Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Juxiajiang is definitely not a spoof term, but it does exist.

In "Zhonghua Yifan", Liu Subaru once used the legendary kitchen utensils to turn the dragon pot, and in a short period of time, he refined the "ju under a sauce" that took a full year to make.

One year...

Tsk, this training time is enough to explain the strong flavor of Ju downstairs, right?

Fairy Bei is the creator of Juxiajiang.

Naturally, the taste of the shell fairy is the pure original taste of Juxia sauce.Nothing wrong.

"Original sauce!" Xia Yu grabbed her chin and smiled at the corner of her mouth. He went to the store warehouse and checked the income, only to find that the warehouse space was empty. He immediately said in amazement, "System, where about the sauce?"

Beep.

A holographic projection map of the chrysanthemum coming downstairs appeared in front of him.

On the map, there are flashing red dots.

Xia Yu played a game somehow, with black lines appearing on her forehead, how could she have a sense of sight to open a treasure map, hey, this is treasure digging!

Yesterday it took a whole day to bring Ju downstairs and get familiar with it carefully.

The layout of the backyard is almost entirely in his mind, and even if Xia Yu is a hopeless road idiot, there is a system, and he can easily find the specific location of the red dot.

An ancient well, in front of Xia Yu.

This is obviously a waste well. Not far away is a wall overgrown with moss. On the other side of the wall is a deep alley.

The alleys are full of old houses.

The bricks and stones around the ancient well are exposed, and there are blue bricks. It has been last year, and there are subtle cracks. It looks slippery in the early morning. You must be careful not to fall when you step up.

Xia Yu walked forward two steps, hey, his eyes were attracted by a brand-new porcelain bowl on the well platform around the ancient well with a significantly different style of painting.

An unspeakable smell of smell drifted along the breeze.

Sniffing his nose, Xia Yu looked surprised, "This is Juxiajiang? But why is it here!"

Look down at the deep and secluded ancient well.

Boom.

The echo of his small step forward was echoed inside Gujing, with an inexplicable heart palpitation.

While holding the bowl, Xia Yu said to the system: "...Can you identify this ancient well for me?"

"The current exploration conditions are insufficient."

The system responded coldly.

what.

Xia Yu was not disappointed, but shook his head and gave a funny laugh. Isn't the system statement that this place has no silver three hundred taels?

He suddenly moved so little thought.

Since the "Chrysanthemum Sauce", a specialty of Juxialou, is derived from this, it is impossible to deduce it, such as the extremely cold water of Baiyulou, there is also the weirdness of Zibuyu?

Xia Yu, who has long understood the so-called "inside world", dare to think boldly.

My boyfriend is bad

but.

It was not the time to be entangled in the origins of Gujing and Juxiajiang. Xia Yu looked up and saw the sky gradually climbing towards the sun, muttering: "They are coming soon too..."

Around noon, two media teams arrived at Ju downstairs one after another.

Speaking of which, the leaders of the two teams are all acquaintances.

One is Qi Qingyan.

The other person is Mu Xiaoyue.

In addition to hosting major events such as competitions and eating halberd, Qi Qingyan is usually the head of the National Taiwan Food Channel.

As for Mu Xiaoyue, when Xia Yu Yu Nihong first took over the shop, it brought a lot of joy to the teenager.

This year, not only Xia Yu is growing up, but Mu Xiaoyue has also turned from an Internet celebrity gourmet to the founder of the popular food We Media of "Witness Classics". She even appeared on this year’s meeting as a judge. The stage for hunting.

It's been a few days since eating halberd, but the influence is still fermenting rapidly, to places outside of China...

Xia Yu looked at the woman sitting in front of him.

Official media, folk media.

It's all here.

There are too many media trying to interview him. Xia Yu chose these two instead of other people, which is very good.

Qi Qingyan was dressed in an off-white skirt, with his legs close together, sitting opposite.

"... Chef Xia, do you still remember Lao Lao's evaluation of your current cooking achievements on the night of eating the halberd? What do you think about holding that key to yourself? What do you think?"

