Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

"Rumble..."

Early in the morning, there was the sound of cart wheels in the food shopping street called Liujiaxiang.

Xia Yu dressed up as a passerby, wearing a hat and a mask, and pushing the car, while his registered disciple Liu Ying, who is still a double ponytail, made her early morning and dressed her daughter clean and beautiful.Liu Ying stepped in and helped Xia Yu cart.

The car is the usual mobile food stall.

Of course, thanks to Zhu Qing, there is a fixed booth, so you don't have to be afraid of the urban management brigade, which claims to have the strongest combat power on the surface, to drive people and seize the car.

The stall is on this street, but on the street, close to a university town.

At about 7 or 8 in the morning, the food stall was set up in a fixed position. Liu Ying could only watch Xia Yu constantly fetching kitchenware and food materials and organizing the stall.It's obviously a small car, but there are a lot of things hidden inside.

There are two stoves that can be fired normally, and they use special fuels. They are professional hot stoves. The fried potato shreds can be put on the plate in about six or seven seconds.

The ingredients are mainly flour, pay attention to the sign of the food stall

Liu's fried noodles!

Why is it that the focus is on fried noodles?

Last night, Xia Yu thought about it. He set up a food stall to give special training to the named disciple in terms of psychological quality, so that she could see more people and get rid of this problem.

At the same time, he also has a fried noodle recipe "Seven Kingdoms Unification Fried Noodles" for Liu Ying's cooking skills!

No doubt.

The purpose of learning this recipe is to strengthen Liu Ying's sensitivity to "heat" and to lay a solid foundation for learning explosive cooking skills.

Xia Yu pondered that the cooking skills he has learned to perfection and stamped his own genre are nothing more than explosive inflammation and spice inequality.

The inequality of spices is actually the empirical study of spices. It depends on the accumulation of time and is not a rapid development. Without the "smell of God" qualifications like Ye Shanliang, you may not have any significant results if you concentrate on studying for several years.

But the explosion is different and easy to learn. Xia Yu's first-hand cooking skills are also it. A master leads the door, so don't learn the green and blue explosions too easily.

"All right!"

Putting a bag of flour beside the cart, Xia Yu turned to unfold a wooden recliner, threw the pillows on it, and lay down on the chair, looking very comfortable and comfortable.

"Just follow the recipe. Today's minimum goal is to sell 20 servings of fried noodles. When will we sell this amount? When will we close the stall."

Liu Ying's face wrinkled tightly.

"20 copies..."

She looked at Xia Yu, who closed her eyes on the recliner after speaking, her eyes flickered, and she was obviously shy.

This street is already lively, plus the location is close to the university town, and the street is already full of passers-by around eight o'clock in the morning.

I stood blankly for at least five or six minutes. A passer-by walked past the fried noodle stall and saw a little girl dressed up as a small girl, standing there silently and silently, and then, behind the stall, the guy who seemed to be the owner of the stall, Lazy in the recliner.

"very strange"

A couple of college students, male and female, are coming out of the off-campus apartment, ready to go to the campus for class and have breakfast on the way.

The two locked onto the sign of the fried noodle stall and looked for it directly.

The female student shouted at the other end of the recliner: "Is there any business? We want to order two fried noodles."

Xia Yu, who had been "sleeping", didn't say a word.

"Excuse me..."

The male student talked about his girlfriend who wanted to ask again, and said disgustedly, "Let's go, come out to do business and sleep late, the cooking is definitely not reliable! Let's go to the restaurant where we usually eat!"

The two quickly moved to the battlefield, which was another food stall on the same street.

This is the only guest who came to the booth to ask questions within ten minutes.

For a long time, the booth was filled with an atmosphere called embarrassment.

"No, it can't be like this anymore!"

Liu Ying silently cheered herself up, "Isn't it just selling food and entertaining guests? This is the only way for every successful chef. You must do it, Liu Ying, come on!"

She secretly glanced back at the quiet boy on the recliner, with a relieved expression on her face.

"Can't let Mr. Xia down..."

In his head, the scene of Xia Yu's appointment with her this morning could not help.

