Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

When Wujin'Xingzhe' arrived at the Great Wall village of Jiankou, the small scenic market in the suburbs, the lively scene was almost like the Chenghuang Temple on holidays, and there was almost no place to stand among the crowd.

"Dudu."

A news shock came from the phone in my pants pocket. It was an announcement from the "Dark Cooking Circle Exchange Group":

Everyone gathers in a special stand, we are in this position.

A road map is attached to the announcement.

With a glance, Wu Jin knew where the meeting place was. He was following the crowd to climb the Wild Great Wall. It was about one o'clock in the afternoon and half an hour before the opening. This time was the hottest time of the day.

Gradually, the surrounding people became sparser, because as the climb, the section of the Wild Great Wall became more and more precarious, and because it had not undergone strict official renovation, the walls of the Wild Great Wall were more damaged, and then walked a few dozen meters forward. Some military police wearing camouflage uniforms set up isolation lines to discourage or take tough measures to expel the people who are trying to keep going.

"Chef Wu, please."

A staff member checked Wu Jin’s chef badge and respectfully stepped aside.

The meeting point of the dark cooking world is on a tower of the Jiankou Great Wall.

This tower is well preserved and the terrain is relatively high. After Wu Jin climbed up, his vision suddenly opened up.

"Uncle Wu, you are here!"

'Xiaotianjixing' Wu Yingying waved hello.

At this time, dozens of people have gathered on the tower, including men and women, old and young, and they can be regarded as the most active elites in the dark world in China.

The leader Yan Qi is not here, and the real'Tianji Star' Wu Tong, as a leading cadre, is the well-deserved leader of this group of people.

In addition, the familiar faces, such as Yan Mo, red clothes, and a group of special chefs who once represented the dark world and went to the island country to participate in the Sapporo International Competition are also there.

"The main stand is there," Wu Yingying took the initiative to introduce and pointed her finger.

There is another large tower over twenty meters away.

What is remarkable is that in this tower, there are pack carriers going up and down, constantly carrying bags of food into the tower.

On the tower, the open-air kitchen has been built, and the kitchen counters are stacked along the wall, two horizontal and two vertical, and the land is divided into the city.

And outside the kitchen counter is a row of mahogany chairs carved with dragons and phoenixes.

Wu Jin also found the special stand of the Baiyu Tower. On the left hand side of the dark world stand, there was a hill, about fifty meters away, and each other could vaguely see the figures and faces on the other tower.An acquaintance also waved and greeted.

As for the ordinary people, separated by a distance, gathered on a complete section of the city wall near the halfway of the mountain, looking at the past from a high place to a low place, the dark and dense, the noise spreads far away in the quiet mountains.

"I'm afraid there are 10,000 or 20,000 people gathered." Wu Jin gasped slightly.

You know, this outdoor cooking, without any publicity, from yesterday’s preparations to today’s beginning, it’s just 24 hours, but it still attracts a huge crowd of spectators, it really proves the chef’s Attention?

"Look"

Wu Yingying pointed to a group of pack transporters, all of them with big waists, like Huashan's pickers. It was not easy to move bags of food from the bottom of the mountain to the steep tower on the tip of the mountain.

But the point is not how hard it is to pick a job. People are concerned about what is packed in the bulging and heavy bag.

The ingredients determine the content of the dishes.

What's more, this is an outdoor open-air cooking that the young Long Chef, who disappeared out of thin air for more than two months, suddenly started when he returned to China.

Who doesn't want to know the answer in advance, so that you can feel full of superiority and show off with others and friends.

"Uncle Wu, do you know what's in the bag?"

Wu Yingying's smile has the cunning smell of a female fox.

Although the news of outdoor cooking spread out overnight, the information on ingredients and recipes was particularly tightly covered.

"Rice? Noodles?"

Wu Jin stared at the sack on the back of a picker.

At the other end, Wu Tong held on to the wall stack of the stands, and stared at the huge tower in the middle, with a trace of yin prey hidden in his eyes.

