Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

The black earthenware pot is enlarged on the broadcast screen as a close-up.

The stadium was silent for an instant.

The scene of Yuanyue’s "Red Leaf Hunting Conference" was also silent, and the wind began to blow through the seasons, bringing a lot of red leaves.

The atmosphere is a bit cold, so that there are signs of cold spots.

"Da da da……"

Chiyo Aichi hurriedly trot to the No. 1 counter. As a hostess and field controller, she naturally had to grasp the atmosphere of the scene. If she was cold, she would be dereliction of duty.Not panting, handed a microphone to Xia Yu, who was unloading the kitchen utensils. She bit her lip and asked, "Chef Xia, can you briefly introduce your tools?"

They are all old acquaintances, but Chiyo Aichi still looks nervous.

The atmosphere of the finals was too suffocating. She couldn't stop sweating when she handed out the microphone. Therefore, Chiyo Aichi really admires Xia Yu, who is calm and calm in organizing kitchenware and cooking tables, but much older than her.

"Introducing the tool?"

Xia Yu was stunned, then smiled slightly and grabbed the sheathed broken saber, "This knife, everyone should be familiar with it. I usually use it to process aquatic ingredients."

"As for this..."

His hand stretched out to the dark clay pot on the side of the box.

Then, the hostess was a little dazed, she was stuffed with a clay pot in her arms, and only listened to the boy telling her: "You smell it."

"smell?"

Carefully, putting the fragile clay pot back to the cooking table, Chiyo Aichi opened the lid. In a short time, her entire face was frozen, but her shoulders stretched desperately, and she was about to fly with her wings spread. Enchanted gesture.

Not long after, the hostess woke up and suddenly made a big blush.

The lid of the clay pot was closed, she reluctantly looked away, and took a breath at the zoomed camera equipment: "Noodles!"

"surface?!"

The stadium echoed the word.

"The jar... seems to contain a kind of noodles. I smell a strong fermented taste." The hostess frowned slightly.

Suddenly, many professional chefs who are accomplished in the field of pastry flashed in their minds.

No. 2 counter.

Li Han turned his head to look at Lan Chuhan, then lowered his head and asked, "Chu Lan, isn't it an old face?"

"Well, Shiyou ** is flour fat, otherwise it doesn't make much sense to prepare the dough in advance." Lan Chuhan's expression was faint, but she glanced over Xia Yu's knife and looked at the black clay pot.

A kitchen blade specially used for processing aquatic products and a jar for storing noodle fertilizer...

There was a lot of noise a few days before the contact. When there was news about the Nijo Fish Market, Lan Chuhan whispered to himself: "Seafood noodles? Seafood dumplings?... Well, it is also possible to cook wheat and steamed buns! There are too many pasta! "

"All right!"

At this time, Shinichiro Furukawa, who acted as the emcee, took the stage, stood next to the golden gong rack, personally held a stick wrapped in red cloth, and sounded: "In 15 minutes, the cooking session has officially started. Now call the logistics department staff. , Carry the ingredients prepared by the contestants onto the stage!"

Three moving teams took the stage, and each team had something weird to say.

The first team brought a large freezer by car, and the sound of the car crossing the stadium was heard.

"Can I have a look?"

When the freezer was moved down and placed, another female host Yuki Watanabe approached and asked.

"no problem!"

Tang Yuqiong nodded readily, and took a step forward, as if opening the door, slamming open the freezer door, and an iceberg inside was exposed to the camera, making the stadium silent again.

Before the audience could digest, there was a sound of ducks.

In the second work team, a live duck with tied feet was in his arms. These ducks were still very energetic and croaking.

"Earth, earth duck?"

A large crowd of petrified audiences.

"What's in those bags?" Professionals are watching the duck transport workers. On a large cart, a few bags of materials are stacked on a large scale.

Moreover, the second cart came immediately, unloading five large jars of wine to the No. 2 cooking table where Li Han and Lan Chuhan were.

