Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

"Quack quack quack quack..."

Strange sound.

Chiyo Aichi was stunned, thinking that something was wrong with the microphone, and he looked down the field with cold sweat on his forehead, asking for help. Unexpectedly, the executive director and a group of staff also had similar masked faces.

Quack quack!

The voice was increasing, Chiyo Aichi finally heard where the voice was coming from, and turned to stare at Xia Yu's cooking table.

At this time, Xia Yu happened to take the last deep-fried buns out of the oil pan, drained the fat, and placed them on the top layer of the plate. This plate was already stacked with a towering golden snack tower.

"Quack quack!"

Not only did the steamed buns that had just been deep-fried make a sound, when Xia Yu walked slowly, the entire pan of golden fried dim sum made a weird and loud laugh.

That's right.

This voice fell on Chiyo Aichi and everyone's ears, it was a funny laugh.

"How is this possible!"

All the guests stand up, one chef, one giant Lin, without any omissions, everyone craned their necks, their eyes widened, and stared blankly at Xia Yu's fried buns on the judging table.

The cameraman returned to his senses anyway, or manipulated the machine to focus on the snacks on the plate, or focused on the five judges who were also circled.

"Everything has a voice!"

Zhu Qing and Erina, who helped Xia Yu practice dishes for a while, looked at each other in amazement.

"The success rate... 100%!" Erina felt incredible.

The quack of laughter existed for a long time.

There is no doubt that at this moment, Xia Yu and his dishes are the focus of the lens, while Tang Yuqiong and her dishes, who finished the dishes at the same time as him, are ignored.

"Chef Xia!"

Chiyo Aichi lost his soul, looked at the golden snacks on the plate, and then at the calm boy, pursing his mouth and asked eagerly: "...Is this sound really made by the snack?"

The whole audience was standing ears, waiting for an answer.

"As you can see."

Xia Yu grabbed a golden fried bun and approached Chiyo Aichi's microphone. The funny laughter was played through the loudspeaker.

The camera was aimed at the bun in his hand. There was a hole in the bun, which looked like a grinning emoji bag.

Seeing this, many people are infected by the funny scenes, wanting to laugh, but they dare not break the silence.

It's been a long time.

When the funny noise gradually disappeared, a judge imitated Xia Yu, tremblingly grabbed the golden fried buns, looked left and right, who knew that the buns chuckles and laughed strangely during the tumbling.

"how is this possible--"

The judge suddenly looked panicked, screaming, scared the whole person leaning back, and the chair thumped and fell, and the fried bun in his hand fell on the judge table with a bang, rolling around, quacking laugh More intense.

The funny but strange scene makes people chill.

Five shocked faces are extremely stealthy.

"This, this is magic!" A beautiful judge with a silk headscarf and a strong Persian style on her brows muttered with her mouth wide open, "I have never seen a dish that makes a sound!"

"magic!"

"It's definitely not something cooking can do!"

The audience members who were completely ruined in the three views yelled in agreement. The guest seats did not talk about nearly half of the professional chefs. Their expressions changed a few times. They seemed to be suspicious, and they seemed to affirm the judge's statement. It is impossible to believe that cooking is making a sound.

It's the Lin giant, all suspicious.

"It's not'food justice'!"

Zhu Qing and Caibo Chengichiro said.

"The sound of'Shi Yi' can only be heard by the taster!" Yu Hong and Tang Shan said.

"Moreover,'Shiyi' should not behave like this!"

In a closed room where the legendary kitchenware "Jade Dragon Pot" is kept, Guan Xingchen discusses with his friend Qin Zhengda.

"In a crack like a mouth, there is indeed a laugh..."

Tang Yuqiong didn't know when to bring her food to the table. At the same time, she grabbed a hot golden bun, stared at the bun's cracked mouth blankly, and then listened to the funny laugh, her expression was tangled.

She stared at Xia Yu with scorching eyes and asked, "What is the principle?"

"Try it first!"

Xia Yu did not answer, but made a gesture of request.

Five judges, look at me, and I will look at you. In the end, the Persian beauty judge at the end will taste it first. She opened her mouth, with her white teeth showing, and took a bite of the fried buns!

Well!

After biting the Guazi face of the beauty judge, her cheeks suddenly bulged.

"It's so full, so full—"

The Persian judge wearing a headscarf read shocked, "One bite down, it is a sea of ​​thick juice, the filling completely fills my mouth! The first bite is satisfied!"

The fried bun was missing a corner, and the fragrant mist filled out.

Beef juice!

The neighboring judge sniffed, smelled the smell, and the desire to eat suddenly broke through the cage and escaped.

"Crack!", "Crack!", "Crack"...

The remaining four people successively grabbed a fried bun that was still hot, and took a bite with their teeth exposed. When their teeth broke through the fried bun skin, they made a crisp sound.

The dry frying feeling disappeared, the juice inside sputtered out, and the judges all gasped, the hot juice mixed with the fried dough and rolled around in the mouth

what--

Frantic screams.

"many!"

"So satisfying!"

The judges looked in a trance, and a golden world appeared in their eyes.

Boom boom boom boom boom...

The fried buns with funny expressions, like rain, fell from the sky, carrying the heat and the strong flavor of beef juice.

"Come again! A little more! I want more!" The Persian beauty judge was slick, the silk turban was gone, and her black hair was dismissed. She was covered with funny expressions of buns, but she still had a fanatical face and opened to the sky. Embracing, the endless emoticons smashed down, and with the funny laughter, the beauty judges were drowned.

"call--"

After a while, the beauty judge opened his eyes, only to find that he was in a weird posture——

He hugged himself tightly with his hands opposite.

And because of being too excited and into the play, the fullness of the chest was squeezed and even a little painful.

After reacting, the Persian female judge hurriedly let go, her pretty face had a red glow that could not be erased.

"It's... so satisfying!"

She stared at the deep-fried buns on the plate, and then at the maker of the dim sum, her expression was very charming.

"cough!"

The remaining four judges loosened their tie or took out a handkerchief to wipe sweat.

Tang Yuqiong swallowed the last bit of dough in her hand, and the crispy taste spread all over her mouth. While chewing, she stretched out her tongue to lick the juice on her lips.

"It's delicious!" She also stared at Xia Yu with a satisfied gaze, and said, "What is the principle of vocalization?"

Xia Yu smiled, grabbed a golden-yellow bun and tore it in half, so the inside of the fried bun was exposed to the high-definition lens.

"Huh? Fans!"

"Dice beef!"

Many chefs are thoughtful.

Tang Yuqiong picked up a beef diced that was deep-fried and tender on the outside, and threw it into his mouth, snapping a bite, his face flushed by the splashing juice

Xia Yu also picked up a diced beef, and then loosened his finger, the diced beef fell off, and collided with the inner wall of the bun. A creaking noise fell on Chiyo Aichi's microphone and spread out.

"Oh--"

The hostess exclaimed.

The audience and the chef also suddenly realized, "It turns out that the beef is colliding with the inner wall!"

But there are more doubts.

"Why opened the mouth, during frying, the internal juice will not be lost?"

"Even after deep-frying, the diced beef becomes lighter. Where is the power source for them to hit the inner wall?"