Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Two days before the countdown to the "School Festival", when propaganda campaigns were overwhelming online and offline, forming a full range of coverage, the kitchen in the Jixingliao dormitory was a cloud of gloom.

"No, no more!"

Tian Suohui poured cold water into her mouth, and the burning sensation in her mouth and body was slightly relieved.

She looked scared and looked at the plates of Mapo tofu on the table in front of her.

"Still not working!"

Xingping Chuang really put his chin on his hands and entangled his eyebrows. He also ate a spoonful of mapo tofu, and muttered vaguely as he chewed: "It's very spicy, but this "spicy" is the same as I tasted at the Chinese Cooking Research Association. Too much difference!"

boom!

"hateful!"

With both hands on the table, Xingping Chuangzhen has practiced, failed, and practiced for several days in a continuous cycle. Even the big heart will inevitably have a tendency to explode. "Why, it is called "spicy", but the taste is a heaven and an underground. Well, lacking the depth of captive hearts!"

"Because..." Tian Suohui said cautiously, "For a long time, my senior has mastered the ultimate key!"

"Xingping-san!"

She plucked up the courage: "Let's change our minds. In the "spicy" duel, there is no hope of winning at all!Can't head iron!"

"No way!"

Xingping Chuangzhen swept away his decay, with a flame of fighting spirit burning in his eyes, "It's not time to give up lightly!"

After all, he turned around to prepare the ingredients.

Cut green peppers, sliced ​​meat, and soon serve twice-cooked pork and green pepper shreds.

"It really doesn't work!"

Tian Suohui ate two mouthfuls and burst into tears. She pointed to her swollen lips and started crying: "If I eat more, I can't recover the day after tomorrow. How can I entertain guests at the school festival!"

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Xingping Chuang really opened her mouth, bowed her head and sighed, and untied her apron.

Jixingliao dormitory is much quieter than usual.

Issehui led the rest of the friends to set up the pavement, busy from morning till night.

Even the air in the kitchen is full of annoying spicy flavor. Xingping Chuangzhen came out, breathing in the fresh air, and rarely stretched his waist: "Xiaohui may be right, it's time to change her mind!"

Standing at the entrance of the lobby, sweep towards the courtyard of Jixingliao.

Outside the tables and chairs under the shade of the trees, there was a young girl sitting there quietly, with a small tray in front of him, a few plates of homemade exquisite desserts, and a cup of afternoon tea.

The girl was looking at something with her mobile phone, with relish, her eyes lost from time to time as if she was immersed in her own world thinking.

Upon seeing this, Xingping Chuangzhen said hello:

"Morita, don't you go to the shop construction site in Chuo Ward to help?"

When I was disturbed, the girl didn't get annoyed. She raised her head and smiled and said, "Isshiki senior gave me a good rest. He said that in two days I might be too busy to stop, so I can recharge my energy."

Xingping Chuang Zhen was startled, then smiled bitterly.

"Yes!"

He added complicatedly in his heart: "No wonder Isshiki's seniors rely heavily on it. With Morita's reputation for winning the first prize in the autumn, many guests outside the school will visit the Jixingliao shop for her reputation."

After all, it’s not a dragon and a pig’s feet, Xingping Chuangzhen’s ability to regulate emotions is abnormal, and immediately put on a sunny smile:

"What are you looking at?"

He leaned close to the table and immediately yelled, "Comic?"

Even if there are no entertainment cells, not listening to music, not playing games, not watching animations, and focusing entirely on honing the cooking skills, they are attracted by the magnified color-page comics on the phone screen.

It just so happened that Maki Morita's white fingers turned to the last page, and a prompt popped up like this:

"No more."

"Ah, I'm finished reading it again, urging more urging!" Morita Maki muttered.

"let me see!"

Xingping Chuangzhen suddenly became interested.

Because this is a color-page gourmet manga, and the serial plot is reaching its brilliance. The juvenile presents an exclusive dish to the discerning guests. It is a strong spicy dish decorated with bright red like flames!

Chinese cuisine!

Morita Maki didn't give him the phone, but just gave him an online reading address, "You can see for yourself."

After speaking, sip tea with snacks, squinting his eyes comfortably.

She is observing Xingping Chuangzhen.

For a long while.

"How?" Maki asked in a low voice.

Xingping Chuangzhen was still dumbfounded, staring at the full-color cartoons posted on his personal Twitter by the unknown author, and muttered to himself: "...Shu people are not afraid of spicy food, Hunan people are not afraid of spicy food, Qian people are afraid of spicy food, it turns out People in these areas of China are so in pursuit of the ultimate pungency, it's not just the Shu people who have the habit of eating spicy food!"

He looked down.

The hump-backed old customer tasted a kind of red oil dumplings with chopsticks, and immediately he was ascending to heaven.

This is the inner monologue of the chef and operator of the small shop:

"Sure enough, addicted!"

The protagonist with a fresh and realistic style, with a clear eyebrow, clenched his fist and said: "Taste is physiologically defined as sweetness, bitterness, sourness, saltiness and deliciousness. Therefore, "spicy" is not considered physiologically. Taste, taste, strictly speaking-pain!"

"The pungent taste is different from the organs that can sense taste. This kind of thing that is out of the physiological system is actually captured by the vanilla-based receptors..."

"To be more precise, chili contains something called capsaicin, which bypasses the tongue and combines with the vanillin of the neurons in the human body to produce a burning sensation, thus forming a spicy taste!"

"As for the reason for the addiction..."

Xingping Chuangzhen's eyes widened and looked down, and couldn't help uttering: "A strong spicy taste stimulates the brain, allowing the brain to release adrenaline and endorphins. This is the so-called addiction to strong spicy food!"

"So it is!"

The unnamed author, with the voice of the protagonist, conveys very professional cooking knowledge.Xingping Chuangzhen watched it back and forth more than a dozen times, and realized every time he saw it, "I didn't expect spicy dishes to be such a tangled dish!"

Xingping Chuangzhen, who lacks basic theoretical knowledge, seemed to have taken a lesson about strong spicy food, and his heart was full of heavy harvest joy.

So professional!

This is Koping's strong impression of the content of the manga.

Suddenly, for the first time, Xingping feels fond of things other than cooking.

"And these red oil dumplings, Chinese cuisine..."

Look down again, and then look up again after a while, Xingping Chuangzhen's eyes are full of eagerness to try, "It's so detailed! You can try to restore it! My school festival menu may not be able to add this recipe!"

He turned around and strode into the room.

Morita Maki watched him disappear, looking up at the corner of his eyes slightly, showing a fox-like smile.

"Sure enough, another new reader has joined!"

There was a smile from the heart in the girl's eyes.

Maki seems to know the little anonymous author who has followed dozens of people on Twitter.

"Renew! Renew!"

Send a short message.

The comics have just started serialization a few days ago, updated every day, the theme is a small fresh style with small fresh content, there is no fighting and killing, the set is simple, the scene is simple, only the protagonist inherits the daily small shop interacting with various diners The story is not only warm, but also baptized with professional cooking knowledge.

At least, Maki thinks it looks good, and her heart is also inspired by a series of cooking close-ups, which stimulates a strong urge to practice.

Is this really a little work for practicing?