Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

Is it an hour earlier?

The old man who returned to China for the first time since crossing Japan has obviously only realized this problem.

"Oh, too."

His voice was faint, and he couldn't hear any emotions.

When Xia Yu rolled his eyes, the old guy liked to be cool. He was washing the dishes while picking a few questions.

"Is there a place to live in the country?"

"There is an ancestral house at home, so you can live in by cleaning."

"Ancestral house?" Xia Yu was curious. Isn't the Xia family still a big family in the past? In this era, there can be an ancestral house in the country, a proper landlord class.

"When will you come back?"

The second question left the other side in a long silence.

"I don't know, but the time is definitely not short."

The old voice said, with a trace of tiredness that couldn't be hidden, and Xia Yu also heard the apology in his words.

"It's okay, old man, just stay in the country, and leave it to me here." Xia Yu immediately threw away the resentment in his heart, almost patted his chest to make sure.

There was silence again.

After a long while, I asked over there:

"...I heard that you are going to take the special level?"

"Yes. The commander must have told you about it." Xia Yu folded the washed dishes in the cupboard, listening to the movement on the other end of the phone.

"Not bad!"

"It seems that you worked very hard during this time!"

The old man's next sentence surprised Xia Yu.

"I said the old man, don't you wonder why I entered the country so quickly?" Xia Yu laughed, actually quite nervous inside.

"strange?"

Instead, the old man was strange, with doubts in his voice.

"The past few chefs, 13 and 15 years old, are already renowned special chefs in the world. You are now 16 years old. You are actually a bit late to become a special chef at this age, but it's not bad, just barely. "

The old man said half praise and half depreciation: "If according to the modern chef pyramid system, those enchanting evildoers would become special chefs not long ago, half a year or a year later, they would be Chef Lin, and two to three years later they would be Chef Long. They would be around 30 years old. It has already touched the realm of the King of Heaven, and then the God of Cooking."

"You, as far as genius is concerned, it's still far from that group of evildoers!" The old man must have shaken his head on the phone.

"I go!"

Xia Yu simply rolled his eyes.

Before daring to love, he had been worrying about it blindly. This old man of his own family was so open-minded. He directly compared his grandson with those enchanting evildoers a hundred years ago, instead of comparing them with the geniuses of modern food.

After such a comparison, the aperture on Xia Yu's head suddenly dimmed.

"Don't be discouraged. At least, you are better than me. I was only 18 years old before I was admitted to the mainland. I am indeed the grandson of Xia Qing!" The old man finally brought a hearty laugh in his words.Demon Dragon City

The topic of the grandfather and grandson is actually nothing more than life and cooking.

Xia Yu asked the old man about the domestic life situation, and the old man asked about the situation of the Xia family's shop. Xia Yu didn't hide it, and simply narrated his three-month achievements.

"Shopping Street?"

When Xia Yu took the shopping street back to his own, the old man sighed, and said with deep meaning, "Whether you have taken it back. This street, the governor of Tokyo has never dared to intervene. For reasons left over from history, the governor of this term will probably be very grateful to you for helping him deal with this mess. This is a strong achievement."

Xia Yu was inexplicable, but the old man's mouth was tight.

After talking for nearly an hour, before hanging up the call, the old man suddenly said:

"By the way, you go to the attic. I put something in the ceiling mezzanine. You can see and use it. It may be helpful for your special exam."

When the words fell, a busy tone came from the phone.

Uh?

In the blink of an eye, Xia Yu understood the old man's suggestion and quickly took off his gloves and ran upstairs.

The attic is a place that is easily overlooked. Xia Yu has cleaned it twice before, but only to deal with it, not carefully cleaned.

Running to the attic, this floor was not high, Xia Yu didn't even need to put a stool on the bottom of her feet, she could touch the ceiling with her hand.He tried it piece by piece, and soon showed joy, with a click, a certain piece of wooden ceiling was removed by him, and the dust was spilled at the same time, he did not care too much, and reached out his hand to grab the dark space.

"Yes!"

With a wooden box in his hand, he turned to buckle the board back, and Xia Yu ran to the second floor without turning back.

After a while, there was a book on the tea table in the living room, a small bronze tripod similar to a model.

"What's this?"

Picking up the small tripod and playing for a long time, and didn't see anything famous, Xia Yu could only give up and read another book, looking with relish.

I don’t know how long it took before the system popped up:

"The notes of unknown chefs are detected, are they included and organized?"

"sort out!"

Xia Yu sighed, with horror in her eyes.

This, this book, from the year when fantasy ingredients invaded the earth, it records that every year the latest fantasy ingredients announced by IGO International Organization and put on the market will be studied by the author of this notebook.

Decades of writing...

Do not!

Xia Yu shook his head, the word "written" was wrong, because this memo was still being written and not finished.

Turn around and find another notebook left by the old man. The two books are placed together, and the notes are approaching. At this point, the author can be determined.Thinking of the age of the old man, Xia Yu was even more sure.

With his own old man’s age, he did witness the invasion of fantasy ingredients, but from the words in his handwriting, Xia Yu could see that the old man was very surprised by the appearance of these fantasy ingredients. There is a sentence in Xia Yu’s memory: Sword Yuxianlu

"This is the most precious gift from the creator to the chef."

After stroking dozens of years of books that were two or three times older than his body, Xia Yu felt heavy in his heart. It took him a long time to sigh: "This old man of my family... is awesome!"

He can imagine that if the old man continues to write, this book will most likely be regarded as a classic by chefs in the food industry in later generations.

The fantasy food system inside is neatly categorized. Each fantasy food is clearly written with purpose, taboo, and shape. Somehow, Xia Yu suddenly thought of "Compendium of Materia Medica", perhaps, this book has classic potential.

And he was the second viewer besides the old man.

Fortunately!

Xia Yu was pleasantly surprised. Turning to the end of the book, there are some special recipes attached here. Some recipes have been completed, and some are still being established. The lack of key fantasy ingredients will fill the gap.

"Medical Food Record... are all medicated diet recipes? Use fantasy ingredients to make medicinal diet?" Xia Yu's eyes flickered.

After a while, he fetched two other books from the bedroom.

This is the trophy left by Shinji Takei and Ichiro Hase after the defeat of Shiji.

"Detected the notes of an unknown chef, is it included?"

"Included!"

It will take time to let the system continue to collect and organize.Xia Yu went to close the store on the first floor, and sat down in the living room on the second floor, flipping through the books.

Within a day, I harvested three chef's notes.

At this moment, Xia Yu's mood can be described by contentment and confidence.

Especially the big tome left by the old man is so useful!

If the content inside can be sorted and absorbed, what a special grade assessment is!

...

Mainland China.

In fact, the old man is not in the ancestral house in Shu, but in the capital.

Put down the phone and turn it off directly.

A gray-haired but still vigorous old man walked out of the enclosed room and looked at the ancient palaces shrouded in darkness.

Here is the Forbidden City, a forbidden area in the Great Internal, where the purple gas is steaming.

Not far from the tall buildings standing on the white marble altar, there are vaguely rows of guards armed with guns standing upright, enclosing the tall buildings tightly.

"Senior Xia..."

At this time, a staff member of the Jiji Administration rushed in sweating profusely, stopped in front of Xia Qing, and did not dare to breathe. Go to Baiyulou."

Xia Qing just nodded faintly.

"Where is my opponent?"

"Already here..." (.)