Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

The breathing is very slight, but it does exist.

Xia Yu noticed.

A really old monk also noticed.

Chewing and swallowing the ramen in his mouth, the old monk put his palms together solemnly, and respectfully thanked the bowl of ramen in front of him.

"Withered trees in spring..."

Soon the old monk stared at the young man inexplicably.

Xia Yu smiled, "More strictly speaking, it is an old tree blooming."

"Old tree?"

That breath swayed violently like a candle in the wind, obviously full of curiosity about the saying of'old trees blooming'.

"It" is probably satisfied with this bowl of Wabi Ramen.

Xia Yu has this confidence.

Strictly speaking, the real Wabi Ramen is actually clear broth ramen, that is, the kind of noodles with soup without any side dishes, not even the garnished green onion.

But to put it bluntly, isn't'Wabi Ji' like that?

Let go of the outside and go straight to the source!

In other words, the format of ramen, including soup, noodles, and dishes, is not important.

"'Old Tree' is this bowl of noodles."

A refreshing smile spread across Xia Yu's mouth.

"Nothing has changed, right?"

"It's no different from the'dragon face' that Chinatown spread to the entire island country, right?"

He asked into the air.

Ask and answer yourself.

The eyes of a really old monk flickered, and he didn't bother.

As for Shanben Xiashu and Qingmu Zongtai, there is a kind of "quiet" written on their faces. They and Xia Yu, the old monk and "it" seem to be in different planes of the world.

"no difference?"

Whispering in a low voice, the delicate little monk gradually became real.

"But why did I eat'fresh'?"

"One year spent similar, each year is different."

"The noodles are still the bowl of noodles. It's just that, I am not a past chef, I am in this new generation, so if you eat the noodles I made, of course it is different from the past." Xia Yu said.

"Is that so... the chef is different, and the person is replaced, will the taste change..."

Xia Yu smiled slightly, "No matter what the food is righteous, no matter what the artistic conception of food is based on'people'. It's not just the hands and techniques of cooking. My thoughts and my characteristics are all'melted in one furnace'. Give food."

"So, what you eat is fresh."

"This is, this generation of Wabi Ramen, are you satisfied?"

The little monk pondered for a long time, slowly raising his head, and his delicate face, which had not been showing much expression, gradually revealed a sunny smile.

"So that's it..."

"So this is ah!"

"This is your wabi-sabi, and people are the simplest source of your wabi-sabi!"

The little monk took his chopsticks and ate meat, noodles and soup.

While chewing, he lightly closed his eyes, his face full of relief.

The obsession is gone.

It turns out that the'wabi-sabi' he has been obsessed with, the freshness, has been hidden in the torrent of time.

'Ramen', or noodles, will never grow old.

Even if the recipe gets old, people and chefs change from generation to generation, and the same bowl of noodles will eventually taste different.Even if the same materials are used.

This is what Xia Yu gave to ramen——

Time, life!

More profoundly, it is eternal change and freshness that never dissipates!

"Brother..."

Hearing the sound, a really old monk looked at the case.

The little monk is disappearing, his legs on the tatami are broken.

"I see,'Dragon Face' spreads the reason why everyone loves it." The extremely sincere and innocent smile was written on the young monk's immature face, "It turns out that'it' is always fresh and changed. I saw it. The vitality of this kind of cooking, so I feel at ease..."

The abbot Yizhen put his palms together and lowered his head slightly.

His expression was in a trance.

As if going back to the beginning of the century, outside a ramen shop called'Yoshii Noodle House' in Chinatown, the teenager looked at the disappointed guests who left, and said very unwillingly:

"I will keep this bowl of noodles'fresh' forever!"

"Guests will always be enthusiastic about dragon noodles! They won't get bored!"

Ding.

System prompt.

Xia Yu was surprised to see a prompt message on the retina, "Dragon-level must kill", is this?

"...Has created an unnamed must-kill ramen recipe."

"Host, please name it."

I've been struggling for more than a month, and I can't sleep at night. Isn't it just waiting for such a prompt from the system, but Xia Yu found that he was not happy at all. What kind of trouble is this?

Too casual.

