Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Kindness of swordsmanship!

There is no doubt that Xia Yu also has to admit that in terms of sword skills, it is difficult to shoot horses by himself and the old man still has much to learn.

And from the sword skills...

Xia Yu looked down at the two bowls of clear chicken soup on the table. The calm noodle soup reflected his slightly surprised face.

"There is a gap in the skill of the sword, and then there is a gap in the processing link of cutting the chicken."

"Does the difference in the soup quality come from the quality of the chicken?"

An unspeakable suffocation.

boom!

With her hands resting on the table, Xia Yu lowered her hair and let out a puzzling laugh: "...This is the cooking process of cooking and moving the whole body!"

"It's just a sword skill!"

Ding.

Without him calling, the system has automatically identified two chicken broth on the table.

Work 1, 85% completion.

Work 2, 100% completion!

Xia Yu's eyebrows jumped when she saw the value that was directly full.

"understand?"

The old man took off his apron, washed the knife and put it back into the knife holder. The kitchen counter was also cleaned by the way and spotlessly clean. Only then did he turn around and point to Xia Yu's steam pot chicken broth, "Now you still think that your cooking must be qualified. ?"

In the word "qualified", the old man bites heavily.

The eyes are sharp.

Xia Qing looked at his grandson with a scrutinizing gaze.

"This is qualified, but that is not qualified." Xia Yu smiled again, "I probably know what it means, but then again, old man, you are really strict!"

He complained inwardly.

Special.

In the past, 60% of the completion degree of the system was qualified, and until now the standard line of the system has not changed.

But for the old man, the standard line may suddenly rise to 90%.Only if they are excellent, they may be "qualified."

Moreover, 90% completion is the most basic condition for cooking to shine.

"Old man, you want to tell me that, right?" Xia Yu asked.

Xia Qing finally showed a smile after hearing his grandson's answer, and his cold face softened.

"The tail behind your butt hasn't finally reached the sky."

He first praised Xia Yu’s mentality. After all, too many young talents, under the praise of the entire circle, easily become swollen and do not want to make progress. Then they stand still and are defeated, followed by a three hundred and sixty degree spiral. Big explosion.

What's more, when faced with the exclamation of the "Devil King" all over the world, this expansion mentality may intensify, but Xia Qing did not see this expansion in his grandson.

At least Sun Tzu still knows how to think, to reflect on insufficient.

Thinking of this, the hidden worries that Xia Qing did not reveal in his heart dissipated a lot.

"You are in the heat, and your achievements in seasoning are already arrogant to your peers. You may also be high on the Lin-level pyramid, but your sword skills..." Xia Qing shook his head during this moment, "I'm afraid it's been stagnant for a long time?"

"Yes, my knowledge of sword skills is far inferior to the two basic skills of heat and seasoning."

Xia Yu admitted it generously.

There is nothing to conceal, being able to achieve proficiency in two basic skills, even with systematic assistance, but the rapid advancement is inseparable from Xia Yu's concentrated practice.

Previously, he always focused his limited energy on training heat and practicing spice skills. On the contrary, after he created the special kill recipe of "Peacock Dance", his sword skills fell into a long period of stagnation.

In other words, Xia Yu's sword skills, in terms of realm, are still at the special stage!

Therefore, sword skill is a weakness for Xia Yu, who is now beyond the Lin realm.

Today, the old man has no mercy and tore through his gap.

and.

I haven't made luminous dishes for a long time, right?

Thinking of this, Xia Yu sweated coldly on her back.

Probably, he understands the balance of the three basic skills, and yes, it is "equilibrium," which may be the sharp arrow that points directly at the cooking.

"Old man, we all chop chickens, we also use mulberry knives, exactly the same knives, how can the cut chicken cut the quality difference?"

Xia Yu lowered his posture and asked.

In front of my old man, there is nothing to be embarrassed about.

If you don’t understand, ask.

"come here--"

The old man said coolly, so the grandfather and grandson were huddled in front of the kitchen at the time of New Year's Day when there were visitors. One was teaching grandchildren and the other was studying, both very serious.