"How long do you think it will be before you can really open that dragon door?"

One question after another.

Mu Xiaoyue and Qi Qingyan asked alternately. Xia Yu maintained a calm smile, not shy of cold and heat, and gave good answers to all questions.

of course.

The purpose of his interview is not just to increase exposure and harvest a wave of fame.

It was already afternoon when the interview was over. Xia Yu stood up and said to a group of workers in the house: "Everyone is lucky."

"where!"

"Chef Xia, you have worked hard!"

The male and female workers said hurriedly.

Xia Yu bent down slightly and made a gesture of invitation, "Please come with me. I have a small hospitality to thank you all."

Invite everyone to the back kitchen of Ju downstairs.

Qi Qingyan and Mu Xiaoyue watched Xia Yu put on aprons in public, and carefully cleaned their hands in front of the sink, and couldn't help but look at each other.

Cooking dishes on site.

This is no small treat.

Seeing the excitement and excitement of the team members around, the two were both stunned and pleasantly surprised.

"Sister Qi, do you want to continue shooting?" the female assistant asked.Miss richest man in the world

Qi Qingyan glanced at the shooting equipment and smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, "Shoot, why not shoot, since he wants to act in a play, we will help to the end!"

The female assistant tilted her head and puzzled.Qi Qingyan laughed but said nothing.

As smart as her, she could vaguely guess what Xia Yu thought in her heart, but the guess needs to be confirmed.

Xia Yu turned to bring in a whole page of fresh pork, took the blade, cut the meat with the knife, and did not forget to tell Liu Ying, who had already got up and washed up, "Sakura, did you see the wooden barrel in the corner? Pour out the water in the bucket, put the glutinous rice in the basket, and drain the water."

Pork, glutinous rice.

Then there was another yellow catfish that was still alive in a tank.

There are pumpkins.

The miscellaneous ingredients give everyone a strong sense of sight.Qi Qingyan said in shock, "Ah, isn't this the full set of ingredients for Wei Zhong's "Three Steamed One" recipe?"

...

At the same time, the big hospital in Jingchu province.

Roof.

Wei Zhong, with a haggard face in a hospital gown, held on to the railing, staring at the crowd coming and going under the hospital.

A female nurse covered her hat and shouted not far away: "Master Chef, it's windy. Go back to the ward soon. Someone sees you."

Wei Zhong slowly turned around, "Chef Wei? Huh."

The smile was full of defeat.

"Please don't call me like that anymore!" He grabbed the stone under the guardrail and deducted a row of clearly visible bloodstains, "I lost, and I am no longer a chef!"

"waste!"

In the corridor behind the nurse, there was a cold shout suddenly.

Huang He came with his hand to pick up the level.

"My disciple of Huanghe, even if he is beaten to hell, he must try to return to the world from hell!"

Wei Zhong threw himself down on his knees, lowered his head, not knowing his expression, but his tears were blown by the gale and floated in the air.

Suddenly hissed and pulled open the medical suit, Wei Zhong knelt, moved around and showed the unerasable imprint on his back to Huang He, "I have been...forever sinking!"

Huang He's pupils shrink slightly.

In the skin and flesh, the word'unpalatable' is quite eye-catching.

With a heavy bang, Wei Zhong leaned on the ground of the rooftop and choked with sobs: "I am now a lonely and wild ghost outside the world. I am repelled by others. My situation is worse than that of a rat crossing the street. Filial piety!"

"Get up" Huang He looked gloomy, grabbed Wei Zhong's shoulders, and saw Ruo Ji's son and apprentice crying in front of him, feeling that his heart was tightened.His lips murmured, and Huang He's eyes felt sorrowful, "It's my fault! We underestimated the enemy, no, we fell into the trap of Xia's grandson!"

"Xia Qing!!"

The ferocious voice echoed on the rooftop.

The female nurse didn't know when she quietly covered the door and stepped back from the roof. She heard the dull roar on the stairs and was so scared that she covered her mouth.