Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

"Please use--"

Xia Yu served soup to the five judges one by one.

The judges held steaming soup bowls in their hands. Except for the faucet, the other four looked at each other.

"What is the experience of holding a bowl of tasteless soup?

Wei Qinglian probably felt that she had drafted a title that was close to the article.

The dragon head moved the spoon voluntarily, and the white spoon pierced into the dark soup. When he filled a large spoonful of soup and handed it to his mouth, he suddenly stopped, slightly moved and stared at the swaying ripples on the spoon.

A shadow of a fish flashed under his eyes.

"Has it appeared again?"

As he said, the faucet's eyes showed a resolute color, and he turned sharply, the spoon tilted against the sink, and the hot soup suddenly fell.

Hey.

The finely sprinkled soup, a spoonful of soup, turned into countless splashes.

The suffocating picture appeared!

As if the fish basket was overturned, the splash suddenly turned into a tail of tiny fishes, struggling desperately at the bottom of the sink, each fish was a miniature whale, all black and delicate like a work of art.

A large crowd of spectators wiped their eyes vigorously.

Hallucinations?

Sure enough, in a few blinks, where are there any small fish under the sink, only some steaming drops of medicinal food.

Unlike the audience, the chefs near the workbench stared at Xia Yu.

"Did you hear it?"

"Ah..." Xia Yu couldn't say that, he also heard a cry for help and was panicked for a second. This is obviously the delicacy he cooked by himself.

The dragon head stared at him, shook his head, and then took a spoonful of hot soup into his mouth.

help me!

help me!!

As soon as it was imported, the expression of the dragon head changed.

The cowardly cry that I heard vaguely before, suddenly penetrated the heart defense, and the leader said in shock: "...This is the voice of the image of Shiyi? No, it is so delicate. It is not invisible. It can be captured by the mouth, yes, It is something that really exists in the mouth. It is called the taste of cooking, and it is the shout of the fusion of ingredients!"

Only the leader dares to be so sure that the sound is the taste, and his brain is too big.

Wait, is there a bridge between sound and taste?

"It's the voice of the ingredients!"

The leader said silently that the taste of the medicinal food in the mouth formed a mysterious airflow, first from the esophagus to the stomach bag, and then from the stomach bag back feeding a trickle, sprinkling moisturizing dew to all the organs around the body, very comfortable.

Starting from tempeh, to burdock, gardenia, bitter bellflower...

what.

A green stream floated in front of him, and the corner of the faucet's mouth bloomed with a refreshing smile: "There are light bamboo leaves!"

They, a total of 9 kinds of medicinal materials with cold and temperature attributes, after being boiled for a while, the flavor of the medicinal materials mixed out, turned out to be like a delicate girl calling for help at the bottom of the cold lake.

"Is she there?"

Subconsciously raised his palm, wanting to touch the fair and delicate hand that protruded from the bottom of the cold lake.

A feeling of warmth and softness came from the palm of the palm, as if a wet girl hugged half of her body, the dragon's head was stunned, and her face was faintly embarrassed and flushed.

"No, no!"

Beside, Lan Fengxian looked hysterical, sending hot soup to his mouth one by one.

"I always feel that something is missing..."

Sage Karl frowned, whispered for a while, then looked up at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu smiled, "This is medicated fish soup, but everyone shouldn't patronize the soup. Come here, this is fish. Each person is a small piece. There is not much. Please taste it slowly!"

There was still a bowl of soup left in the stew pot. He specially poured it out and put it on the side. Only the whole "sparkling silk-foot fish" had food value.

Divide the palm-sized fish into 6 pieces. This time, the soup is soaked with golden fish. The delicious flavor is almost like a tornado, which will blow people to the corners of Java.

Distinctly different cooking quality!

The leader's eyes changed, and the other four reviewers were even more shocked.

Everyone tasted again.

"It's so soft, is this meat? It has a texture like aspic, melts in your mouth!"

"It's definitely the original "sparkling silk-foot fish"!"

