Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

When the soup is imported, Xia Qing's scalp is tingling.

It's not being burned, but the silky touch of the mouth, like a white palm, touching people's hearts.

The clear soup is not "clear", except for the umami taste, it is smooth and tender!

"The taste of the soup has changed!"

Xia Qing muttered.

Zhu Qing was the second to taste it. Unlike the old man, she was afraid of being hot. First, she carefully cooled the soup on the spoon. Only then did she hesitate slightly and swallowed it into her mouth.

Well!

The unspeakable feeling of comfort, with mouth exploded, spread all over the body.

Suddenly came to a quiet room with soft lighting.

Lying on the bed, Zhu Qing was dazed, half awake, and heard a voice in her ears: "...What do you think of the guest?"

As he said, the hands on his back, as if wrapped in hot essential oils, grasped and pinched the bare white and greasy skin.

Spit out a scorching breath.

Zhu Qing muttered drunkly in his cheeks: "Okay, so comfortable!"

Her brain was completely empty, no dust, no distractions, and every part of her body was in a state of extreme relaxation.

Unprecedented comfort and ease, hitting his head, so in deep sleepiness, Zhu Qing could only hear the last sentence: "...you can turn around now."

The obedient changed to lying flat, his eyes half-open and half-closed, vaguely saw a familiar and delicate face.

Blink.

"How about, Aunt Qing?"

This time I heard the real voice in my ears, Zhu Qing returned to reality, and saw a face close at hand, startled, there was a burning sensation on his face, no need to think about it, Zhu Qing’s delicate cheeks have already been red. .

"...Uh... eh eh!"

She almost used both hands and feet, pushing Xia Yu in front of her.

Xia Yu could only withdraw two steps away, looking helplessly at Zhu Qing who was gradually calming down, and said again: "I'm asking you about the taste experience."

Zhu Qing bit her lip, her eyes looked hydrated, "Just, it's delicious!"

"How delicious is it?"

"Moreover, compared to my previous chicken soup, what's more? Or, what are the characteristics and changes?" Xia Yu couldn't help but walked forward, with a trace of excitement in his eyes, completely like a cook. .

It was like being slammed into a corner by the wall, Zhu Qing's face flashed over the shyness of a girl.

"Just comfortable!"

She screamed frantically, seemingly dissatisfied with her strange self, the strange heartbeat, and she was very resistant.

"Ok."

Seeing that Zhu Qing became stunned, she was completely different from the usual she who didn't talk about anything, Xia Yu had to sigh and shift the target to look at Lan Chuhan.

Lan Chuhan was the third one to taste.

After a sip of the soup, after at least a few minutes of silence, Lan Chuhanfang slowly opened his eyes.

There is a layer of water mist in her eyes.

"how?"

Xia Yu asked quickly.

"..."

Lan Chuhan was speechless, as if he hadn't heard it, holding a spoon with a trembling hand, and taking a spoonful to send to the entrance, his eyes widened and there was an incredible expression.

"The taste of the soup, why is it so silky and soft?"

"what!"

With the soup in his mouth, Lan Chuhan was trembling without swallowing it. This was excitement, "Good, so resilient!"

The tongue became naughty, shuttled in the soup, stirring back and forth.

Ho.

The sniff is getting heavier and more sultry.

Lan Chuhan realized that it was as if a hand was massaging her tongue, gently stroking, and gently grasping, so the long legs hidden under the table couldn't help tightening, and the legs were twisting until they slammed the table legs. , Lan Chuhan was awakened by the sound.

"How is it?" Xia Yu had a black line on his forehead.

Staring at the young man, after about ten seconds, Lan Chuhan's beautiful body trembled slightly, and her watery pupils quickly became clear, and she woke up, "Ah, what are you talking about?" She wrote all over her. Panic.

"..."

Xia Yu typed a series of ellipsis in his head. Seeing Lan Chuhan lost his usual style of painting, like Zhu Qing, his big watery eyes made people feel itchy. There was no such thing as the cold and cold jade woman.

Well, now, I have to shift the target again and watch the fourth taster.

His eyes swept away.

Uh!

Xia Yu swallowed.

Lan Fengxian, an old monster who didn't know how old, had a flush of flush on his face, fixed his eyes on him.

"Hum..."

This time Xia Yu was frightened back by two steps.

Then there was a fascinating silence.

For a long while.

