Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Xia Yu and Zhu Qing randomly found a place to sit down.

Seeing Xia Yu quietly enjoying Li Han's Chinese fried noodles, Zhu Qing smiled like a cunning fox, and deliberately asked, "Are you not interested in being in the Kirin Pavilion?"

"Liufang later generations, who doesn't want to?"

Xia Yu rolled his eyes and said, "Over the past 100 years, only eleven seniors have won such an achievement. I didn't swell to the point. I thought I would be able to satisfy the appetites of those old monsters when I went out. ."

"Damn!"

Zhu Qing put his chin on and looked at him jokingly, "As you like to make trouble, I don't believe you are not ready to move."

As she said, she suddenly narrowed her smile and looked slightly solemn, "Li Han did not exaggerate the explanation of the Kirin Pavilion, on the contrary, he deliberately downplayed it. Do you know what it means to be successful in the Kirin Pavilion in this world?"

Xia Yu met Zhu Qing's flame-filled eyes, and his heart shook.

"Kirinzi!"

Zhu Qing spit out a cool term.

"This is the nickname and appellation for the famous chef of the contemporary boarding Kirin Pavilion."

She raised her finger to the four walls of this attic hall.

When the lights were on and off, there were a total of eleven portraits of people hanging on the wall. At this time, more and more boats and passengers gathered on the top floor. There were a group of people in black robes staying in front of each portrait, seeming to memorialize the demeanor of the predecessors.

However, what is strange is that Xia Yu found that there seemed to be some taboo force field near the eleventh portrait, and the boat passenger in black robes passed by and speeded up subconsciously.

Don't talk about standing people, depending on the situation, I am afraid of stopping for an extra second.

Xia Yu stared at the portrait in the light.

"Ayu——"

Seeing him suddenly get up and leave the table, Zhu Qing couldn't help but yelled, but the next moment, he found that Xia Yu was walking towards the eleventh portrait of a person on the wall, her pupils contracted and her mouth was speechless.

There is an introduction next to the portrait.

The eleventh Qilinzi is a middle-aged man with strong eyebrows and majesty. Just looking at the portrait gives people a strong sense of oppression.

The character introduction wrote:

"Chen Dingbang, 1970-2007, the eleventh unicorn, the most talented genius in China in the 1980s and 1990s, the best culinary skills of the same generation, the founder of the Chinese system..."

The founder of the food tyrant system!

Seeing this, Xia Yu said in shock: "I roughly know who he is."

"who is it?"

There was an abrupt voice from behind.

"..."

Xia Yu's heartbeat slowed for a while, and turned his head to look at the black-robed man who stopped a step behind him for some time, and his eyebrows twitched: "You don't know how people can scare people to death?"

The black-robed man stands with his hands.

He is about 1.8 meters tall, but his broad coat and robe can hardly cover his burly body.

As he looked up at the portrait of the eleventh Qilinzi, his hood was slightly pulled up, revealing half of his face.

The beard is relatively clean, but some of the remaining scum has been stained with the frosty white of the years. With the strange eyes that seem to penetrate the heart, Xia Yu secretly mumbled, which old monster is this?

"Chen Dingbang!"

The old man suddenly spit out the name of Qilinzi, and the corners of his lips that were originally expressionless were unexpectedly cold.

He seems to be mocking?

Xia Yu's heart was shocked, "Laughing at a unicorn?"

Obviously aware of Xia Yu's gaze, the old man suddenly turned his head and stared at him. Xia Yu and his eyes looked at each other at close range, and the moment they disappeared, he looked away and dared not look directly.

"The heart is higher than the sky, and the fate is thinner than paper!"

The old man said indifferently: "Each generation of Qilinzi has the potential of God of Cooking. This Chen Dingbang, self-destroying his future, it is not a pity!"

After speaking, he left with his hand.

call!

I only felt that the aura in the dark disappeared, Xia Yu recovered, and found that his back was full of cold sweat, "Master Xianzaemon doesn't have such great power, right?"

"Ayu!"

Zhu Qing called him, and wondered the old man who was walking away, "Who is that?"

