Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Xia Qing snapped open the "lid" of the bamboo tube, a corner of the rice ball inside, and finally took off her veil like a woman, showing her true face.

This picture should have been plain and plain.

The picture in the lens of the shooting device is normal, but the device is dead. If you can't smell the breath that comes out at the moment of uncovering the cover, naturally you can't be pulled into the strange gourmet mood by the taste.

Xia Qing placed the thin bamboo slices in the palm of his hand with a little residual warmth.

Then, he grabbed the bamboo tube and shook a small ceramic bowl slightly when the rice grains mixed with other ingredients fell into the small bowl from the bamboo tube open.

call out--

Everyone in the audience, including Xia Yu and Zhu Qing, was by no means spared.

"Bamboo smells so good! What kind of bamboo is this?!"

Xia Yu buried his head, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and he was agitated by his old man's boldness, "I thought the bamboo tube was just a special container..."

The fragrance of bamboo is the thread that attracts people's nose to chase the smell in the air crazily, so it sinks deeper and deeper, the more difficult it is to extricate itself.

Wow!

The wind blows the bamboo forest and the branches and leaves sway.

It was just the smell, which brought Xia Yu into a deep and quiet bamboo forest.

Not to mention that Xia Yu's mood was agitated, everyone in the judging panel was so absorbed by the small bowl of rice that they couldn't look away.

dignified!

The old man Wei's expression changed.

I haven't tasted it yet, just in terms of the leaked gourmet mood, Huang He's "Wan He Leiing from the Nest" seems to be less relaxed and calm than Xia Qing's deep bamboo forest...

However, which one is stronger and weaker is not clear until you taste it.

Thinking of this, Wei's old man pressed his mouth tightly, and the pile of crane blood red rice that had been picked up fell back into the bowl. He did not continue to use this pair of chopsticks, but put it down, picked up another pair of clean bamboo chopsticks, and put a few bamboo tubes. The meal is delivered to the mouth.

"call--"

The bamboo forest world that the eyes saw suddenly blew through the strong wind, the slender and tall bamboo swayed in the wind, and the bamboo leaves were flying and falling. Under the strange force of the wind, a verdant wave was surging here.

The old man of the Wei family was stunned in the bamboo leaves, listening to a faint and beautiful melody in the wind.

Ding Ding Ding!

A beautiful woman plays the piano in the depths of the secluded Huang.

Attracted by the sound of the piano, the old man of the Wei family couldn't help stepping forward, walking barefoot across the clear stream, disturbing a few beasts in the bamboo field, the pheasant flapped its wings and flying away, and the colorful tail feathers were very conspicuous in the green forest.

Boom.

Something soft hit his leg, and the old man of the Wei family lowered his head and found the plump and gray hare staring at him with wide eyes.

I don't know when to stop.

In reality, the old Wei's chopsticks rise and fall more and more densely, one bite after another.

"It's game rice!"

Yan Qi chewed and said, the facial reaction was wonderful, "I have eaten rabbit meat, pheasant... Obviously pelleted meat is put in, not vegetarian, why is the bamboo forest artistic conception so pure?!"

"The fragrance of bamboo that penetrates into the rice with the bamboo tube alone is not enough to suppress the fishy smell of these game dishes, right?" Yan Qi muttered.

"It's bamboo shoots!"

The elder of Lan’s praised: “Furthermore, they are fresh bamboo shoots with fresh and delicate fragrance. Originally, bamboo shoots were stir-fried with game meat, which was delicious. Now, bamboo shoots, glutinous rice and japonica rice are in a bamboo tube. Calcined by flames, it truly forms a delicious and interesting work!"

"Huo's attainments are not inferior to any veteran Dragon Chef!" The old man Li opened his eyes, and the turbidity disappeared.

He was originally Li Han's grandfather, with a flame cooking skill that reached the realm, no one here is more authoritative than him.

The four judges opened their mouths one after another, and the number of leaders in the Chinese industry in the middle was enjoying the taste.

Soon, the commotion in the auditorium subsided, and the four judges stopped talking.

Including Huang He, he who wanted to serve food first, was taken advantage of by Xia Qing, and the face of the Dragon Lord looked ugly.

When the four judges gave praise, Huang He's mood gradually sank.

Just wait for a tasting response from the leader.

After a while, the leader slowly ate a bowl of bamboo rice, and there were no particles left in the small bowl.

