ridiculed her words mercilessly. "I heard that you are the youngest and most talented super chef on the neon side, but, Why don’t you come up with your own recipes? Imitation? Ha ha, on the stage of such an international competition, you are really bold. No judges will approve of imitated works. The more serious situation now is that I deeply doubt that you are How to pass the special assessment..."

Melissa successfully brought the rhythm, and the scene immediately echoed.

"Yes, imitation is inherently wrong! It is said that in the Kitchenware Competition, such a disqualified chef is not allowed!"

"Get down!"

An angry shout.

Xia Yu put a smile away, and glanced at the place with the loudest voice, and saw that it was the waiting area of ​​the French Academy.

However, it is not the members of the participating team that are yelling, but a group of students who are accompanying the team. It is estimated that they have come to observe the study and travel, and they are filled with indignation.

"I said, don't talk nonsense, you are the judge, try it first!" Xia Yu said to the sharp-spoken female judge.

"Try it?"

"Ah!"

Melissa fell back with her arms folded and leaned back in the chair, coldly raising her face and nose to him, "I, no, eat!"

Blue veins on his forehead burst.

Day!

Before everyone had reacted, Xia Yu went straight across the judging seat, stood beside Melissa’s chair, picked up a small silver fork, and forked two slices of boiled blood sausage, "Come, eat. Right!"

He lowered his face and said, handing the fork to the mouth of the female judge.

"Don't eat!"

"eat!"

"No!"

"You'll know after eating!"

This hilarious scene is really not in line with the atmosphere of the international competition, making the audience laugh, and soon it is full of laughter.

But then, people's eyes fell to the ground in shock.

The funny scene did not continue, Melissa suddenly let go and swallowed the blood sausage on the fork.

The color of anger and irritation disappeared on her beautiful face after devouring food and chewing a little bit. The famous porn star and gourmet, his eyes sprayed with a thick surprise and greed, "Eat, eat!"

Before Xia Yu could speak, she grabbed the fork, immersed her head on the plate, gobbled it up, and became a gluttonous person.

The other four reviewers looked at each other.

"Everyone, please taste—"

Xia Yu retreated, returned to the original position, and bowed slightly.

Hesitating, the four reviewers tried to eat one after another, and this is the real tasting link.