The silence was broken by Xia Qing. He put down the empty bowl and turned his head to stare at the young man, "If you just presented this chicken soup, it will be enough to compete with my soup."

No extra words are needed.

The old man's words have already bluntly explained the score of Xia Yu's second work.

Xia Yu was not satisfied, "Just a rival?"

The system suddenly pops up a message:

"... It has been identified that the chicken soup is 90% complete, and it did not trigger the cooking to glow. The reason is unknown."

A sinister make up.

Xia Yu said with a black face: "The first copy was 85%, is it 90% now?"

5% increase!

The brow furrowed and relaxed again.

He knew that this improvement in completion seemed weak, but it was suddenly raised from the ordinary dimension to the luminous dimension of cooking. Although the system was vague and did not explain the reason for the lack of luminescence, Xia Yu was confident that he was completing it. Under the general situation of reaching the standard, other lighting requirements are not difficult to overcome.

"Well, old man, then I will use this pot of soup as a soup base and make buckwheat ramen. Now you have no reason to object?"

With that, lower your body and take the soup pot away.

"No!"

Four unanimous voices.

Xia Qing, Zhu Qing, Lan Chuhan, and Lan Fengxian all looked at the pot Xia Yu was holding.

The unsatisfied resentment was blowing.

Xia Yu twitched, "Hey, give me peace of mind to wait a while!"

"When ramen is made, you drink soup and noodles, isn't it more refreshing?"

...

It's almost noon.

Lan Fengxian, who had originally planned to come to visit him a year later, walked out of the Xia family's old house with his hand, and walked in the alley, shaking his head, looking very happy.

Lan Chuhan's eyes flickered, not knowing what he was thinking.

"This Demon King Xia deserves the name of the Demon King!"

Lan Fengxian gave a compliment, and then turned around, gloating a little, and said: "The most important thing is, how did he secretly learn the tricks of the old guy Huang He and use them without barriers?"

"Who gave him this cooking skill and guided him?"

"If you secretly learn..."

Here, Lan Chuhan suddenly said, "Perhaps, it's Ye Feizhou?" He spoke in a confused tone.

Before and after the war, everyone in the Chinese community believed that Xia Yu and Ye Feizhou were mortal enemies. Apart from a limited number of people, no one knew the relationship between these two people.

boom!

Standing at the entrance of the alley, Lan Fengxian was hit by someone, and the words he wanted to say were interrupted.

He raised his eyebrows to see the woman in black who hit him and walked into the alley.

"Hey, this is not..."

Lan Fengxian recognized Lei Aoxue.

"She knows that the Xia's old house is in this area?" Lan Fengxian smiled with interest at the corner of Lan Fengxian's mouth. To the puzzled Lan Chuhan, he made a hissing gesture with a vertical finger, turned and turned back, and got in. In the alley, quietly following the woman in black.

Until Xia's old house.

From a distance, Lan Fengxian watched Lei Aoxue ascend the doorstep and wanted to take a picture of the door. His eyes lit up, "Sure enough, is this coming to the door for war?"

Who knew that Lei Aoxue stood in front of the gate, hesitated for a while, walked down again, wandering around in circles.

After a while, Lei Aoxue simply squatted down and hugged her knees.

"Uh!"

Lan Fengxian, who wanted to watch a good show, was choked. Seeing Lei Aoxue squatting next to the stone lion at the entrance of the mansion, she didn't mean to get up anymore. She really couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm all here, why not go further?"

"Let's go," Lan Chuhan said in a low voice, "She probably also knows that it is very abrupt and rude to come to fight like this in the first month of the first month."

"Yes!"

"What kind of grudges and grievances, can't you let them go for a new year?"

Lan Fengxian could only sigh regretfully and left.

As if hearing the faint footsteps on the other side of the alley, Lei Aoxue looked up, then lowered her head again, with small stones in her hand, drew boring circles on the ground, "Will he accept my halberd?"

Talk to yourself unconsciously.

Outside the alley, Lan Chuhan got into the car and took a seat. His buttocks touched the soft seat cushion, and an uncontrollable moan came from his nose.

"Woo!"

Immediately lower your head and cover your mouth and nose.

Lan Chuhan sorted out the folds of the skirt with his other hand, and gently pressed the thigh with his fingers seemingly inadvertently or intentionally.

Hey.

An electric current that made her blush came out, and her long legs tightened again.

"Sure enough, it became sensitive..."