Lan Fengxian was ignored by grandparents.

"This is really..."

He couldn't laugh or cry. As his identity, at this time, visiting any mansion for New Year's greetings, the welcome scene must be grand.

However, Lan Fengxian was not at all annoyed. Hearing the trivial voices from his grandfather and grandson, he found it interesting.

Zhu Qing and Lan Chuhan also entered the kitchen.

The smell of chicken soup was full in the air. As soon as he entered the room, Zhu Qing's eyes were drawn firmly by the two chicken soups on the table.

To be honest, Zhu Qing's sleep quality was very poor last night, or she didn't sleep at all, and was unable to sleep in bed. As for the cause of insomnia, it was not the result of Xia Yu's miss during the reunion dinner.

Therefore, with the vital energy of garlic contained in the soup, Zhu Qing felt that the whole person was energetic after taking a few breaths, and the sleeplessness of insomnia was wiped out.

what!

Unable to get close to the table, Zhu Qing stared at it a few times, then turned around, rushing to find the bowl and spoon.

"Just right, I didn't eat breakfast, I'm hungry!"

Using chicken soup for breakfast seemed a bit too nutritious. Zhu Qing was also worried that the soup would be greasy, but holding a scoop of the scoop, she covered her mouth with a trace of worry and lost it to Java, "Fresh!"

Zhu Qing did not know that the bowl of soup she was drinking was boiled by the old man.

After drinking a whole bowl, her pretty face glowed brightly, Zhu Qing turned to look at Xia Yu's steaming pot, her eyebrows wrinkled into a ball, "Two identical chicken broth?"

At this time, Lan Fengxian interrupted and said, "This is the work of your Demon King Xia."

He rarely joked and called out a title of Demon King Xia.

"Oh?"

"Then this is..."

"That belongs to Brother Xia."

Zhu Qing immediately made up the missing plot fragments, guessing that the grandfather and grandson were competing on the same soup, but needless to say, the grandpa must be more skilled.

However, Zhu Qing was curious as to how big the gap between grandson and grandfather was.

Well, just eat it.

Zhu Qingpin's second bowl of soup, Lan Fengxian and Lan Chuhan looked at her intently.

Tang imported, but Zhu Qing frowned, "Wow--"

Her ass was burning with fire, and she quickly left the stool. Suddenly, she felt that the kitchen air was stuffy and hot, like a big steamer. There was fine sweat on her forehead and cheeks, and then her clothes felt greasy and wet with sweat.

So Zhu Qing rushed out, breathing in the courtyard outside, leaving Lan Fengxian and Lan Chuhan looking at each other.

After a long while, Zhu Qing returned and changed into a clean dress.

The grandfather and grandson are still discussing sword skills.

Seeing Zhu Qing's return, Lan Fengxian, who had been curious for a long time, pointed to two soups on the table, "Ahan and I would like to try it too, right?"

"Okay!"

Zhu Qing's eyes were cunning, and he found them bowls and spoons.

Lan Fengxian imitated Zhu Qing, first tasted the old man's soup, and praised: "What a refreshing style!"

Lan Chuhan's eyes also looked surprised.

Is it delicious?

This is of course, but deliciousness is not enough to summarize this soup. The tongue seems to have the phantom of a solid chicken. It keeps flapping its wings against the mouth, so it carries the energetic cooking breath, and it blows in from the throat. The deepest part of the body makes the pores tremble.

Lan Fengxian and Lan Chuhan went on to taste Xia Yu's soup.

Uh!

The two choked.

Not that it’s not delicious enough, but...

Compared with Xia Qing's orthodox and refreshing painting style, Xia Yu's soup has a very strange taste and delicious picture.

"Ah, I have decided!"

A voice suddenly came from the direction of the kitchen counter, "I want to make another pot of chicken soup!"

"This is a ramen recipe!"

"You can't get stuck in the soup base! I want to make a complete ramen!"