These wines are packed in vermillion-glazed ceramic jars with red string wrapped around the seal, and a piece of red paper is pasted on the front of the jar, which reads in square Chinese characters:

Luzhou Laojiao.

Not to mention this eye-catching hard advertisement, the combination of ingredients at the No. 2 cooking table not only confuses the general audience, but a group of professionals in the guest seats are also whispering and discussing with others.

"Tuduck, what is the combination of Laojiao wine? Drunk duck?"

Sage Karl of IGo, talking to himself.

"Lord Yan, you have mastered the recipes for these three combinations?" Nakiri Senzaemon turned his head slightly and asked Yan Qi on the right side.

Yan Qi is the owner of the eight-faced building. The name of the landlord is a special name for people in the industry. From the details of the name of the general manager, you can know that Xianzuoweimen has dealt with Yan Qi. I am afraid that he went to the mainland when he was young. Experienced.

"Hard to say!"

Hearing this, Yan Qi shook his head and said: "The No. 1 cooking station is mainly prepared for old noodles. There have been white cases in the pastry field since ancient times. It is complicated and vast!"

"And No. 2 counter..."

He raised his finger.

"Are you aware of the stacked bags on the second cart? Looking at the amount of preparation, it must be a material that will be seriously consumed. I am afraid that the key to solving the puzzle is here!" The tone was determined.

Carl and Senzaemon immediately noticed, and became curious about the colorless and unlabeled bags:

what is this?

"Sure enough, well prepared!"

"It deserves to be the final!"

A group of students were also whispering to each other on the mountain platform of Yuanyue's "Red Leaf Hunting Conference."

"Maki, do you know what the wooden box next to Lecturer Xia is?" Xing Ping Chuang scratched his head in an anxious manner, and finally couldn't help asking the black-haired girl sitting in the first place, "I'm sure there are ingredients hidden in the box! "

"wooden box!"

The discussion sound disappeared, and the students stared at the wooden box with embossment in the picture, and they were very curious.

"clang!"

At this time, there was a clear golden gong on the TV.

"The decisive battle of swords with the theme of "receiving and ferrying" officially begins, and the cooking ends in 2 hours. Please hurry up and devote yourself to a classic cooking showdown!"Furukawa Shinichiro, who wears a kimono, said.

"Start--"

Snapped!

Zhu Qing gave an encouraging look and raised her white palm. Xia Yu also raised her hand and clapped her with a high-five, with a quiet look in her eyes, "Just follow the division of labor in the past few days!"

"I know!"

Nodding lightly, Zhu Qing turned her back and lifted a small and small vegetable basket on the floor.

Carrots, cut into pieces.

Spinach, cut into sections in bunches.

Zhu Qing's cooking style is as straightforward and crisp as her temper. She moved two more presses, mixed in a little water, and made carrots and spinach into green and vermilion vegetable juices.

After that, clean the machine and mix black sesame seeds with water to make a thicker black sesame paste.

On the other hand, Xia Yu took up a small bag of her own flour, poured it on the kitchen counter that had just been carefully cleaned, and immediately started the fire, put a small pot on the stove top to boil it, and stopped the fire when the water was slightly warm.

"Crack!"

Then, uncovering the lid and reaching into the dark clay pot, Xia Yu grabbed a small group of soft but hard "old noodles."

The lens zoomed in to focus on what was in his hand.

Huh.

Nagiri Senzaemon's pupils shrank suddenly, and he inhaled: "That was just..."

He directly looked at counter No. 1 which was relatively close, instead of the broadcast screen above the stadium.

It's not an illusion. When the "old face" comes out, he has a dazzling brilliance.

But this light was just a moment of Fanghua. The audience watching the screen must have thought it was the lighting effect of the stadium. They didn't pay much attention. Only a group of professionals in the guest seat looked wrong, with surprise in their eyes.