"Clang, clang..."

It wasn't a bell, but the dragon head grabbed an unopened bamboo tube and tapped the bamboo chopsticks lightly.

"Eh?"

A puzzled look.

Xia Yu also stared at the faucet knocking on the bamboo tube with his eyes closed, confused.

For a long while.

The knocking sound disappeared because one of the bamboo chopsticks was broken.

The leader slowly opened his eyes, looked at the chopsticks in his hand, and sighed with satisfaction and regret: "Okay!"

After finishing speaking, he faintly glanced at the bowl of Crane Blood Rice Grains that Huang He had previously given him, shook his head, dropped his broken chopsticks and walked away.

Until the old man's burly back completely disappeared, the auditorium bombed the fryer.

"The dragon head is finished, there are no particles left!"

"Is this Xia Qing really a new Dragon Chef? Venerable Huang didn't mean that he reached the end of the road to Lin ten years ago, and only broke through to the dragon after going overseas..."

There are about two thousand people present here, who are regarded as the group with the highest taste in the Chinese world, whispering in fright.

The departure of the main judge means that the food will end here.

No one dared to question the rating of the leader.

Moreover, the leader himself is the head of the Baiyulou. Truly speaking, Huang He is a general under his command. There is no reason for favoritism between the public and private leaders.

The yellow crane stood blankly.

The remaining four people at the judging table did not expect the leader to leave the table suddenly, and petrified.

...

The midnight food halberd on the Lou Lin ship stopped abruptly.

The leader did not really announce who the winner was, so no matter how shocked the audience was, no matter how they discussed, they could only end there in a hurry.

After half an hour.

!

Xia Yu knocked on the door of Yan Qi's "In the Clouds".

"Come in--"

With permission, Xia Yu pushed the door in anxiously, "Wow!"

really.

The old man Xia Qing sat down with Yan Qi behind a tea table in the room and had a cup of tea.

"Brother Yan, you asked me to bring some bamboo rice with rice, yes..." Xia Qing's question was interrupted by the boy who rushed in.

One old and one young, with big eyes and small eyes.

"You kid!"

Xia Qing blew his beard and looked unstable and shouted, "Why did you get on the boat?"

"mix?"

Xia Yu chuckled, referring to Yan Qi to throw the pot out, "Mr. Yan took me on the boat. It's fair and honest, old man, you are not using the right words!"

He is very self-cooked and sits at the tea table.

"This is the old man, the bamboo tube rice you just presented in the halberd showdown?"

As soon as he sat down, Xia Yu fixed his eyes on the bamboo tube on the table.

[Super-tactile] The flame sensory gave him the exact information: The food in the bamboo tube is still very hot.

Xia Qing nodded, and seeing Yan Qi secretly winking at him, the old man was stunned for a moment. He probably knew what Yan Qi meant by asking him to leave such a bamboo rice meal. This was to let him teach his grandson with the work.

Hey.

good chance.

For nearly a year, he hadn't seen his grandson. After Xia Qing was surprised, he became more interested and said coolly: "You taste it first, and then tell me what you have eaten."

"it is good--"

Xia Yu replied loudly, with excitement in his eyes, and opened the bamboo cover.

I was immune to the smell before, but this time I was not dragged into the gourmet mood by the pouring smell. Xia Yu held the chopsticks and did not pour out the rice, just like that, opening his chopsticks to the bamboo tube.

Eat it in your mouth and chew.

"No wonder the leader responded like that!" The excitement in Xia Yu's eyes was replaced by a strong shock.

Wow!

A piece of snow-white silk cloth spread out in front of him.

Sprinkle clear juice for green bamboo.

Rabbit meat, pheasant, on the canvas on a white background, turned into a charming and charming fresh animals.

In the depths of the secluded bamboo blown by the wind, a woman is quietly touching the piano on the Caolu Qintai.

As if playing to the sad and heartbroken part, the woman gave Xia Yu the beautiful side cheek, and suddenly there were crystal clear tears falling down, and the tears fell on the surface of the bamboo in the corner of the piano table.

Tears formed brown spots.

Is it Xiang Feizhu?

The sudden immersion of coldness, as if a tear fell to the deepest part of the heart, Xia Yu shivered, and it has been a long time since she tasted such a unique cooking work to be touched, "My God!"

"A picture, a picture of exquisite food!"

It's shocking.