The row of chairs in the center belongs to the top group of dragon kitchens in China.

The big treasure chair in the middle is of course the dragon head Zhuji.

As a veteran of the generation, Wu Tong, a major cadre in the dark cooking world, was excluded from the core circle.

Wu Tong knows exactly what this signal means.

In fact, since the last Qilinzi's naming ceremony, his plot has declared a miscarriage, and now...

The yin bird of prey is almost reduced to substance, Wu Tong thought in his heart:

"Outdoor open-air cooking?"

"What is he going to mess with? According to the truth, ordinary dragon-level recipes don't need to go so far. Zhu Ji does not die and does not have the leisurely mind to go crazy with the little boy. Dragon-level classic? Fish'" even more powerful?Going up the classics, it's very close to killing...Is it possible..."

The pupils shrank instantly.

Unbelievable thoughts came up, Wu Tong himself scared himself, "How long is this! Impossible!"

The huge tower on the top of the mountain, inside.

Xia Yu was alone, sitting quietly on a wooden stool, one meter away from his side, was a wooden ladder climbing to the top.

The last batch of ingredients was transported by the pickers. Ye Feizhou was sweating, and Wei Qinglian checked the ingredients piled up in the tower with Wei Qinglian, and immediately he woke Xia Yu and handed out a list of ingredients.

"Take a check, you see, if there is anything to add, hurry up, I will call the mountain to send another batch." Ye Feizhou held a pager.

With sweat, this thing is dark, oily, thick and big.

"What time is it?" Xia Yu glanced at the list and placed it on the table beside her hand.

"It's almost one and a half!"

Wei Qinglian looked at the ladies' watch.She was also very busy. Her face that was cold and cold from being close to others was flushed with sweat. Now the gods descended from the earth. If the crowd took pictures of her and posted them on the Internet, she would definitely have to suck another wave of goddess powder. .

cough.

At this time, a long shadow cast into the entrance of the tower.

The dragon head Zhu Ji led several dragon chefs from the inner circle of the Chinese circle and came in one by one.

"No problem?" Zhu Ji said concisely.

"Completely o***k!"

Xia Yu made a gesture.

Zhu Ji nodded, and went up to the top floor from the wooden ladder. Suddenly, outside the Great Wall wilderness, there was the sound of mountains and tsunamis.

There is no doubt about the popularity of the head of the Chinese food industry.

Next, Yan Qi, Kong Chun, Wei An, Li Wannian, and Lan Fengxian.

Uh?

The seventh person stopped, opened his mouth to Xia Yu, stopped talking, but shook his head and sighed on the ladder.

Xia Yu looked at the back of her old man Xia Qing, and said amusedly: "You can put your hanging heart down, I have a sense of measure."

Xia Qing didn't turn his head back, "Huh, you can do whatever you want!"

When he reached the top floor, he stood tall.

"The recipe, you learned from our handbook for the celestial nymph?"

Unexpectedly, the old man asked this suddenly, Xia Qing's voice was full of anger, and Xia Yu immediately felt the questioning eyes of Ye Feizhou and Wei Qinglian, and when he turned around, he knew that the old man was covering himself.

The past dry old recipes can be perfunctory.

But now, it is regarded as the source of the light world, a supreme ancient recipe.

Since Pleiades Liu disappeared a hundred years ago, this recipe and finished dishes have also disappeared. Even if his sister Liu Jinling has descendants, it is not a descendant of Pleiades Liu after all.

As a result, it is also dusty.

If a hundred years of dust sealed the opening, it opened.

Xia Yu should give the world a reasonable explanation.

And the handwriting left by Fairy Bei was also what caused Xia's disaster in the first place. It was a shield that couldn't be more real.

"Fuck! A wave of perfect cooperation!"

Just about to give the old man a thumbs up secretly, above the wooden ladder, the figure and the sun shook, and Xia Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. Just at this time, the host's invitation voice also passed into his ears:

"Please Xia Yu, our Chef Xia..."