Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Boom, boom boom, boom boom boom!

This is the sound of the kitchen knife slashing down, abruptly, the rhythm is very tight, and it is hard to breathe just by listening..

"One shot!"

Xia Yu lightly inhaled and raised his wrist, and the [Jade Broken Knife] also hung in the air.

Puff puff……

The meat on the chopping board burst immediately, and in the amazed and dull gazes of the audience, it automatically split and shredded into pieces of pork of equal size.

It was another familiar dismemberment cooking technique. Before everyone knew it, they listened to the young chef's instructions to the helper:

"Come on, help—"

He pointed to the minced blood-red pork diced on the countertop, and then pointed to another corner, sealed in a bag of silver shiny metal sticks, "Skewer the diced meat, 5 sticks per stick. Pay attention, keep the shape of the diced pork. , The movements are as gentle as possible!"

There are so many people, a whole table of finely minced pork will turn into a bunch of pork in a few minutes.

During this period, Xia Yu found a grilling net and a small oven, and the charcoal fire was moved directly from the large oven. In the end, the grilling tables were spliced ​​together to form a ring, which surrounded Xia Yu.

"Hey hey hey..."

As a result, the pork skewers are densely arranged on the grilling net, almost in close contact with the red charcoal in the stove below.Under such high-temperature grilling, the diced pork on the pork skewers became cooked quickly, and the blood red of the meat gradually faded. The thick meat fragrance seemed to be a fountain spreading in all directions.

"what!"

Zhu Qing, who had just made a bet with Hongyi, was shocked to see this.

"This... didn't you just use the red pot before?"

In Zhu Qing's head, the scene of the young man frying the "jeweled diced pork" in a red pot that day could not help.

Was pitted!

With blue veins on his forehead, Zhu Qing's eyes flashed annoyed, and he had the urge to punch someone, and bit his silver teeth secretly: "The red pot was replaced with this type of skewers cooking on the spot...Where did this kid come from so many ghost ideas? Ah, the bet has only been finalized, and I feel like I am losing!"

Zhu Qing's face changed several times.

"Look--"

Hong Yi said suddenly, staring at the grill.

Ok?

At this time, the giants present also showed the abnormality of the oven fire.

One by one, an unknown fire swelled silently from the ovens. No, the flame seemed to follow the young chef. He moved to which oven to turn the pork skewers on the grill, and which oven had flames.

Obviously the charcoal has been burning red, according to common sense, it should only emit high temperature and not flame.

Of course, another possibility is that the fat oozing out of pork has spontaneously combusted!

"The tail... finally came out!"

There was a trace of excitement in the red eyes.

The others, looking at this scene, looked at each other, a little confused.Probably from the perspective of ordinary people and low-level chefs, I think the oven may be equipped with some ventilated opening, the wind blew into the box, so the flame appeared naturally.

But every customer who sees a little doorway is shocked.

"flame!"

"Why does high-burning charcoal still have flames?"

"He is manipulating the flame?!"

Outside the crowd, the trio of Neon Club, Kamahara, Aoki, and Ryoko are incredible.

"Ryoko, did you see it?" Kamahara and Aoki asked the female chef who was the closest to Lin-level, only half a foot away.

"I don't understand...but..."

Ryoko Lina stared at the young man sideways, "I always have a familiar feeling."

"It seems that I have seen a similar cooking performance in a top chef in the past." She said, and the cooking performance that impressed me again appeared in her mind. The contrast in her heart was to confirm the past and the present. The cooking on the spot, there is an indescribable familiar thing in it.

I thought about it over and over, and finally, Ryoko Rina found that if she insisted on describing it, it would be--

soul!

"The flame... has life and soul!"

Nageri Senzaemon said to himself.

On the side, Yan Mo's pupils suddenly shrank.

If Dojima was there, he would realize that Xia Yu's cooking practice tonight is far more stable and has a controlled aura than the scene he ran into backstage at the stadium that day.The flame at this time is not the tiny string of fire ropes that day, but the dazzling streamer, rolled and shrunk, gently swiping past the densely arranged pork skewers on the grilling net, but it brought more fragrance.

The heat flow escapes from the oven.

A trace of scorching heat surrounds the tip of the nose. Maki and Erina surround the innermost layer. There is a flame reflecting in the pupils. Of course, the center of the flame is the young chef... Somehow, there is a sacred in their heads. The flame hall gradually became clear, and the vast and majestic aura immediately enveloped them, and a sense of worship grew in the hearts of the two women.

"Chang!"

The sound of chains sounded again.

Everyone heard that it was just like waking up from a dream, and saw that Xia Yu brought a flaming pot from the charcoal pile again by pulling the iron cable, and set it on the stove where the cooked pork was fried just now.

"The temperature is not enough!"

Turning to enter the kitchen, and back again, Xia Yu carried the Tiangong bellows, and at the same time said to the male helpers such as Isshiki Hui and Xingping Chuangzhen: "Move charcoal!"

"it is good!"

A group of boys in Jixingliao suddenly moved, two people in a bag.

Soon, Xia Yu bent down, grabbed the bellows lever, and surrounded the guests in the courtyard, holding their breath.

"boom!"

Pull the lever, push it!

This time it was a manic flame, which immediately exploded from the stove. The sound of wind and flames mixed, and the stove was like a blacksmith's hearth furnace, with a rumbling and dull beast roar, which was shocking.

Familiarity!

Relatives, friends, and guests all couldn't help but recall the scene of the teenager cooking "star rice" with a bellows on the arena.At that time, the audience was shocked by the roar of the hearth furnace.

After thinking about it, Xingping Chuangzhen scratched his head and said: "Today is the day after the game, why do you feel that the halberd that featured the classic'Golden Inlaid Jade' has been a long time ago."

No one answered him, they were all watching.

Before, the pork skewers were almost grilled, and the pot of rice was cooked. Xia Yu and the helpers continued to work. Maki, Erina, Tansuo Hui, and Yoshino Yuuhime were helping to remove the skewers and carefully remove them. The diced pork is on a plate.

Boys go to move rice buckets, about two large wooden buckets of hot rice, to be pounded out and put in a big pot, let cool.

A quarter of an hour later.

"All right!"

When the pot is not red but bright yellow, the wind disappears.

Xia Yu let go and carefully observed the red pot on the stovetop with [touch]. After feeling that the temperature of many areas of the pot was similar, he nodded secretly: "The temperature zone is the same, this pot is ready to use!"

"The golden frame bursts into flames and merges with the "qi"..."

He didn't rush to start work, but settled down.

On the field, the Xia family's seven-nation unified fried noodles made him realize the cooking skills of Dzogchen and bring his own food.

After the game, he obtained the magical Qi seed. What he immediately thought of was not that he had become a martial arts master with inner Qi, but that he tried cooking with Qi.

Thinking of the charred piece of puffer whale meat.

I also thought of the kind of unintentional practice, but let the naginata thistle "demonize" not to use fried rice.

Gradually, the chaos in his head was dispersed by the light.

"Should... That's it, right?"

"Wake up, evolve!"

The key seems to be grasped faintly, and Xia Yu has a surprise in his eyes.

"Grease me—"

He drank low, with a hint of urging in his words.

"it is good!"

The animal fats of the cattle, pigs and birds were delivered, and the spatula waved.

"Rice, come!"

Isshiki Hui and Xinghei Shuangzhen each carried the pots that piled up Iiyama.

At this moment, the pillar of fire whizzed up!