"Sakura, this special training will take at least a week. Of course, if you don’t want it, I won’t force it. It’s all up to your personal wishes. And if you can achieve the business goals I set out every day, I will Give you corresponding rewards..." The young man patted the girl's head.

reward!

Reward for cooking!

Even just a few words that can be understood are precious to Liu Ying, who longs for a higher and farther view.

She is young, but she also has little wisdom, knowing that it is difficult to lead the way.Girls at this age are often much more mature than boys and think more, otherwise, how could Liu Ying go downstairs with her heart to take back the place her father had guarded during his lifetime.

"20 fried noodles!"

Once again talking about today's business goals, the shyness and dodge in Liu Ying's eyes were replaced by stubbornness.

I can!

There is no ready-made noodles at the fried noodle stalls, and handmade noodles need to be homemade.

She picked up the recipe note on the kitchen counter of the stall, took a look at it, her face wrinkled again.

"Seven-nation unified fried noodles? How should this, this be done!"

Liu Ying had a feeling of turning around, her face pale.

She couldn't understand this recipe at all, it was so profound.

Just as the fighting spirit that was finally raised was about to be extinguished by a basin of cold water, Liu Ying caught a glimpse of the bottom sentence of the recipe note, which was obviously Xia Yu's special note:

I forgot all the above, you just have to remember this sentence

Roll the pee cow pellets into strips.

"Ah" couldn't help covering his mouth, stunned, "Could it be that Pee Niu Wan is the main body of the unified fried noodles of the Seven Nations?"

Thinking about it, Liu Ying showed a strange color on her face again. She ran from side to side, and finally found a well-sealed transparent bag among the pile of ingredients on the small table next to her.

Pulling out the fresh-keeping bag layer by layer, Liu Ying stared at the scarlet minced meat with big eyes, and then sniffed the thick beef smell coming from her nose, and said with joy: "So Mr. Xia is ready for me!"

A bag full of minced meat. The main meat is beef tenderloin, but there are also skin jelly and shrimps. Liu Ying grabbed a little bit of the pretty little Qiong’s nose and placed it in her palm. She sniffed and sniffed, “When breaking, you should put it in. I have ginger onions, rice wine, eggs and other spices..."

"Sure enough, it's the raw material for peeing cow pills!"

Liu Ying pursed her mouth, picked up the bag, and jumped onto the small stool to work normally in front of the kitchen counter. She took out a large mass of minced meat and placed it on a clean cutting board. In her head was Xia Yu’s special note, "Take it into a strip. ?"

Swish.

She tried it, looked at the barely striped meat, and she chuckled out with her tongue out, "Hey, how come you look like a red slug, it's disgusting!"

It's definitely not right!

Liu Ying did not rush for a second attempt, but bowed her head, thinking and wisdom beyond her age in her big eyes.

Passers-by came and went, pointing to the charming Lolita standing on the stool.

"Whose child of this family?"

"Liu's fried noodles? It's a new stall, no wonder I have no impression!"

A little further away, Lei Aoxue looked at the young man who had been "sleeping" on the recliner, biting his lip.

After all, unable to help curiosity, Lei Aoxue went to the booth.

At this time, Liu Ying has already started her second attempt.

She uses high-gluten flour to mix minced meat and stirs with water. It is well known that kneading dough requires strength, but it is not deadly, and requires superb strength skills.

Snapped!

Snapped!

The kitchen counters with limited space in the stall were properly used. Liu Ying's forehead was overflowing with sweat, and a large mass of slightly reddish dough was gradually kneaded and formed under her delicate and delicate palms. With repeated kneading, the texture became Smoother and more delicate.

"call……"

Liu Ying wiped her sweat and smiled, "Sure enough, if you don't mix it with flour, how can it be noodles! I blame me for being too stupid. Fortunately, I didn't wake up Mr. Xia to give me a hint, otherwise he would be disappointed in me! "

"Well, after waking up for half an hour, you can make handmade lasagna!" she said to herself.

Lei Aoxue quietly saw this and couldn't help but say, "What kind of face are you?"

"Ah!" Liu Ying was startled, her small body swayed on the stool, almost not falling.She didn't know Lei Aoxue, a stranger, and she was staring at her sharply...

Liu Ying lowered her head.

"Yes, yes..." He was so flustered that he couldn't speak very sharply.