Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

Li Han and Li Quan's nephew both took their own dishes and sandwiched the noodles.

Li Hanqing smiled.

On the plate, there was a bright golden noodle braid. He tried to stab his chopsticks in his hand. The rolled dough had an incredible rebound force, and it felt like a tight rubber band.

A glance at the dull-looking judges.

Looking at the smile on the young chef's face, Li Han secretly gritted his teeth: "I'll just see how the seven-nation unified fried noodles without a recipe are more original."

Just think about it, just open your mouth.

Suck!

The noodles suddenly sucked, Li Han chewed lightly, and the poker face was shocked.

"Resilience... indeed amazing!"

"Will the beef tendon be broken by repeated beating, so that the beef noodles have the springy taste of peeing beef balls?"

The teeth are pressed down, but the face line is softly resisting. Therefore, the cheeks need to be hard to bite the face line in the mouth. Li Han's facial muscles trembled, and he could vaguely feel the disaster situation after biting the face line.

eat!

With a cruel heart, Li Han closed his eyes, his teeth closed together!

"puff!"

The juice splashed everywhere, and the flood was overwhelming.

Suddenly, his mouth swelled like water, his Adam's apple shook up and down, and Li Han was swallowing the sandwich juice that seemed to overflow.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The little man in his head was rolling in the lava field, yelling like refreshing and wailing.

Boom.

The ultimate taste of Tianling Gai being lifted off.

Li Han's eyes were suddenly blurred, and his face became even more dull.

The palace complex at dusk.

The wind howled on the wall.

A figure wearing a black mysterious dress and Dai Dimian was gradually moving away from the wall.

The flames burned to the limitless clouds, turning the whole world into orange red.

For some reason, looking at the back of the emperor leaving, Li Han was unwilling, very unwilling to be thrown off like this, he couldn't help shouting: "Hey, wait a minute!"

The mysterious figure that was burned by the fire on the Yundu suddenly stopped.

"Come here by yourself..."

Said the erratic voice.

"Okay! You wait!"

Li Han said, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, and he was about to take a step, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead, his feet remained motionless, but his body lost balance and leaned forward.

After finally holding on to the wall, he didn't fall a dog to eat shit. Li Han raised his eyes and saw that the figure started to walk again. He said anxiously, "I said so, wait."

The figure ignored him this time.

Ok?

Suddenly, Li Han was in a daze. On the way the figure was advancing, Clan Uncle Li Quan appeared and looked complicated, letting go to watch the Emperor Ying.

Then more people familiar with Li Han emerged.

The uncles and aunts of the Li family and the Ya family are in the previous generation, old women and old men with silver hair.

These people, from modern times to modern times, their dressing styles also changed from modern times to the Republic of China period.

finally.

Li Han was shocked.

"That is……"

Li Quan glanced back at him, and said in a low voice, "This is Ancestral Asia!"

On the road in front of the city wall, a man covered in bronze armor with a tall figure from his back is looking at the scenery of Miyagi with his hands on the wall.

The figure wearing Xuanshang and Emperor Mian stopped walking beside this man.

Hearing the sound, the Asian magazine, one of the "five tiger stars" in the Chinese cuisine industry, slowly turned around.

"Unexpectedly, one hundred years later, there will be people who can get to this point."

A deep and determined voice.

"Asia, my way is different from yours."

The young voice answered.

Li Han was shocked, seeing Ancestor Asia and the figure turning around at the same time, walking side by side, gradually disappearing into the sunset, and couldn't help shouting: "Who are you?!"

The man just turned his head slightly.

Dimian Zhulian Yuzao shook and shook, faintly revealing a young but divine face.

Both my uncles and nephews gave a startled glance, but they were dumbfounded for a long time and never recovered.

He has reached the realm of the ancestral Asian magazine in the past?

Recovered.

It is the deadly Hokkaido Jingu Pavilion.

