Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Lan Chuhan and Lan Fengxian were gone, Zhu Qing was nowhere to be seen, and the lively kitchen fell silent.

The old man Xia Qing probably went to the patio to take off his shirt again and took a cold shower.

Back in the kitchen, the old man's upper body was dripping with water.

It just so happened that Xia Yu was breaking away from the madness of holding a knife, sometimes sober and sometimes absent.

"call"

"The cooking skill of the hand of god, no wonder it is called a god, so it can be used to explode!"

Isn't it?

On the one hand, it is to comprehensively improve the control of the body. In other words, it is to improve the details of micro-manipulation.

The importance of strength skills in knife skills is self-evident.

On the other hand, it is a direct projection!

This is even simpler. It is called a massage for the ingredients. In a more popular way, it is to give the ingredients a set of VIP health care, so that the ingredients are as happy as possible before they are cooked.

Here, not only Xia Yu, but Ren who used to stick amulet to worship the ingredients in the past, Misa Tamagawa who communicated with the ingredients through super-acoustic sense, and the old man who practiced good swordsmanship today, all treat ingredients as souls. Life comes to treat.

In order to make the ingredients reach their best condition before being cooked, the vision and pattern at this time determine the technique.

"My sword skills, is it a breakthrough"

Xia Yu put the knife back into the knife holder, looked at her hands, and looked happy.

Without a task, there is naturally no reward.

It seems that there is no harvest at the data level, but how can the cooking and the spiritual world of a living person be fully covered by the data.If, before today, Xia Yu couldn’t see clearly the sword skills of super-grade and above, Lin or Longchu, and his vision was full of mist, then after this small episode on the first morning of the new year, the change is

suddenly see the light!

The most fear is that I can't see the road clearly, I don't know where the way forward, let alone how to go.

But now, when the fog was gone, Xia Yu saw a straight road leading to the top of the mountain. The faint scenery above was a Lin or a dragon. Who could tell where the end was?

of course.

The biggest gain is the hand of God!

"It's no wonder that Huang He can use this cooking skill to occupy one of the top seats in the three pavilions of Baiyu Tower. Moreover, he has been sitting for decades. In terms of age and qualifications, he is a generation older than Wei An and Kong Chun!"

Xia Yu laughed out of her heart.

It is estimated that when Ye Feizhou taught him a little bit of cooking skills, he never expected that he would be able to use this bit of fur, from the green point to the stage, to truly have practicality and invisibly increase his cooking skills.

If Ye Feizhou knew about the "Summer Demon King" after the New Year and took another step forward in his cooking skills, would he regret the exchange of cooking skills and recipes?

"cough!"

A light cough came from behind.

Xia Yu had already noticed that the old man was standing behind him, silently examining him for a while.

He turned around, and as expected, the old man asked an expected question: "Where did you learn the Hand of God?"

His face was serious.

"Ye Feizhou taught me." Xia Yu smiled.

"he?"

The old man didn't know the various episodes backstage at the stadium that day, and frowned fiercely, "How could he leak such an important cooking skill, oh, did he teach it to you?"

Xia Yu stretched out her hand, "Old man, don't be a fool, okay, your grandson, I used an ancient recipe fish-shaped Tai Chi frame and exchanged it with him on an equal footing. What's more, what he taught me is just some fur , Very simple"

Hear the words.

The old man looked unbelief, instead he looked at the fool's gaze and smiled at his grandson: "Look, a little bit of fur, simple? It seems that you bastard, you are also fooling me as a fool!"

"cut!"

A look of contempt.

"The truth always hurts people's hearts, believe it or not!"

Xia Yu didn't explain much. While her hands were hot, she turned around and took a knife from the knife holder on the kitchen counter, and gestured to the air enthusiastically, like a curious baby who just got a new toy, and never tire of playing.

The old man opened his mouth and wanted to ask more, but he felt that his grandson was too suspicious. Wouldn't he be very tired if he was entangled in everything and the casserole was finally investigated?

The so-called lice are not afraid to bite, this is how it is.

With a deep glance at his grandson, Xia Qing stepped out of the kitchen.

He ran into Zhu Qing who had just come out of the boudoir.

