Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

&xiaoshuo In fact, Xia Yu really doesn't know whether his seven "repetitive" dishes can satisfy Ma Si's appetite.

But isn't the fun in the unknown?

He wants to take back the shopping street industry, guard the Xia’s shop, and put all his efforts into it. Even if he fails, he will not leave any regrets. Instead, he will continue to improve his cooking skills and fight again in the future. .

"Wow"

Opening the door, Xia Yu and Ryoko Lina carried the tray and entered the private room one after another.

Ma Si has gone to the bathroom to clean up his appearance. This will be the handsome, young-looking "Gourmet Club" giant. Just looking at his appearance, no one can think of it. This guy has an inhuman appetite and stomach pouch.

"What is this, wrapped in tin foil, there are seven... barbecue dishes?" Maas asked curiously.

After eating the "Frost Fall Magic Mapo Tofu", Ma Si's evaluation of Xia Yu suddenly improved. No wonder it was the chef who made his proud disciple defeated and could not afford to challenge the idea.

It is no wonder that Professor Smith commented that even a super chef, if he does not master the'super must-kill dishes', he will not be sure to defeat a powerful enemy.

'Shuangjiang Magic Mapo Tofu' can be said to subvert Mas's understanding of tofu cuisine.

He has never eaten such delicious tofu dishes.

Therefore, the devil's appetite that he was trying to suppress, was completely awakened under the unexpected surprise!

"It's not wrong to say that it's barbecue cooking, because the cooking method of'barbecue' is an indispensable part of cooking." Xia Yu said.

"Seven in total."

Mars counted, a deep smile on his lips.

"A total of 35 million yen, that is to say, the price of each dish is 5 million yen. Generally, the price of badly cooked special dishes is about this price, and the slightly innovative ones are more than 10 million."

"And if you talk about fantasy recipes using'fantasy ingredients', the price can be said to be...there is no upper limit!"

He chuckled and glanced at Xia Yu Gujing Wubo's face playfully.

"If the quality of these seven dishes is close to that of'Shuangjiang Magic Mapo Tofu', no, 80%...70% of the quality is fine, then I have earned it!"

Deliberately emphasized the tone of the words "earning".

Ma Si is watching Xia Yu's reaction.

Unexpectedly, his expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't care much about money.

Raise an eyebrow, this time Mas was surprised.Are there people who don’t love money?

"how……"

As soon as Ma Si was about to speak, Xia Yu waved her hand and said, "Principal Ma Si, we will talk about the price later. Now I invite you to taste my food first, maybe they can make you'satisfied'— —"

His complexion was slightly stagnant, I don't know why, at this moment, my heart is somewhat awe-inspiring.Mars stared at the boy's really young face, his mouth curled up and said: "Funny little guy!"

He also simply reached out and grabbed a hot tin foil bag and placed it on the tea table.

Remove the sealing tape.

Snapped!

At this moment, the volcano erupted, and the originally random expression suddenly shook.

Ma Si's hand froze over the mouth of the bag, and the biting wind blew first, and then the heart-wrenching heat of burning flames.

In just a second or two, his palm actually felt the feeling of absolute zero and infinite flames!

His face became solemn.

"This kind of'barbecue cuisine' is very unusual!"

Staring at the opening of the bag, Mars said every word.

"Principal Maas, wait—"

Xia Yu stopped Ma Si who wanted to take a spoon in time and asked Ryoko Lina to help. Together, the two opened all the remaining six tin foil bags.

At this moment, even Isshiki Kei, Kobayashi Gentiana, Chiyo Aichi, and Watanabe Yuki who stood outside the door shook their bodies in response to the cold and hot air.

Only Erina Nagiri, who has really tasted the "Song of Ice and Fire", was barely calm.

The tea table is full of char-grilled paella wrapped in tin foil.

The fragrance filled the room.

Mas was appetite again, his eyes were red, and he struggled to maintain a trace of sanity. This time he didn't rush to gobble it up, but carefully looked at the paella in the bag, and the more he looked, the more he was amazed.

"Pretty!"

"No less beautiful than'Frostfall Magic Mapo Tofu'!"

"Huh, black rice?"

His pupils shrunk slightly, and the scream of hunger came from his stomach. Ma Si didn't care about the nonsense. When he took the big spoon that Xia Yu handed him, he picked it up and lifted it up. The paella was full, and there was a boneless piece on the surface. Monkfish meat.

Open your mouth and swallow half a spoon.

The body swings.

What was the ultimate taste, rushed to the head along the throat, and the mental defense suddenly collapsed.

"Where am I……"

When he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by a bustling flow of people, old streets, medieval European-style houses, and passers-by in various costumes.

The fingers moved unconsciously.

Huh!

The melodious melody sounded. Mas stared blankly at the maple harp he was holding in his arms, and then looked at the decorations on his body, light leather armor, commoner clothes, dusty, polished leather boots on his waist. Don't wear a dagger, and there is a dagger hidden in his boots. Looking at this outfit, it is clear that he is the wandering bards in the fantasy world.

I have traveled through various countries on the mainland, and have met poets of the customs of various countries, with weather-beaten faces and deep eyes.

I saw the poet sing on the street corner accompanied by the melody:

"From the gray mist mountains to the scorching sea of ​​sand, all the way across the mountains and plains, rivers and forests, and directly across half of the continent, I followed the footsteps of the red dragon tyrant and finally came to a peninsula full of volcanoes... "

This is narrative poetry.

Mas himself is the poet, playing and singing, while recalling, his chest is full of exhaustion from the journey, but there is also another satisfaction of discovery and exploration.

"Behind an active volcano over three kilometers above sea level, there is a magnificent temple built of granite!"

"Huge and towering stone pillars..."

"A beautiful relief..."

"It overlooks the entire peninsula. On the spacious temple square, there are statues of the gods, but there is only one statue. From ancient times to the present, people pray day and night!"

Snapped.

Thoughts stopped here.

Ma Si opened his eyes in reality, and Xia Yu guided him to scoop a spoonful of paella in another tin foil bag to taste.

bitter!

This bag of paella deliberately increased the dose of a certain spice, making the spice formula on the verge of collapse.

"It's an artichoke!"

The taste similar to walnuts, added together, burst out on the tip of the tongue, obviously so abrupt, but Ma Si's heart trembled again, his whole body stiffened again, and lost consciousness.

In the desert.

A worshiper was flooded by wind and sand.

Falling down countless times, standing up countless times.Mas was locked in his perspective, and his eyes could only stare at the mountains at the end of the sky, where the mountains were surrounded by volcanic ash all year round, and the sky was even red.

But the red light is like a pointing lamp, and there is only an extremely pious belief in the heart:

Must go to the temple on the volcano!

"Huh, huh, huh..."

I don't know how long it took, Ma Si opened his eyes again, his breathing began to be messy, watching the food on the tea table, his eyes gradually showed a trace of fear.

However, Ma Si gritted his teeth and spooned again!

"what happened……"

Outside the private room, Ishiki Hui, Kobayashi Gentiana and others who saw Mas enjoying paella, looked at each other in amazement.

This time Mas is really "enjoying" the food, chewing slowly, lest he miss a certain taste, a certain secret of the chef's cooking, it is like a beast has been tamed, sitting obediently, that gentleman's style is too eccentric. (To be continued.) (Sikushu)