Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

"Inexplicable!"

Turning back to the kitchen, he seemed to be preparing dishes with his back facing the bar, but in reality, Xia Yu tried to hold back his inner smile, almost laughing out loud.

Decree?

Maybe it was a different time and space, or maybe I didn't personally see the style and appearance of the Chinese world on this plane. In short, Xia Yu really didn't catch a cold on this leading decree.

As he said earlier, the aircraft carrier cannon is much more useful than the decree.

and many more!

However, Xia Yu's eyes are slightly solemn, if he connects with the mysterious and mysterious "qi" of this world, and the existing and gradually expanding group of food tyrant chefs, the so-called gourmet cell owners...

The leader who sits high in the Forbidden City of China definitely has the "strength" to dominate a domain. Is this strength a culinary skill or is it derived from other unknowns?

Xia Yu was curious.

"Fuck it!"

But it was just thinking about it. Xia Yu shrugged, discarded the extra thoughts, and focused only on the fourth dish of the banquet tonight.

After all, I'm going back to China. Not only can the last dinner party not be messed up, but it will be thriving and shocking.

The other end.

At the entrance of the store, Wei Qinglian was quite surprised to see Xia Yu head back to the kitchen.

This young man does not care about her, let alone the dragon head's decree.

The dragon head's decree was rather vague, just a password, and Wei Qinglian, as a living person, at this time, really felt Xia Yu's indifferent attitude towards her.

Being in a high position in the Chinese world, and getting used to being chased by similar young talents and shouting to seniors, Wei Qinglian was stunned for a long time before his eyes showed irritation.

"What an unruly wild boy!"

She couldn't help whispering.

"It's alright!" Zhu Qing shook his hand and drove people away. "Go back and tell that person, without his decree, let's go back to the head office by ourselves?"

"You go quickly!"

After finishing speaking, Zhu Qing also walked back to the bar and sat down, giving Wei Qinglian the back of his head.

After being evicted one after another, Wei Qinglian was at the door, thinking of the task of the leader, and then secretly annoyed by Zhu Qing and Xia Yu's attitude. Now, neither leaving nor staying, the situation is quite embarrassing.

Three Chinese chefs confronted each other in Chinese, and only a few of the people in the store figured out the situation.

This table in Jixingliao.

"Who is this woman?" Yoshino Yuuhime said angrily, "It seems to be looking for trouble!"

When Tian Suohui heard her deliberately amplify her voice, she was so frightened that she hurriedly covered her partner's mouth, her face paled: "Yu Ji-chan, you can't say that. This lady may understand, let's not fan the flames!"

"By the way, what's the matter with the bandage on her hand?" Ryoko Sakura wondered.

The most educated Marui Zenji pushed black-rimmed glasses, and there was a detective inferring light flashing in his eyes, "Her hands are obviously well-trained, very generous, not like women's hands, but unfortunately, without this layer With bandages, you can analyze a lot of things with the palm of your hand..."

"According to that, she looks like she has been practicing sword skills over the years?"

A group of people thought.

For Wei Qinglian, Shijie also launched a discussion.

"Is there such a female chef in the Chinese world?"

"No information!" Eiyama Zhijin also put down his cell phone, "There is no way to find her life history on the Internet."

"It's Wei Qinglian, right? Will she show up in public activities under another identity and name?" Ji Zhiguo Ningning, who can listen and speak Chinese, said with a frown.

Simultaneously.

The heroine general, Dojima Gin and Saiba Joichiro also started the topic.

"Jiichiro, you have been wandering around all these years, do you remember this Chinese female chef?" Dojima Gin asked.

Cai Pau Ichiro held his chin to think for a long time, and shook his head with the same caring look in his son's eyes, "No memory!"

Sage Karl and Nakiri Senzaemon, who were also at the counter, looked at each other.

"like……"

Nageri Senzaemon is also not sure. He has a good memory. About a few years ago, at a large state banquet in China, he heard the name of the giant at the same table. It seemed that he was a state banquet chef. Huh?"

Carl nodded. "It should be."

The two were silent.

The banquet continues.

Xia Yu prepares the fourth dish, and everyone in the store is enjoying a warm grilled paella.

One by one, the foil bags are loosely tied, and the bag openings are opened.

At the table in Pole Star Liao, the friends were blown away by the smell of hot spices. There was saliva on the corner of Yoshino's mouth. She was impatient, took a bowl of spoon, stood up and scooped back a bowl full of seafood rice.

Just about to eat, the gaze from behind made her move froze.

"stare--"

Yoshino Yuuki twisted her body, and muttered in her heart, that strange woman hasn't left yet?

The thought was just a flash, holding the spoon, opening his mouth to swallow the spoonful of hot rice, "stare—"

Another feeling of being stared at.

With resentment or other things in his eyes, Yuuhime Yoshino felt uncomfortable.

Snapped!

The sound of chopsticks thrown on the table.

The dining was affected by the strange sight, and Zhu Qing couldn't bear it most.

"You haven't left yet?" Turning around from the stool, shaking her hand in disgust at the standing woman at the store door, Zhu Qing shouted, "Go fast, don't stand like this and watch others eat!"

Put yourself in it and think about it, at the dinner table, there is a strange woman with a blank expression, no one can eat it, right?

"stare--"

Qing Li's non-emotional sight answered Zhu Qing.

"..."

Zhu Qing's forehead is full of veins, and his heart is almost violent, "I'm staring at you a ghost! What to look at?!"

The abnormal dining situation in the store also fell into Xia Yu's eyes.

Did not eat wildly.

The tin foil bags are all opened, and some guests have scooped back the grilled paella with bowls, but no one moved their chopsticks or spoons to eat a little bit of rice.

"This woman..."

Xia Yu couldn't make the fourth dish anymore, and the corners of her mouth twitched vigorously, "What a human-shaped stink! A banquet spoiler!"

.

At this time, in Xia Yu's surprised gaze, Sage Carl and Senzaemon glanced at each other. Senzaemon raised his hand and knocked on the glass in front of the bar. Xia Yu could only open one window.

"Let her come in." Nakiri Senzaemon said in an unquestionable tone. "After all, she is an imperial chef and should be treated with enough courtesy."

Royal kitchen?

Xia Yu was quite surprised.

"In this era, is there still such an identity as a chef?" He was puzzled.

"I live in Ouchi, the head chef of the state banquet, who is not the royal kitchen?" Instead, Senzaemon looked at him strangely.

Sage Carl also nodded at him: "To treat her courteously is to respect her culinary skills. No matter why she is here, from the perspective of culinary skills, she is worthy of your seat."

Xia Yu shrugged, and the two big men opened their mouths, and there was no resistance in his heart.

This is going downhill with a donkey.

It just so happened that this woman, standing at the door of the store like a stinky egg, severely disrupted the atmosphere of the banquet, and it is already the limit to keep it away. If you rush people, the style of painting may change drastically and stage a realistic version of Street Fighter in Tokyo. .

Again.

To be rough means to completely tear the face and add a deadly enemy.

Even if Xia Yu is fearless, he will inevitably murmur. What's so special, labor and capital really have a mocking face of rivalry in the world?

Zhu Qing's anger was almost gone, and he approached the bar window and whispered: "Ayu, do you remember the old guy's advice?"

"Take care! Be cautious!"

Ok.

Xia Yu, who considers himself sensible, decides to follow good faith.

"You, come in—"

So Wei Qinglian at the store door, seeing the boy in the window of the bar, hooked her finger at her.