Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

The next day, Xia Yu arrived as promised.

"Probably this is it."

Looking at the mobile phone text messages, the content is nothing more than welcoming him to visit, and attach a detailed address.

This is a prosperous neighborhood not inferior to Juxialou. If you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find restaurants and snack bars along the street. The signs are often written with the words Liu, such as Liu San Baozi Shop and Liu Si Leng Eat Rabbit.

Undoubtedly, this is the gourmet shopping street where chefs of Liu's descendants gather.

Xia Yu stood in front of a congee and noodle restaurant.

Look up at the sign, "Scent of the house?"

It was in the morning, when it was time for work and school. The small restaurant business was booming. This time, Xia Yu rarely let go of his daily practice in the morning and chose to go out alone to visit. This shows that he attaches great importance to the candidate.

Just as Xia Yu said to Zhu Qing yesterday, he is not just for fun

Entering the store and found an empty table to sit down, a young voice said hello: "Hello, this guest, the menu is on the table, you can see what you want to eat..."

Liu Feng brought a notebook and a ballpoint pen.

The words stopped abruptly.

Single teenagers of the same age are at the table, looking at him with a smile.

"Give me a full set of signature dishes." Xia Yu said.

"You, wait a minute!"

Liu Feng stuttered, staggering away in the astonishment of the customers in the store.

Xia Yu lowered his head and pulled up the mask, so the guests could only point out and whisper to the young man wearing the mask.

The restaurant’s kitchen is open, with showcases and dining tables. Guests can have a panoramic view of the kitchen while standing in the shop.Surprisingly, there is only one charming female chef in the kitchen busy. The shop is almost full, but cooking and serving are orderly, and there is no imaginary complaint.

After a while, Liu Feng brought up a bowl of porridge and a bowl of noodles, "This is my mother's specialty dish, you can try it!"

When Xia Yu noticed a glance at the other end of the shop window, Xia Yu looked over and met the female chef's eyes.

Nodding hello to each other.

"That should be Liu Ying's mother."

Xia Yuxin said.

Mother Liu should know his identity. In addition to looking up, her eyes are more of amazement and respect, but this female chef is different from her son who has lost her composure. She has wisdom and calmness in doing things.

She chose to greet each other in the kitchen instead of leaving the kitchen when the guests are busy. Didn't she also explain her respect for other guests?This is the professional attitude that a sophisticated chef should have.

Until this morning, the small restaurant became deserted. When only Xia Yu's table was left, Liu Mufang made money.

"Well, are you satisfied with our Manxiangtang's signature congee and noodles?"

With a soft tone, when you hear the voice, you know that you are a qualified mother.

On the table are two large porcelain bowls that are empty.

"Very satisfied!"

Xia Yu was so full that he sat and waited with a smile, without urging.

Mother Liu smiled openly, "Satisfaction is fine."

"By the way, about Sakura..." She turned her words, but she hesitated after speaking, as if she was ashamed to say something, but after all, she was a mother. She took a breath and asked boldly: "Did you like Sakura?"

Those eyes that were still wise in the kitchen fixedly looked at Xia Yu, fluctuating violently and losing their calm.

I'm afraid that any parent in the industry, knowing that the Dignified Demon King is fond of his own children, probably performed similarly.

"..."

"Well, can you change the word?" Xia Yu rubbed her temples in distress.

Mother Liu was stunned. Seeing the embarrassment on Xia Yu's face, she repeated her own words in a low voice, and a smile suddenly appeared in her eyes, "Oh, it's not a fancy, it's a photo."

"Don't!"

Xia Yu always felt that the meaning of the word was more subtle than the word he was admiring. It made him look like he had come to ask for a kiss. He coughed, "Aunt Liu, let me just say it. I intend to accept Sakura in, but I am not a formal disciple. In my opinion, I intend to let her name her first."

Mother Liu had a surprise on her face, and then she was disappointed.

Just a nominal disciple?

This identity is similar to that of an apprentice, not a disciple who can inherit the mantle of master.

Mother Liu didn't doubt Xia Yu's qualifications as Master Liu Ying because of Xia Yu's young age and her son's age.

The new king of the Chinese world, the unquestionable young generation king, and the real Lin Chu...

This qualification is enough to become a famous teacher. If Xia Yu releases the news that he intends to accept a disciple, many students in the world will sharpen their heads and go to the gate of the Demon King Xia.

"Sakura is grateful for your love, I will thank you for her first, but..."

Mother Liu hesitated.

"What?" Xia Yu was surprised, "Sakura's aptitude, I think it is excellent, Aunt Liu disagrees?"

"No, no!" Mother Liu smiled bitterly, and said clearly, "Sakura is very afraid of strangers. She has been like this since she was a child. She is early, but she also locks herself at home for years and years, so I will do it. Mom can't tell her at all."

"I think that Sakura's basic qualities as a chef are flawed. It is a flaw in personality, which is difficult to correct."

Mother Liu's face was bitter and helpless.

Xia Yu frowned slightly.

Isn't it just a house, but the house is overdone, and the personality is distorted. Maybe I am afraid of going out to meet outsiders. This is a problem.

Just like Yuan Yue’s Tian Suohui, although she is a country girl who is easily shy and nervous, she can finally stand on the stage of any kind of culinary showdown with her chest tall and show her own colors in full view.

Then, after all, the chef has to face all kinds of customers, and he can refuse to communicate with customers too much, but he must not be afraid of life.

"Very serious?"

Xia Yu raised her eyebrows, as if asking with confirmation.

Mother Liu and Feng Liu both nodded.

"But yesterday..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Feng quickly explained: "That is the monthly fixed date for Xiaoying and Uncle Liu Lan. She only has this time to go out."

At the same time, a voice came from outside the door:

"I also agreed to her unreasonable engagement in order to get Sakura out more."

Ju went downstairs to the contemporary owner Liu Lan and walked into the small restaurant.

He put an exquisite wooden food box on the dining table and nodded to Mother Liu, "Brother sister, this is the rice cake distributed by the master's house. I'll bring it to you."

Mother Liu said: "Big brother in trouble."

"Let me take care of you more before Brother Yun passed away, as I should." Liu Lan's honest face had a smile.

Xia Yu got up suddenly and said to Liu Feng: "Take me to see Sakura first."

Walk to the front of a house.

At the door, I faintly heard movement in the yard.

"Boom!"

Mother Liu knocked on the door, "Sakura, Mr. Xia is here to see you."

"Boom--"

There was the harsh sound of metal appliances falling, and an ouch exclaimed, "Wait! Don't come in yet!"

Xia Yu could hear a string of light footsteps quickly approaching the door, but disappeared at the door.

Just across a door, it was obvious that Lolita put her hand on the door lock and was about to open it, but she couldn't see the next action.

The air froze.