Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

No. 2 counter.

Li Han and Lan Chuhan have completed the slaughter of 5 native ducks.

The duck, naked and visceral, was placed on the kitchen counter, glowing slightly.

The key is not the duck. Xia Yu looked at him and saw Li Han, sweating profusely, carrying five large Chinese iron pots.

"Such a big pot, 5 people moved all at once... What are they going to do?!"

Xia Yu couldn't help but mutter.

Look at the 8 small casserole in front of me.

Well, the momentum has been completely compared!

Of course, momentum is a joke. In the finals, there can be no useless ingredients and kitchenware.Xia Yu watched carefully and saw Li Han put five iron pots on the simple stove one by one, like an array in front of him.

"Lan Chu!"

Li Han turned around and shouted.

"Come and help!" Lan Chuhan whispered and pointed to the white bag stacked beside the kitchen counter.

What is this?

Xia Yu's eyes widened before he noticed these bags. "It's definitely not flour. How heavy are six or seven bags of flour? I don't know how many servings of food can be made!"

But in addition to the relatively large amount of flour, Xia Yu broke his head and thought, it was hard to think of what kind of materials would have to be prepared so much.

Li Han answered him with practical actions.

"Wow—"

Tear open the mouth of the bag, pour it, and the white granules gushing out in a flash filled a large basin.

Li Han continued to carry the bag, while Lan Chuhan calmly injected a viscous and translucent liquid into the basin. This was recognized by the professionals, and the stadium was full of gasps:

"salt……?"

"So much salt, mixed with egg white?"

The guests had a messy and hell-like expression.

But Xia Yu's heart shook, and her hair stood up. There seemed to be an electric light in her head, and her chaotic thoughts became clear.

"Definitely that kind of dish...that recipe!"

The sense of sight is too strong.

Thinking of Lan Chuhan's surname and the inheritance represented by this surname, Xia Yu was absolutely sure.

really.

Next, the procedures of Li Han and Lan Chuhan gradually overlapped with the memory images in Xia Yu's head.

Mix salt and egg whites and knead them into clumps.

The bare soil duck does not need to be marinated, and no extra seasonings are used to apply it. The two of them use salt clumps, like building a wall, bit by bit, to completely seal the soil duck inside.

As a result, there are five round things on the No. 2 cooking table.

A fragrance of taro, which escapes the audience.

The big Chinese iron pot is piled up with taro filaments, and the earth duck, which is tightly wrapped in a ball of salt, is placed on the filaments. This scene falls on the lens, and there is a strong sense of the picture.

On the mountain platform of Yuanyue's "Red Leaf Hunting Conference", Tian Suohui covered her mouth and said, "...How come it is like building a nest with a white dome?"

A group of students nodded in agreement.

"Yes indeed!"

"The duck is wrapped in salt into a dome!"

Alice's eyes widened.

Morita Maki, who was in the first place in the first-year row, had no smile on his face, and his slender hands were entangled in a ball on the short table, and sweat was clearly visible on the desktop.She was tense inside.

"The momentum is so strong! The dishes of this combination are by no means ordinary..."

Xingping Chuangzhen's face was solemn.

"I always feel that this championship is not easy to win!"

"nonsense!"

Takumi, an Italian young man at the next table, glanced at him, then stared at the TV, unconsciously, in a voice full of little fans, waved his fist and said, "But I firmly believe that Lecturer Xia is the ultimate winner!"

"Ha, Takumi, are you completely succumbing to Lecturer Xia?"

"This is an admiration for the strong!"

"What about me?" Xingping Chuangzhen said haha.

"Go away! Waiting for my next challenge, soon!" Takumi hummed.

Opposite one year old.

The nine seats of "Far Moon Ten Outstanding" still pay attention to the TV screen.

"boom--"

Suddenly, the picture was occupied by the spreading flame.

The pupils of Isshiki Hui, Si Yingshi and others shrank sharply, staring at the five Chinese iron pots looming in the fire.

Lan Chuhan had already retreated outside the circle of fire, and the faint figure in the sea of ​​fire was naturally Young Master Li who also mastered [Blast Flame] and other flame cooking skills.

The wine is overflowing.

One altar after altar of Luzhou Laojiao was opened and used as fuel for ignition and poured on five Chinese iron pots. As a result, the wine caused a raging fire.

Xiao Huangmao in the eighth seat, Jiu I Zhaoji, clenched a fist, and said unhappy: "This guy, it's starting again!"