"What, is Ayu still in there?" Zhu Qing changed into a clean dress again. The face and skin that had been sweaty before were obviously cleaned specially, giving a refreshing smell of shower gel.

"Don't disturb him!"

Xia Qing said solemnly, "He is getting used to it!"

As for what he was used to, the old man didn't say, but Zhu Qing nodded clearly, with a hint of imperceptible shyness in his eyes, but annoyed, "Yes, you have to get used to it!"

The old man floated away, and Zhu Qing stood outside the kitchen door for a while.

Xiu's fist clenched and loosened.

"This bastard boy is getting worse and worse. I dare to let go of my hands and feet to bully me like that. Wouldn't he be even more rampant when I change to another girl?" Zhu Qing thought angrily, "No!"

"We must suppress this unhealthy trend!"

"Give me back a pure and lovely Ayu!"

Xia Yu in the kitchen didn't know that Zhu Qing seriously thought that he was deliberately drugging her to bully her.

The angel floating above Xia Yu's head was about to kneel down to the door.

Aunt Qing, this, this is really wrong!

The angel cried bitterly.

Not right, when am I pure and cute?

"You trash!"

Another demon with double horns on the head and holding a fork kicked the baby angel with a golden circle at the beginning.

"Hehehe"

The little devil with magic lines on his face and full of evil charm and madness made a mischievous laughter, "Come, read with me, our slogan is to carry out the medicine to the end!"

Do you want it?

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the grandson of the Xia family and Zhu Qing chose the house, but due to the food halberd and competition years ago, the Chinese food world outside of the Xia family’s old house was not peaceful.

Baiyulou.

In the morning, a group of high-level officials gathered to give the dragon a New Year greeting.

It was Ye Feizhou's turn, who was nominally the leading disciple, and the successor who would inherit the leading position in the future, knelt down in front of the Taishi chair.

Master of Heaven and Earth.

The dragon head was tolerated by Ye Feizhou's kneeling and saluting.

"Master, I wish you good luck as the long flowing waters of the East China Sea, longevity than the pine trees in Nanshan, and good fortune and longevity!" Ye Feizhou sang.

"Get up!" The leader smiled and helped his beloved.

The New Year’s greetings came to an end, but a high-level team did not intend to leave immediately. Among the crowd, Wei An and Kong Chun were the leaders. The two came forward together and said: "The Lord Huanghe and the Yellow Pavilion retired, and we will not interfere in the affairs of the White Jade Tower and the Chinese community. The white jade pavilion takes the top spot, so one is free. Please take the lead as soon as possible to promote a new pavilion owner!"

The atmosphere in the pavilion was suddenly tense, and many high-level gazes flickered. Obviously, there is a strong sense of contention for this pavilion master.

The dragon head frowned, pondered for a while, but waved: "There is no suitable candidate!"

When he got up and left, he scanned the people in the pavilion, and said implicitly:

"Everyone can sit on this top seat, but whoever will sit in the end, I hope to hear the voice of the entire Chinese community"

The pavilion was fried in a pan.

"The leading meaning, shouldn't the famous chef who is outside also enter my Baiyu Lou and sit as the pavilion master?"

"hiss!"

"Doesn't this mean open recruitment?"

The seniors looked at each other in amazement.

Wei An and Kong Chun froze for a long time, one can imagine how amazing what the leader said.

As a mecca for Chinese food, Baiyulou, the central food authority, has three pavilions under the highest position.

Wei An presides over the daily work.

Kong Chun repaired books, compiled a list of recipes, and filled the treasure house of the Forbidden City. In the past two days, there was news that Kong Chun and the Sage Carl had reached a common cooperation in the food database.

Huang He was originally responsible for teaching cooking. In other words, Huang He was the chief instructor of a group of chefs in Ouchi, and everyone below the pavilion owner would call him a teacher.

There is no doubt that who can replace Huang He and sit on this chair is the chief instructor of Baiyulou and even the group chefs in the Imperial Capital.

This position, this authority, can cause a major earthquake in China.

"What does the leader want to do?!"

Wei An muttered anxiously.

Kong Chun tightened his eyebrows, "In the Chinese world, is this a new round of reshuffle?"