The finals of the Sapporo event are still going on. Li Han and Li Quan stared at the empty plates. There was the aftertaste of fried noodles in their mouths. In their heads, there were still Asian magazines and the figure of Xuanshang and Emperor Mian. Picture.

"……understand?"

A voice asked.

Li Han shook his head, barely suppressing the horror in his eyes, and met Andrea's thoughtful eyes.

"Probably, I understand." Li Han shook a fist.

"Ancestral Asia Magazine actually used the recipe of "Fried Noodles in the Unification of the Seven Kingdoms" to express his instincts directly. He is the king of Qin who sweeps the allusion, and he is the incarnation of that emperor..."

After swallowing, Li Han swallowed his sorrow and said affirmatively: "And I'm just holding a paintbrush in my hand, describing allusions from an outsider's perspective."

Andrea applauded: "Holding a paintbrush in your hand? It's a good comparison. It's easier to paint others than to paint yourself. People, it's often difficult to see yourself clearly."

"Food righteousness!"

Star only had this evaluation.

Li Han lowered his head.

"Shiyi?"

The chefs looked at each other in amazement for the Baiyulou participating group.

As one of the tasters, Li Quan just shook his head, returned to his seat and sat down, saying something in his mouth: "The next generation is terrible, the next generation is terrible..."

"act like an absolute monarch!"

A lonely spirit above the peaks!

Huh.

During the riots, Li Han suddenly turned his head, stared at Xia Yu, and asked with difficulty: "...Does your "explosion" really reach the realm of the ancestors of the Asian Journal?"

Xia Yu didn't respond, and shrugged casually: "Everything I want to say is in the cooking."

Li Han's breath was suffocated, and in his head, the figure that was gradually walking away under the burning cloud appeared. He could only shout from behind, and watched as he was thrown farther and farther. In the end, no one else's shadows could be seen. .

Upon seeing this, the two hostesses looked at each other.

"Okay, the tasting session is over, next is the voting session"

Said Chiyo Aichi.

Boom!

On the big screen above the stadium, the voting screen popped up immediately. Under the heads of Xia Yu and Li Han, the votes were all o.

"It's a pity, perfect "color", "scent" and "taste"!"

Andrea took the lead in voting, slamming her palm on the voting machine.

"No matter how perfect, it can't match the "meaning" of cooking!"

Star said in a deep voice, and then cast his vote.

"Yes, the "meaning" of cooking!"

The third voter was the chief judge in the middle. Shinichiro Furukawa said in a complex and authentic tone: "Color, fragrance, taste, shape, meaning and nourishment."

"The color, fragrance, and perfection are all high-end delicacies, and on top of it, chef Lin is qualified to describe the "intention" and "nourishment" in detail.He paused and continued, "The so-called "meaning" of cooking is the sublimation of color, shape and appearance. Specifically, it is the artistic conception, atmosphere and cultural connotation of cooking. In a nutshell, it is a chef's food. Profound meaning' power point."

"And raise..."

Shinichiro Furukawa threw the topic to the next judge.

igo research authority Luther said with a smile: "Food can support people. All living things evolve and grow through eating. The evolution of life is inseparable from "food". In the field of Lin, which is above the super level, the so-called "raising" is to a greater extent Refers to those taboo dishes that are beneficial to the human body."

Many audiences and even professional chefs have heard of the connection between "yi" and "nurturing" and Linzhi's realm for the first time.

In fact, many people have also heard the extremely obscure hint of the review.

Perfect color and fragrance.

Not hostile to "intention"!

Doesn't this mean that Li Han's "seven-nation unified fried noodles" has been crushed by a higher level of food.

Thinking of this, many incredible sights were once again focused on the young chef.

"Shiyi?"

"No way! How old did he realize the righteousness of food?"

"Nothing is impossible! The evildoers of Liu Maoxing and Lan Feihong at this age are either Lin-level or Dragon-level royal chefs in the palace!"