Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Li Han was frightened, and the fist that he had just raised his hand to shake hard froze in the air.

Damn it!

Close your eyes, then open your eyes.

In the field of vision, there is still a green bamboo boat.

At this time, the No. 1 cooking table in Li Han's eyes was filled with clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

The steamed buns in several large steamers were unloaded by Zhu Qing and Xia Yu, and placed one by one in a bamboo boat that lay across the kitchen counter. So the freshly baked buns radiated the heat, and the mist overlapped.

Wow!Wow!

For no reason, I heard the faint sound of water.

The wind is high and the waves are rough.

A scribe wearing a lun towel stood at the bow of the ship, holding a golden ritual, and the table in front of him was filled with steaming buns.

On the deck, the banners were like forests, the generals and soldiers bowed their heads slightly, their expressions were all pity, obviously they were mourning the heroes who died in battle.

"Sergeant, rest in peace..."

Long groan faintly.

At the same time, standing next to the scribe, a chef wearing a cloth, holding a dragon emblem in his hand, raised his eyes and looked at here.

Li Han's body shook. He seemed to be standing on a warship riding the wind and waves. His head was dizzy. He leaned back and slammed his butt against the hot Chinese iron pot.

The heat burned his buttocks, Li Han jumped up violently, and woke up from the illusion.

"what!"

He slapped his buttocks, and I didn't know whether it was because of shock or being burnt, but at this time, no one paid any attention to the embarrassed Young Master Li.

Everyone is attracted by counter No. 1.

"Huh? Use bamboo boats to load buns?"

Nagiri Senzaemon opened his eyes.

"So that's it!" Sage Carl nodded, "I said that in the finals, why did you invite craftsmen? It turned out to be a live craftsman! It's interesting, let's take a look!"

Among the three dragon giants present, Yan Qi had the most exaggerated expression, as if he had witnessed an incredible event.

"Bamboo boat and... steamed buns?!"

On the mountain platform of Yuanyue's "Red Leaf Hunting Tournament", Xingping Chuangzhen pointed to the looming snacks on the TV screen, and shouted in silence.

Wow...

Many Chinese chefs stood up at the guest table.

"This, this is!"

"White, black, blue, red, four-colored buns, how did I think of a terrible legend!" There was a chef with sweat on his forehead.

Not to mention the dull guests, in the corner of the audience, Qi Nan, the manager of the Dan Fei Building, and Shen He, the chef, started a discussion.

"Chu Shen, are you sure?" Qi Nan gasped.

Shen He was shocked and said: "Very sure! This is another ancient recipe in the field of noodles, and it is of the supreme level. The method is far more complicated than "Golden Open Smile"!"

After all, in the glorious generations of the Chinese food industry a hundred years ago, many stories have been passed down to modern times by word of mouth.

Chinese chefs have heard of "Golden Open Smile", and naturally they have also heard of the supreme recipe representing the mystery of Bai Luo Family's pasta.

"It's "Four Gods Seafood Babao Town Soul Steamed Buns"!"

"It's also called-the soul-suppressing bag!"

Finally, there is a giant Lin, who has solved the mystery in one word.

Yu Hong, a giant Lin giant led by Longzhen Restaurant, murmured.

"Soul Soul Pack! That's right!"

For the seats in the eight-sided building, the two giants Yan Mo and Hongyi were dumbfounded.

"I understand!" The little fairy Wu Yingying suddenly shouted, "No wonder he made a special trip to ask the mystery of the "Yin Yang and Five Elements" a few days ago. It turned out to be an ancient recipe that was intended to completely confess the highest mystery of the Luo family!"

Far away in the humble restaurant in Shudi, Mr. Xia, who was watching the live broadcast of the finals with relish, also stood up in shock. The long wooden stool fell over. He ignored him, staring straight at the TV, and read the four-color buns on the front. Ancient Chinese characters:

"White Tiger!"

"Suzaku!"

"Blue Dragon!"

"Xuanwu!"

Another voice echoed with Mr. Xia:

"Four spirits, four sacred beasts, suppress the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest... to achieve a balance in the dark!" The Baiyulou in Ouchi, headed by dragon heads, is stupid regardless of the level of cooking skills, men, women and children.

"Is this, is this true? There is a chef who has restored something in the legend!" There was even a female disciple covering her mouth, her eyes quickly filled with excitement tears.

Anyone who has seen it from a young age has heard of the legendary recipes with cocoons in their ears, and turned them into concrete and real dishes that are visible to the eyes. It is estimated that they will be extremely excited when they are alive in front of their eyes——

Through time and space!

Not to mention the off-site response.

On the field.

"What's this smell!"

"It has captured me!"

The buns came out of the cage, placed on the bamboo boat, and the taste drifted out. The five mysterious judges immediately lost their souls. They moved forward mechanically as if they had been subjected to fascinating spells, and gathered at table 1.

Xia Yu and Zhu Qing, one left and one right, separated the two sides of the bamboo boat to welcome this special group of diners.

"Would you like to taste it?" Xia Yu asked with a smile.

"Why!" Nu Liang didn't answer, but asked in a low voice suspiciously, "These buns seem to have a mysterious power attracting us!"

"Yes! I can't control my unicorn arm!" The red-haired judge laughed lowly, his fists clenched tightly under his sleeves, and the veins were squirming like small bugs, obviously trying to endure something.

"You guys don't want this expression!"

Xia Yu was frightened by the expressions of these guys. It was precisely because he knew their details that he was nervous, and said hurriedly: "Is the appetite that I want to eat turbulent? Then try it quickly, don't fudge!"

"Taste it, and you can calm down!" He added slyly.

"Is it?"

"I hope you are not talking nonsense, I hate the feeling that you are about to lose control! It's been a long time!" The red-haired judge barked his teeth, with a fierce light in his eyes, snorted, reached out and grabbed one directly from the bamboo boat. Hot buns.

This steamed bun is a "Suzaku steamed bun" with a red skin and the sweet flavor of vegetables in the mouth.

Puff!

Without extra observation, opening his mouth is just a bite, and the juice shot suddenly.

The hand froze in front of his mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Regardless of the skin, the seafood filling inside the bun is enough to fill the mouth and satisfy.

The dough is incredibly soft.

The fillings are simmered and boiled, and the umami flavor forms a huge melody that hits the head.

The rhythm of the wind and clouds began, the red-haired judge swallowed several big buns in just one minute, and the audience was amazed by the speed.

Seeing the judge tasted the four-color steamed buns in one breath, the overeating was far from stopping, Xia Yu hurriedly stopped.

The hand was clasped.

Ok?

The red-haired judge woke up with a shake of his head, and Xia Yu let go in time. This hot-tempered judge was unexpected but not angry. On the contrary, the expression on his face was extremely calm. The previous eyes with implied anger were as calm and deep as Gutan. quiet.

The breath of a Taoist monk!

Taking a step back, the red-haired judge bowed ninety degrees, "It's rude!"

The etiquette is very good.

After speaking, he returned to upright, standing like loose, and fell silent.

What's the situation?