Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

A halberd without cheering and discussion came to the end of the most exciting.

"Patter..."

The old man Xia Qing, holding a clean rag in his hand, kept carrying out the bamboo tubes that had been roasted for a long time from the grilling net.

The bamboo tubes fall on the big plate, like sugarcane, stacked one by one, without any unique arrangement.

A certain bamboo tube was placed on a plate, and it trembles suddenly and makes a pleasant sound. Obviously, the bamboo has been roasted because of too much fire in the past hour, and the surface has begun to bloom with visible cracks.

In this way, all the bamboo tubes of this big market were put on the judging table.

"Everyone, please enjoy—"

Xia Qing said.

Behind the table, the five judges who had already taken off their hoods to show their true faces, all raised their heads slightly to look at the burly Xia Qing, with expressions of indifference or kindness.

Yan Qi is the friendliest of the five, with a smile on his eyes.

The old man Wei did not hide his hostility, his eyes were cold.

He and Huang He, who were originally Dragon Sovereign in the White Jade Tower, had to stand on the same front, that is, the same camp, in any case.Even if it hadn't happened ten years ago, Wei Shi would cast such cold eyes on the guy who dared to provoke the majesty of Bai Yulou.

Lao Lan and Lao Li belong to the neutral sect, with a plain expression.

The most incomprehensible thing is the leader of the Chinese world in the middle. His eyes are always looking at Xia Qing, neither hostile indifference nor kindness, as deep as an ancient well, calm and waveless.

No one responded to Xia Qing, and the scene was a bit embarrassing for a while.

"Old man!"

Xia Yu made a fist subconsciously, with a trace of sweat on the palm of her hand.

Jingle!

The crisp sound of the hook falling on the ground.

After everyone followed the sound, they saw the yellow crane rickety and fragile. Wearing heat-insulating gloves, he took out the heavy roasted whole crane directly from the fireplace and slammed it on the kitchen counter.

The table was covered with a layer of lotus leaves early, and the yellow crane grasped a sharp sharp knife, waved his hand, and the knife rushed towards the lower abdomen of the roast crane, so the opening that had been stitched by sheep intestine thread was cut neatly by the sharp blade.

But this time it was different. The sharp blade swung away, and within a second, there was an odor like a hissing smoke bomb, which immediately covered the entire lobby.

After eating the halberd, the auditorium, which had been silent for 2 hours, finally heard the sound of riot.

"What a delicate taste!"

Xia Yu's face was shocked in the smell of thick fog.

Yes, slender.

Just like the hands Xia Yu saw before, they were jade-like and delicate.

How do you describe it? With fierce fire barbecue, from the perspective of heat, no matter the taste of crane meat itself, and the smell of firewood, it is completely incompatible with "exquisiteness".

Roasting should correspond to the original and bold style of painting, because this is the most direct cooking method using flames.

Even if you don’t talk about the heat, from the perspective of the ingredients, Xia Yu and the audience in front are not blind, and the memory is good. Naturally, I remember that the yellow crane poured a lot of fresh crane blood into the crane’s belly...

The blood itself carries a fishy smell, right?

The fishy smell has nothing to do with "exquisiteness" and "slenderness", nothing to do with it!

The smell is like a smoke bomb, which is released fiercely and goes quickly.

When Xia Yu was slightly awake, and once again looked at the roasted whole crane on the lotus leaf on the table, his pupils shrank suddenly.

A snow-white lingjun crane is standing on the table, surrounded by mist, like a fairyland.

"This crane has already been slaughtered..."

Can't help rubbing his eyes.

The picture disappeared. What the eyes saw was just some bright red rice balls.

The yellow crane took a wooden spoon and dug out the scarlet rice grains from the belly button of the crane. The grains of these rice were distinct, and the grains were like blood essence stones, and the surface flowed with frightening flashes.

The piles of sour red rice, crystal clear, like a carnival of artistic treasures, make people look dazzling.