Sage Carl was moved: "Should not the food tyrant Linchu be proficient in this kind of processing? Why is it that such high-level ingredients are blended into the image of food, but it does not appear to be wasteful, let alone outrageous and exaggerated?"

Harmony is rare!

Imagine that a big pot of Fanpin suddenly dropped a gem and came in. No matter how blind, the diners could notice and vomit it out, right?

This is the control problem commonly encountered by chefs.

How to match the "jewels" with ordinary ingredients?Xia Yu gave Carl the perfect answer today.

Without it, just two words——

balance!

But it is not a literal meaning, but an extension, involving in-depth knowledge of pharmacology and fish Tai Chi diagrams.Carl doesn't understand the ancient knowledge passed down from the Chinese world. He can only eat, eat and eat, and taste the structure hidden in the dishes.

It is a circle that never gaps.

The core of the circle is tempeh, and the other eight kinds of medicinal materials are connected to each other to form the circumference of the circle.

A touch of fish shadow looms under the eyes, and the posture is light. With a slightly curved body line, the circle is divided into two, forming the Yin and Yang Eight Diagrams.

"This is his cooking, the devil's cooking? Why is it so slender and gentle..." Wei Qinglian breathed in confusion, and two intoxicating blushes flew on her cheeks.She mixed the fish and fresh soup in her mouth and swallowed it, her neck moved slightly, and when the food passed through her throat to the esophagus, the whole person shook violently.

"help me!"

I heard it again, and this time more real.

"where are you?"

"I'm right below you..."

the following?

Wei Qinglian muttered lost, lowered her head, her eyes filled with trance.

The ground is no longer a cold stage, but clear water.

"Save me!" A black fish with the thickness of a finger was rolling in the waves of the bamboo raft, expecting Wei Qinglian's response on the boat.

Wei Qinglian knelt down and put his fingers into the clear water. The little fish immediately hurried over and pecked her fingers gently, as if kissing.

"Why save you?" Wei Qinglian was curious.

"Because I once saved you."

Said the fish.

Amused by that sweet and innocent voice, Wei Qinglian nodded, "Then I will take you back."

She found something to fill with water and brought the fish on, and the bamboo raft was then rowed back to the fishing village.

The little fish grows very fast, and its body is getting bigger day by day. When it is the size of a palm, the fisherman girl in Wei Qinglian's incarnation points to the fish tank and smiles and asks: "...I said, were you a whale?"

"No, I am Kun, the Kun of'Bei Ming has a fish name as Kun', please remember!"

In the end, the fish grew into a behemoth that couldn't fit in the house. The day when they first met, the white mist was scattered on the sea in the early morning. The girl from the fishing village went out to sea and stood on the raft, watching the strange fish claiming to be a kun, slowly rising Sora disappeared.

The sun rose, and the sun reflected the tears dripping from the corner of the girl's eyes, "Goodbye."

"Some fish can never be shut."

"Because they belong to the sky."

reality.

Wei Qinglian stood in a daze for a while, suddenly these words popped out of her head.

She glanced at Ye Feizhou, who was a few steps away, and sighed secretly in her heart.

In the special class, a wise chef can use his hands and heart to give the dishes connotation, allowing diners to enjoy a journey of life.

At a higher level, this ability will naturally increase.

However, Wei Qinglian has never eaten a story, whether it is a Lin-level cuisine or a dragon-level delicacy.She became the heroine of the story and met the fish for the first time. Everything is so dreamy, but innocent and beautiful.

She has to admit that a bowl of soup has the power to make people cry, and it is very powerful in itself.

Is not it?

Tears are still pouring out of the eyes, and the cheeks are cold.

Suddenly, with a soft touch, Wei Qinglian was startled, and a familiar fish shadow appeared in her vision. However, this slap-sized fish was bathed in golden light. She must have watched for a while, and suddenly said: "... …Did you come back?"

Nearby, a voice answered: "It's always there."

Wei Qinglian looked at Xia Yu by mistake.

Xia Yu shrugged and pointed to her mouth, "You ate it. It is in the memory of your tongue. Isn't it beautiful?"