Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Early the next morning, Lou Lin boarded the ship.

"Hey, it's been a few days since I returned to China and I haven't triggered a mission yet. You have to explain what the system is like!"

Xia Yu raised her eyes from a failed blend of synthetic spice dust on the table.

"..."

The system said: "Please actively explore the host!"

"I won't talk about other things, is there a hunting-related task?"

"..."

Xia Yu had to give up, helpless.

Originally, what young talents would hunt on New Year's Day was not very attractive to Xia Yu, and lacked the task of a system god to lash out. Now that's good, Xia Yu can't motivate at all.

But fortunately, most of the energy is devoted to pondering the taboo spice Melk Stardust.Researching and controlling new materials is like this. There is no shortcut to the sky. In the past few days, returning to China is still working hard. Xia Yu's cognition of Melk Stardust is rapidly accumulating to a large scale. He faintly feels that the bottleneck is broken in the near future.

"Extreme and perfect utilization rate, 100% level!"

"3 stones related to purification!"

In Xia Yu's view, he planned to remove the tabletop comprehensive spice that was a failure.

!

Someone knocked on the door.

The old man Xia Qing stood outside the door, arms folded, "I heard A Qing said, have you participated in this year's talent hunt?"

"Ok!"

Xia Yu responded and opened the door to the old man, only to realize that it was dawn outside.

"Since you have participated, let's go to the end. I heard Yan Qi say that with your culinary skills, you should stand at the end. If you are kicked down..." The old man's eyes were amused.

"Then you have to be called the most stroked and best new Lin Chu in history, right?"

The second half of the sentence made Xia Yu's face black.

The weakest Lin Chu?Who wants this title?

"Old man, what do you mean?" Xia Yu's forehead had blue veins, "Want to see your grandson get beaten up by a special chef?"

"It's hard to tell."

Xia Qing shook his head, "The Chinese community is different from Dongying after all."

"On the talent hunting stage, the younger you meet, the more terrifying the background behind you. At this time, your opponents are not only the people on the stage, but also the ancient recipes passed down... …"

Xia Yu's heart sinks slightly.

It seems that this makes sense.

For example, on the stage of the Sapporo event, he used his left hand and the right hand to win the championship with the help of ancient recipes.

If the opponent has a recipe of the same level or even a higher level, wouldn't he be the one being counterattacked?

Thinking about it this way, Xia Yu suddenly realized that being able to hunt might not be the shallow pool that he saw in his eyes.

Perhaps there will be a few turbulences that suddenly stir up the turbulence.

"But it's more interesting!" Xia Yu stretched out and went into the inner room to wash.

The old man entered the house, but was firmly attracted by the synthetic spice that had not been removed in time on the table.

...

It's almost noon.

Xia Yu and Zhu Qing boarded the standby ship one after another, and waved goodbye to the towering Loulin ship that was gradually moving away.

This time the Lou Lin ship will sail on the Yangtze River and Huangpu River for a week. Xia Yu will still have a hunt to participate, and he cannot take Yan Qi and the old man down the river for a trip.

There were a lot of passengers on this spare ship. As soon as he got on the deck, Zhu Qing pulled his arm and pointed somewhere with a smile.

"Hey, I didn't expect the top 5th show to be on board!"

Xia Yu looked, and the young man noticed that Zhu Qing was pointing at him, and he glanced sideways.

Both sides wore black robes, but Xia Yu and Zhu Qing both wore hoods. Ye Feizhou had already taken off their hoods and was surrounded by several middle-aged celebrities.

"he?"

The corner of Xia Yu's mouth curled up slightly, "The king of hunting in the past, the uncrowned king of the younger generation in China?"

Ye Feizhou's face sank immediately as he noticed a trace of banter in Xia Yu's eyes.

at the same time.

Ship Lou Lin heading to the Yangtze River.

"Brother Xia, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing his friend sitting, Yan Qi hadn't moved for a long time, so he could not help taking off his shoes and opening the bamboo curtain into the tea room.

Sunlight shone from the porthole, gathering a spice dust on the tabletop.

Xia Qing folded his arms and stared at the spice he took back from his grandson, his eyes flickering.

"look--"

Such an answer points to this spice.

Yan Qiqu sat down with his legs, concentrated on his sense of smell, took a faint scent at close range, and said, "When did you tinker with such a good spice recipe?"

Yan Qi, who had originally asked casually, became interested.

Xia Qing shook his head, suddenly reached out to hold the dusty white cushion paper, curled up like a cigarette, and then took out the lighter. With the click, the flame suddenly swallowed the paper. Soon, a plume of smoke emerged from the flame. .

"Roar--"

But suddenly, Xia Qing and Yan Qiqi showed surprise.

Accompanied by the dull roar, it seemed that some deep-sea beast came out, faintly, the two saw the huge whale spreading its wings over the sea and moving slowly.

After a while, only ashes remained on the desktop.

"I was worried that he would capsize in the gutter while hunting." Xia Qing was startled for a long time, but then let out a hearty laugh, "It seems that my grandson is not a new Lincook."

Listening to an old friend explaining that this is a work by Sun Tzu, Yan Qi nodded, with surprise in his eyes, "When I was still in Dongying, although I had known that he had good spice skills, he was still separated from the Lin realm. , And now..."

Sniffing the scent remaining in the air, Yan Qi said: "He has mastered the'imaging method' of spices, and the formula of spices has come to life..."

"Yes, there are not many spice masters in the Chinese world who have reached this level!"

Xia Qing laughed for a long time.

...

Xia Yu, who had already returned to the Zhao's Winery, probably didn't expect that the little failed products and kitchen waste she was going to deal with would make Xia Qing and Yan Qi's evaluation of his cooking skills suddenly higher.

At noon, as soon as they stopped in the courtyard, Zhao Qi and Zhao Tong came to the door.

Zhao Qi looked resentful.

Zhao Tong complained to Zhu Qing: "A Qing, many people came to look for you yesterday, and they left late at night, and all of them are famous, and I have to deal with them carefully."

"Hey, how did you know Xu Liuyue?" Zhao Qi came over with his trouser pocket.

"Xu Liuyue? Who?"

Xia Yu was inexplicable.

A black line appeared on Zhao Qi's forehead and stared at him: "You don't even know Xu Damei, you just came back from Africa!"

"Forget it!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Qi stared at him with a hairy look on Xia Yu's back, "Your name is Xia Yu?"

"The big man can't change his name or sit down and change his last name..."

"Is it the same name, is it really that Xia Yu?"

"Who do you think I am?"

Xia Yu smiled.

"Go!"

Zhao Qi seemed to get the affirmative answer. He smashed his fist and turned around, and walked away quickly.

Xia Yu shook his head and didn't care. Zhu Qing and Zhao Tong chatted, went into the house by himself, took out his mobile phone, and turned on the screen to light up.

As expected, the information beeps continuously.

"It's all right now, I guess everyone knows that I'm back..."