Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

This is destined to be an unusual food halberd.

The footsteps gradually approached the steps leading to the front desk, the corridor was no longer empty, and under the corner in front stood several security personnel arranged by Liu.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, these security personnel all watched the teenager.

The eyes of these people looking at Xia Yu are just a microcosm of the audience at this halberd, with doubts, indifference, and encouragement.

Xia Yu didn't have the thought of waving to these security workers. He carried a black stick on his shoulder, carried a kitchen box, and walked straight. When he stepped up the steps, he ding, a sudden sound in his head made his whole body shake. For a moment.

Oori, why forgot the task!

Both hands were busy, otherwise Xia Yu would definitely pat his forehead in a daze.

Quickly look at the new task just received.

""Break": Please the host win the key battle."

"Reward: [Food Tyrant Seed] (talent)."

"Failure penalty: delete number."

There is no long textual information, and the task content, rewards and even punishments are very simple and easy to understand.

Xia Yu twitched the corner of her mouth suddenly, "Wait, what do you mean by deleting this account?"

"The mission fails, and the host is branded with unpalatable marks, then all the stored character data is cleared." The mechanical sound of the system caused a drop of cold sweat on Xia Yu's forehead.

Be good.

Role data cleared?

"Then what, my existence will be wiped out?" His throat tightened.

When the obliteration of this stalk might fall on her head, Xia Yu found that she couldn't laugh.

"will not."

The system gave a clear answer, but Xia Yu found that he could not relax. If he was defeated, the results of his year of hard work would be in vain. Although he retained the hope of retraining, the system data was the same thing. The shame that cannot be erased!

Can't lose!

After taking a breath, Xia Yu looked resolute, and then raised his foot to step up the stairs leading to the front desk. The sky filled the sky with lights quickly falling from the head. Unlike in a claustrophobic tunnel, a pair of eyes looked like this, so much attention. , It seems to activate the excitement factor hidden in the blood.

"Is that guy here early."

From afar, he glanced at another open kitchen on the stage, Wei Zhong stared at him coldly from behind the kitchen counter.

Xia Yu walked into her kitchen and kept communicating with the system, "System, what is [Food Tyrant Seed], can you explain it clearly so that I can be more motivated!"

"This talent is the core of the Shiba system, and its status is equivalent to the cooking spirit of the Shiyi system."

"Getting this talent makes it easier for the host to control fantasy ingredients, and a wider world of unthinkable ingredients will open to the host."

I don't know why, the system's mechanical tone as always, but inexplicably, made Xia Yu feel seduced.

Is it a door to a wider world?

Xia Yu wanted to laugh. More doubts should be pressed in the bottom of my heart first. He stopped, and the kitchen box fell on the floor. As for the dark stick on his shoulder, it ran straight across the kitchen counter in front of him.

call--

At this point, Xia Yu had to spare time, interrupted communication with the system, and looked up at the darkened auditorium in front of him.

Several cameras, either on the ground or in mid-air, extend the robotic arm.

The silent venue, the shots of rebroadcasting their real-time status to the world, and the judging panel not far away, the eyes of Lan Fengxian, Old Grandpa Liu and others...

There is no fluctuation in the heart.

Xia Yu said with a chuckle in her heart: "This scene is not much different from past events and halberds, but the opponent..."

He cast his gaze to the opposite kitchen again.

Seeing the shadow standing with arms folded, Xia Yu's pupils shrank slightly, her heart resting on her chest, and he let out a sullen breath, "Boom!"

Spit out onomatopoeia like a stranger.

"Ha, that's right, that's the feeling of throbbing!"

His unwavering expression was gradually replaced by a smile from the heart.

In the lens, the smile of the teenager is extremely contagious.

Ye Feizhou, who was in the first row of the guest seat, looked up at the broadcast screen. The magnified young face, dongdong, dongdongdong, faintly sounded a rush of war drums, and a layer of black clouds swept across the sky. The small mountain town on the ground seems to be swept away by the wind.

Roar!

From the thick black cloud, the black dragon, who was making waves, poked out a head, and his eyes were clearly excited.

Ye Feizhou felt his rapid heartbeat, "Is this his voice?"

"Ok?"

Wei Zhong, who was locked by Xia Yu's gaze, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Do you call yourself a dragon?" There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of your mouth. "If you are a dragon, then it is also a young dragon that does not become a climate. At this time, I should hibernate in the potential deep pool. Don't come out and make waves!"

"My generation, not old, this is not your time!"

boom!

Wei Zhong slapped him on the kitchen counter. In a short time, Ye Feizhou saw the dark clouds and black dragons pressing down on the city, and immediately declared that the earth collapsed, and there was a pair of golden palms, like the handprints of the Tathagata falling from the sky. The evil dragon!

"Look at my dragon capture technique--"

In the camera, Wei Zhong's lips moved, as if conveying such a lip.

Xia Yu's mouth also closed silently.

Three arrows?

Wei Zhong frowned, what do you mean!

"clang!"

At this time, the golden gong sounded from the sidelines, and the hostess Qi Qingyan said loudly: "I announce that this halberd eating has officially started!"

"The cooking time for halberd is limited to 2 hours!"

"Competitors are free to use any kitchen utensils and ingredients. The final result will be determined by the number of votes in the judging. The first 3 votes will automatically win!"

it has started!

Xia Yu immediately retracted his gaze, lowered his head, and picked up a bag of flour according to the kitchen counter.

For pastry, flour is the first element.

As for the recipe or something, Xia Yu had prepared it a few days earlier, so this food halberd was different from the past. The opening gong just fell, and both Xia Yu and Wei Zhong immediately entered the working state.

Different from Xia Yu's initial steps of taking flour, Wei Zhong first spread a large piece of fresh pork on the cutting board!

"It's just ordinary pork, not a fantasy ingredient?"

There are whispers underneath.

"Cut, I have never seen those fantasy ingredients used by the kitchen and bathroom!" a guest said with a smile.

"Look--"

Taking the pork, Wei Zhong took the toolbox he brought with him and took a straight blade for cutting meat. At the same time, his left hand was not idle, and he also took a small dagger in the toolbox that seemed to specialize in processing fruits and vegetables. Shaped kitchen blade.

!

Start working together!

The lens zoomed in to capture many small and surprising details.

"Did you see, my goodness, pork cubes are like a machine punched out, a slice is the size of a soybean cube!"

"And these white particles of fruits and vegetables... are they horseshoes?"

A small knife skill shook many audiences.

In the guest seat, Lan Fengxian looked solemnly, "This masterful control can only be achieved by cultivating the "Hand of God" to the level of proficiency!He is indeed Huang He's proud disciple, and he has learned most of the old guy's kung fu for himself!"

Wang Gong and Grandpa Liu also stared at Wei Zhong's hand holding a knife, "This is a living manipulator!"

The focus is not on a box of famous kitchen blades, but on these hands!

No matter how sharp a kitchen knife is, it is also a foreign object, but if the hands have the dexterity of the world, like a personal talent, it can be compared to the god-level talents of super olfactory, super vision, and super hearing. It is very scary.

no doubt.

Most of Wei Zhong's cooking skills are focused on these hands.

"Well, the salt is salty, so the amount can be less." Before adding refined salt to the pork and mixing it with other seasonings, Wei Zhong rolled up his tongue and covered his fingernails with a few grains of salt, and sent them into his mouth to carefully screen the taste of the salt.

Due to the significant difference in the production area of ​​salt, the salt produced in each area is either slightly salty, or relatively light, or has a lot of trace elements.

In the eyes of celebrity chefs, it is necessary to control these details!