"Yes!"

Kobayashi's gentian shows its sharp little tiger teeth.

Li Han's flame cooking skills, they have seen the first stage of the competition, and they are deeply impressed.

Looking at the flames that swept the stadium, Jiu Wo Teruki, Kobayashi Gentiana and others were in a subtle and complicated mood. It seemed that there was a kind of anger of territory being violated. Such flame cooking skills should belong to the "flame magician" of Tomotsu. Yes indeed.

Unconsciously, Xia Yu's [Blasting Flame] has already imprinted a personal brand on the minds of these students.

"Huh, it's really hot!"

The angle of view returned to the arena, Tang Yuqiong retracted his gaze from the No. 2 cooking counter that caught fire.

"Elder Tang, let's start too!" she said.

Tang Shan retracted a carving knife with deep eyes, nodded, Tang Yuqiong saw it, stretched out his hand on the big iceberg in front of him, and tapped it lightly.

Wow!

Great avalanche!

Like the Xia Yu carvings in the past, the fine ice particles splashed in all directions. When the movement stopped, the iceberg became more rough and simple. However, unlike before, the Dufeng mountain was divided into five peaks. It looks like five fingers erected. The middle finger is the longest and the steepest, and the thumb is the thickest but the most stable.

The lens swept over, the iceberg was shining, and the inside did not seem to be completely frozen, with a strange flow.

The audience did not expect Tangshan to be a master of ice sculpture, even Xia Yu was surprised.

"It's not working!"

Casting his gaze at the Five Finger Peak on the No. 3 cooking station, Xia Yu bounced out such a word inexplicably in his heart.

Shen Yun!

Being able to touch this word, the ice sculpture cooking works will shock the viewers' hearts, and it is enough to explain the skill of Tangshan.

But obviously, carving is only the first step in Tangshan and Tang Yuqiong's cooking works.

Xia Yu calmed his heartbeat, and turned his gaze back to look at the row of casseroles in front of him. He was afraid that he would start to doubt life.

After half an hour.

"All right!"

He quickly turned off the flame valves of the eight stoves.

Zhu Qing followed him and violently pulled the wet cloth covering the dough.

Mulu was delighted to see a few balls of fully fermented dough on the countertop. These doughs were several times larger than before. Zhu Qing's fingers stabbed the cyan dough at will, leaving almost deep finger holes, "Very good!"

"The finger hole hasn't retracted! It's completely inflated!"

Involuntarily, the personal kitchen utensils for the queen were revealed again, that is, the pair of silver chopsticks. Zhu Qing used the chopsticks, like a hurricane, like a bean, and moved several times a second, each time a small piece of dough was separated. The efficiency was amazing.

After a while, the four-color dough turned into a pile of evenly-sized noodles.

"You roll the dough, I will pack it!"

Zhu Qing pointed to Xia Yu and his dark pastry stick.

The filling is sufficient and the dough is ready, and the next step is to enclose the filling.

"Zhen Hun Bao" is simple in appearance, but it is retro, and it retains the original appearance of steamed buns. In fact, they are more like steamed buns with stuffing.

Xia Yu and Zhu Qing's foreheads were sweaty, and it was obviously not easy to pack them.

At this time, the stadium has a voice:

"The flame is getting smaller!"

"It's done!"

At the No. 2 cooking station, the overflowing aroma of Laojiao wine gradually dissipated, and the flames were decayed and extinguished as the alcohol ran out.

Da da da……

Footsteps.

Li Han walked out of the 5-burning Chinese iron pot with a gray head and said to Lan Chuhan: "Lan Chuhan, it's almost there!"

The two met at the same place, watching the timer.

"Elder Tang!"

Tang Yuqiong trembled slightly and put down a shiny shovel tool. She seemed to have filled a gap in the Wuzhifeng iceberg. At this time, the iceberg looked like a delicate fish tank at first glance, with shadows inside...

No. 1 counter.

Smoke billowed from the steamer on the boiling pot.

"The fire is here!"

Xia Yu ceased fire.

"But it's still a prop!" He murmured.

"Do you mean that..."

Zhu Qing raised his hand and pointed. At the corner of the stadium, many craftsmen invited by the competition officials were evacuating from the vicinity of a bamboo boat.

Frozen, Xia Yu bends down to thank the craftsmen from a distance.

"Then, serve it--" He smiled softly.

Zhu Qing said with a smile: "It's time to show!"