Moreover, this is not the "dragon-level must kill" in his mind.

"Name? Whatever you want, the system chooses a default name." Xia Yu didn't even bother to think about it.

"It has been added to the host recipe column, please check it out!"

Xia Yu rolled his eyes.

"My kill, it shouldn't be like this." He took a breath, barely let go of his emotions, and did not care about any new recipes, but checked the task panel for the first time.

really!

Binoculars climbed into a rich joy.

"The host completed one of his personal memorabilia!"

"Get *1."

There was an extra copy of the golden fragment. Xia Yu quickly opened the inventory, and when she shifted her gaze to the corresponding golden fragment, a bullet box asked:

"Do you want to synthesize?"

"synthesis!"

I couldn't wait to growl out of my heart.

"Get the complete recipe..."

"Learn!"

Keep shouting.

Suddenly, the familiar feeling of acupuncture came from the center of the eyebrows.

Xia Yu grinned, "The source of light, the end of China's recipe for the light world, I got it!"

Just as he was about to put his head on his hips and laughed, full of the aura of Zhong Er, at this moment, someone pushed him.

The abbot Yizhen has stood up and patted his shoulder, "You come with me."

Xia Yu nodded to follow.

At the door, he looked back at the dimly-lit cafeteria, the existence of the little monk had been completely wiped out, Shanben Natsuki and Aoki Zongtai also finished the hot ramen, unbuttoned and unbuttoned the monk's clothes.

Follow the old monk all the way to his abbot's courtyard.

This time, Xia Yu was welcomed into his private residence by the old monk. It was a small study outside the bedroom with antique furnishings. He found a place to sit down. After a while, the abbot Yizhen took the book and a copy of the pan Huang's newspaper was placed on the table in front of Xia Yu.

"I want to thank you."

The old monk said: "You can also be regarded as solving my worry."

Xia Yu knew what he was referring to, and said indifferently: "It's okay, just go with it, and ah, I also benefited a lot from it. I got a very real "must kill"."

The abbot had been stunned for a while, shook his head and smiled, pointing to the large stack of yellowed newspapers in his hand, and handing it out to Xia Yu, "Yoshii Masayoshi, my fellow junior, find out."

The newspaper is well preserved, with smooth edges and no wrinkles.

However, the newspaper is still yellowing, which shows that it is a bit old, and Xia Yu flipped through it in doubt. On the cover of the first page, his expression suddenly shocked.

The date is 1915.

The first page of the newspaper is bolded and marked with the name of the newspaper——.

The first news of the first edition, with pictures, and the title reads:

"Yoshii Zhen, a child prodigy of generations, god of dragon face..."

Look carefully at the content, but it is a memorial article.

His accomplishments in'Dragon Face' earned him the title of God in the island country's gourmet world.

He was identified as the next head of Shilin Temple.

He has made an indelible contribution to the spread of ramen in island countries.

of course.

This is another matter of time and space.

At least in his previous life, Xia Yu had never heard of such a long-standing professional newspaper.

In the black-and-white picture, the young man is facing the camera, full of energy.

"Dragon noodles will never go out of style..."

Xia Yu caught a glimpse of a sentence quoted in the article, was silent for a while, closed the newspaper, and looked up at the old monk who was sitting across from him, "So he left his obsession?"

The old monk nodded, "You showed him the vitality of this kind of cuisine that will never be dimmed."

"Really?" Xia Yu smiled, his eyes swept away.

"this is……?"

Another book is still on the case.

"Yoshii Zhen's Dragon Face Experience Handbook." An old monk laughed and said, "This is the reward you deserve for entertaining him."

Xia Yu's eyes flickered.

He was very dissatisfied with the so-called kill.

Because the recipe is not what he imagined.

So, can this handbook of tips help him to further derive his'must kill'?

Xia Yu felt that he hadn't walked far on the road of'Wabi Ji', and there was still a lot of room for development and excavation.

In addition.

What about'extremely superior'?

Is it possible for the two to merge?

For a time, Xia Yu's heart was numb, and coupled with the recipe information flow that was congested in his head before he had time to sort out, it was a long cooking journey!