Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

He has tasted the food, and it can be rated as delicious.

Therefore, he can conclude that these three guys were obviously premeditated, regardless of whether it was extortion or other purposes, anyway, the motive was not pure.

The only blame is that the middle-aged chef has too little experience.

"You said that you are qualified? I only trust the inspectors of the Food Association!" The bald eater who was picking up the matter could not help shouting when he saw that it was a young man with no hair.

"Ok."

Xia Yu ignored this guy, took the plate to the two Chinese female tourists, winked at them, and said in standard Mandarin: "Two ladies, do a little favor, taste this dish, and tell you what you are best. Real evaluation."

"Oh, yes, if you are satisfied, please say it out loud in English—"

Hearing Mandarin in a foreign country, moreover, it was this kind of unexpected incident. The two female tourists woke up from a bewildered state, glanced at each other, and nodded in unison.

One took the chopsticks and the other took the fork, and each swallowed a piece of flat-cut beef. As they chewed slowly, there was no unpalatable painful expression. On the contrary, there was a little surprise.

The lovely female tourist with a round face put down her fork and said, "It's delicious!"

As she said, she suddenly remembered Xia Yu's instructions just now, facing the middle-aged chef in the restaurant, repeating it with a thumbs up, her cheeks flushing, "delicious!"

"good to eat!

Another young lady also commented that even though she was not as exaggerated as her partner, she couldn't fake it with a smile of surprise.

The middle-aged chef of the restaurant was stunned, and the troubled diners flickered.

"Look..."

Xia Yu spread his hands, "These are two Chinese tourists. If you don't believe their comments, we can take the plates outside and find passers-by to comment."

"Even, you can call the people from the Food Association." Xia Yu looked at the troubled diners, with a faint sneer in his eyes, and put his hand on the chef's shoulder, constantly beckoning him to calm down.

The waiters looked at him with admiration and respect.

Clear thinking, organization, and pragmatic handling.

It's hard to believe that this is a teenager.

"Do you think I dare?"

The bald eater screamed, dialed quickly, then sneered, and deliberately turned on the hands-free button to let a slow beep sound.

The cold sweat ran down the forehead and slipped from the chin.

The middle-aged chef stretched out his hand, opened his mouth as if to beg, and patted him with the hand on his shoulder.Xia Yu gave the uncle a look signal, "Trust me!"

"Hey!" The middle-aged chef also gave up, and his shoulders collapsed, his face gloomy.

As for the performance of the middle-aged chef, Xia Yu has only one comment in his mind: anxious and chaotic.

On the one hand, it is because this middle-aged chef lacks experience, and his personality is relatively weak and agitated, so he is easily used by others.

On the other hand, it is Japan in this parallel time and space, and the status of the food association is too high.

The current gastronomy association is basically controlled by Yuanyue graduates. The inspectors and judges are professional chefs. The government only places some officials in the association to handle daily affairs.

Serious and rigorous is the purpose of the Food Association.

Any restaurant does not want to be marked as "unqualified" by the inspectors of the Gastronomy Association. This may be ordered to close for rectification or even lose a chef's license.What's more, the news was exposed by the gourmet media, and public opinion flooded in. The restaurant could not be opened, the chef could not do it, and the livelihood was completely cut off. It was cruel.

Therefore, Xia Yu understands middle-aged chefs.

On the contrary, he feels nothing in his heart for those who exploit the weakness of the chef and use the food association to bully others.

The restaurant fell into a strange silence.

Soon after dialing, the slow beeping becomes a busy tone with no signal.

The corner of Xia Yu's mouth raised.Not surprising to this result, the only bald diners called was not the complaint hotline of the Food Association at all. He could see clearly.

The middle-aged chef also reacted and opened his eyes angrily.

"you guys……"

The bald diners put away their mobile phones and viciously glanced at the teenager who broke their trap.The cheeks in this line of business are very thick, even if the trap is seen through, the group did not intend to leave, instead they sat down like a hooligan.

"We are guests!" yelled the bald diners, "after paying, you are eligible to request Western food that meets your taste! Quickly, bring another piece of Burgundy beef stew until we are satisfied!"

"It fits the taste? Hehe, this is a popular restaurant, not a private custom-made kitchen... But, I can agree to your request on your behalf."

Xia Yu aimed at the middle-aged chef who wiped his sweat next to him, "Can you borrow your kitchen?"

The chef's eyes widened in disbelief, "You can cook?"

"know a little."

"Burgundy beef stew with red wine is Western food, do you know how?" the middle-aged chef with a refined and clean face asked.

"A little research."

"Uh……"

In normal times, the middle-aged chef would definitely refuse, but recalling the boy's performance just now, he couldn't help blushing and decided to give respect to the savior, so he gritted his teeth and said: "You come with me."

"Hey!"

The bald diners and his two brawny accomplices shouted from behind, "Smelly boy, you think carefully. If your cooking is not up to standard, we will complain to the Food Association!"

The waiters in the restaurant gathered together and talked a lot, with puzzles and concerns written on their faces.

"Oops!"

"The chef shouldn't promise that boy."

"Our chef is a student of Yuanyue. Although he didn't graduate, his strength is there. Why did he give up the kitchen to a teenager?"

The two Chinese ladies didn't understand, they were shocked when Xia Yu walked into the back kitchen of the western restaurant with her hands in her arms.

Back kitchen.

The decoration inside is clean and tidy, giving people a refreshing feeling without greasy smell.

"How do I call you?" the middle-aged chef asked.

"Xia Yu."

"I, Kasuga no Yoshiki Hideki, please take care of me." The middle-aged chef said politely, surprised the other two chefs in the kitchen.

"You go and prepare ingredients for the Burgundy red wine beef stew for 3 people!"

Chef Xia Zhiqiu greeted the two chefs and looked back and saw that Xia Yu was washing her hands carefully in front of the sink. His expression seemed to be fasting, extremely pious, not letting go of any possible dirt.

Keeping hands clean is a necessary etiquette for the chef.

Seeing this, the chef Mo Mingjian of Xia Zhiqiu felt much relieved and thought: "Maybe he can give us a surprise?"

The chef moved the beef, striped bacon and other auxiliary materials, such as large onions and large carrots, to the kitchen counter and cleaned them.

"Go and prepare a copy of exactly the same ingredients."

When Xia Yu was wearing an apron and a kitchen hat, he casually ordered the two helpers.

Facing the incomprehensible gaze of the chef and Chef Kasugaoka, Xia Yu smiled, "I'm still hungry, and the two female tourists outside have not eaten food, so let's solve it together. Hope my Burgundy The beef stew in red wine will satisfy them."

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