"what--"

Zhu Qing covered her mouth with her hands and whispered, "I saw it again!"

"Yes, I saw it again!"

Xia Yu was shocked inexplicably.

The crane reappeared, but this time it was dancing on the glass rice bowl held by the yellow crane in both hands, with a frightening aura.

Suddenly, the crane stopped, its wings retracted, and its eyes faintly gaze at the auditorium. Those red eyes that looked like vermilion lacquer made people feel like those precious rice grains.

"Xia Qing, let me come first—"

Huang He put the glass rice bowl on the judging table, the face finally no longer expressionless, with a hint of ridicule, "Isn't there a saying in the Eastern world that is very popular... first you must lose..."

"Yeah, you must lose first."

The old man Xia Qing nodded, so he let go.

Seeing that Xia Qing was so crisp, Huang He was slightly surprised, but this surprise was quickly broken by his confidence.Venerable Dragon in the White Jade Tower nodded and said: "I appreciate your aura and courage."

Subconsciously put on a high posture.

"I remember that ten years ago, when you went abroad to evade, cooking is at best the end of the road of Lin. In the past ten years, you have broken through to the dragon level overseas. You are too lucky to be safe in an overseas corner. Shi can still be a mountain king in the corner, so why do you come back and disturb the situation?"

Huang He is indifferent.

"I, unlike the three old guys you defeated before, I was a dragon class ten years ago."

"I know." Xia Qing replied.

"Oh, it seems that you are also mentally prepared for defeat." Huang He lightly sneered, "Can you afford the defeated halberd agreement? Well, let me give you the opportunity to voluntarily abstain, here Giving up to leave the Lou Lin ship, I assume that this halberd has never been carried out, we ended in a tie, and there will be no gossip in the Chinese world."

"then……"

Huang He's eyes cooled slightly, "Retire to overseas, don't come back again, and be a mountain king in the Eastern World with peace of mind."

Xia Qing shook his head, "Is that enough?"

"Serve—"

His answer is so concise.

Huang He grinned, "In that case..."

There are five small bowls on the table, holding a spoon, and serving each small bowl with rice.

Yan Qi had just been listening to the conversation between the two of them. At this moment, the first one picked up the chopsticks, his eyebrows frowned, and he picked up a bunch of blood-colored rice grains cooked in the belly of a crane.

In his slightly sinking gaze, finely fragmented crane shadows emerged inside these rice grains.

It's as if every grain of rice contains a crane.

It's just a bite, and the chopsticks give people a strange feeling that weighs more than a thousand catties.The palm of Yan Qi's chopsticks was slightly shaking.

"Wanhetu!"

There was a low voice from the side.

Lao Lan, Lao Li, and Elder Wei were also tightly attracted by the rice ball on the chopsticks.

"light--"

The Chinese leader in the center suddenly shouted.

Snapped!

After a second or two, a beam of light descended above the lobby, and it landed directly on the glass basin of the yellow crane's hands.

Wanhe dance!

The food scene that broke out in an instant was like kicking over a crane's nest.

"A hallucination?"

Xia Yu rubbed his eyes, watching the screen disappear in shock.

There was a burst of "Jiaochuan" beside him.

Zhu Qing collapsed in the seat like a limp, with sweat on her smooth forehead, her small mouth kept opening and closing, her breath exhaled, and the delicate jade face was full of shame and panic.In Zhu Qing's head, thousands of cranes just spread their wings at her, forming a white wave tearing her clothes, as if it had actually happened.She curled up on the chair, her arms tightly around herself.

Xia Yu opened her mouth and was about to ask, but her face suddenly changed.

Zhu Qing closed his eyes, and all the shyness and the panic disappeared, and a serene color gradually appeared on his face.

On the broadcast screen.

The old man Xia Qing opened the "lid" of a bamboo tube on the top.

The rice grains are exposed to the air.

At the same time, the artistic conception that a dragon chef gave to the food is also pouring out at this moment.