"An old monster who evaluates this unicorn whose heart is higher than the sky and life is thinner than paper." Xia Yu raised his finger for a portrait.

...

Shortly after.

Where Yan Qi is.

The leader of the dark world received the old man who had just come from Sir Qilin and took the initiative to make tea and pour water.

A few years before the case, the old man had already taken off his hood and was enjoying the tea silently, while Yan Qi was sitting opposite, also silent.

!

Someone knocked on the door of the room.

Hearing the sound, Yan Qi cast an inquiring look at the old man.

"Come in--"

But the old man spoke.

Ka, the door of the room opened, and a cheerful young man opened the bamboo curtain and came in, stopped a few far away from the case, respectfully worshipped, and shouted, "Mr. Yan, respect the teacher!"

Yan Qi looked at the good-looking young man, a strange color appeared in his eyes.

The old man said indifferently: "Feizhou, since Mr. Wei and the others have decided to grant you a Lin-level must-kill recipe, and you have read the recipe, I won't block anything anymore."

Hearing this, Ye Feizhou, who had come all the way to the ground, was worried and said in surprise: "Thank you, Master!"

"but!"

Yu Feng turned.

Ye Feizhou quickly stood up straight.

"With your half-hearted food, you can restore as many recipes as you want. You don't have to force it. I only have one requirement. I want to show my demeanor. It is not ugly, shameless, and faceless to lose, so that it won't be negatively pressured on you. The fifth show of the year was crowned."

The old man looked at his lover slowly and honestly.

Ye Feizhou was stunned.

Isn't it ugly to lose?

Was he looking for the top five show to lose?

how could it be possible!

"Master, I won't lose!" His head was about to explode, his voice was suddenly raised, "I will prove that I am qualified to wear the crown of the first name all the time!"

"Is it?"

The old man's eyes flashed, "Retreat."

Ye Feizhou clenched his fists and retreated to the bamboo curtain step by step not reconciled.

"correct!"

It seemed that it was a whim, and the old man said again, "Feizhou, have you ever had the intention to attack the contemporary?"

Qilinzi!

Ye Feizhou's face was shocked, and he subconsciously replied: "Never before!"

"That's it."

The old man's voice showed a trace of disappointment, and waved to Ye Feizhou, "Get out."

Ye Feizhou closed the door and stood in the corridor of Lou Lin's cabin.

The change of his face is quite wonderful.

"What does the teacher mean? He wants me to enter the Kirin Pavilion and become the twelfth in the past? Can I really? No, now I definitely can't fill the appetites of those old monsters. No, it's not time... …" Ye Feizhou lowered his head.

Ask him to defend the honor of the younger generation of kings, Ye Feizhou is confident.

However, calling him the name of shock, Ye Feizhou really couldn't let go of the burden of the top five show, and took out cooking works to insult those old monsters wantonly.

At least on the face, Ye Feizhou is far inferior to Li Han.

Inside the house.

Yan Qi and the old man continued to have tea.

After drinking many cups of hot tea in a row, the old man suddenly said to Yan Qi: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Leader..."

Yan Qi opened his mouth.

"Ah!"

The old man got up and walked to the bamboo curtain, "Yan Qi, I already know the news from Dongying and the Food Club."

"Do you think that a private halberd can never happen, and the results will be covered to death?"

Yan Qi finally changed.

Facing the bamboo curtain with his back facing Yan Qi, the old man was full of appreciation.

"Frontally defeating the old brand Lin Chu, this result, placed in the younger generation in the Chinese world, is enough to support his throne, and it is stable and unshakable."

Speaking of this, the old man continued to wonder:

"Why cover it? Strange!"

The old man lifted the curtain and left.

Yan Qi's performance was not much better than Xia Yu's. Watching the old man leave, he exhaled, and his back was also wet with cold sweat.

"The forbidden password was issued by the Demon Eater. I don't have the power to silence a group of giants in the Eastern World." Yan Qi shook his head. "Will the Food Fair take the initiative to promote such an ugly halberd?"

It was beyond Yan Qi's expectation that the high-ranking Chinese leader knew this news so quickly.

But so what.

The king, after all, must be elected by fighting each other like worms.

From the beginning, no one had a retreat!