Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

The day after the first stage of the Sapporo event ended.

Early in the morning, at dawn and there were no pedestrians on the street, the Xia's shop, which had been closed for a while, opened its doors early.

After two upgrades, the shop has been ventilated last night. There is no need for Xia Yu to worry about hygiene. After he woke up early for boxing exercises, he found a feather duster to remove dust, and wiped the tables, chairs and bar with towels spotlessly clean.

When Maki and Erina got up and gathered in the shop, Xia Yu entertained them with a rich breakfast.

The silence in the morning did not last long.

About eight o'clock, the door of the half-covered shop was knocked.

A head came in, his eyes gleaming:

"Please, is it open for business?"

The weather in Tokyo in November is neither cold nor hot, but thin sweaters and long sleeves are necessary. This female customer who rushed in the morning is dressed in shirts and knitted sweaters. Below are fashionable short skirts and tights. , The demeanor is unabated.

"what--"

The voice was a bit familiar. Maki, who was chatting with Tian Suohui and Erina, turned around in amazement and found that it was the old guest Ren Xue. She came by herself and did not see her boyfriend.

"Sister Xue, come in."

Xia Yu heard the sound and poked his head out of the open kitchen.

Ren Xue was flattered and went to sit down at the bar. Xia Yu was washing the dishes, and Misa Tamagawa was by the side. As for Tamagawa Ayaka, she went back to the host's house in Tamagawa early. Of course, Xia Yu agreed on her itinerary.

"First, a cup of hot tea."

Specially used the clear spring water in the water tank to make a cup of warm green tea that could not be more familiar to the old guests.

Holding a tea cup, Ren Xue lowered her head and sipped a small sip, she couldn't help but wiped the corner of her eyes, and sniffed: "The taste of nostalgia, the tea is ordinary, but the water for making tea is not ordinary Since I drank your tea, I went to other restaurants or made my own tea, it’s not a good tea..."

She stared scorchingly at the young chef in the kitchen.

"Boss Xia, can I order food..."

The voice fell, and there was another knock on the door of the shop.

This time it was not one or two, but a large group of people. Ren Xue looked back, and the storefront didn't know when it was overwhelmed. The guests spontaneously formed a long queue, and the line was quiet.

Xia’s stores are usually open after the evening. The rules are naturally clear for regular customers, but there are not only regular customers, but also many new customers who come here. There are not a few foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes, and many of them look like cameras and shooting equipment. The media reporters, mixed in the team, had to hold back despite the anxious face.

"so many people!"

Ren Xue was speechless, and at the same time secretly thanked that she had arrived early.

In fact, after watching the news last night, someone with a heart knows the report that the Yuanyue team has returned to Tokyo, and where the most dazzling celebrity chef in the team can go besides returning to his restaurant.

"How to do?"

Maki, Erina, Tian Suohui, and Tamagawa Misa stood in a row spontaneously, waiting for Xia Yu's instructions.

Zhu Qing came yawning, and seeing the grand occasion at the entrance of the store, he couldn't help but said dumbfounded: "It's not eight o'clock yet? Let them go quickly, otherwise it must be the rhythm from morning to night.

That's right.

The number of people in the team is still increasing. If you look down in the sky, you will find that the flow of people from the tram station is gradually converging in the shopping street.

"Our Xia's shop only opens in the evening, yes..."

Xia Yu had come out of the kitchen, pressed his chin and said, glanced at Ren Xue, a familiar guest who was eagerly watching him. He was in a good mood last night and he was in a good mood. Besides, if you can come here at this time, you should have a group of true fans. It's chilling the hearts of fans, isn't it?

"Be entertained!"

He clapped and said, "Breakfast is limited! And only for the first 500 people, each with a cup of hot tea and a snack!"

"Well, if the price is concerned, let's go to the common people, 2000 yen per person..."

"Oh!"

Ren Xue shouted excitedly: "Long live Boss Xia!"

She pushed the empty teacup and said cheeky: "Um, didn't that cup of tea just now count? Give me another cup.

With that, he took out two thousand-yuan banknotes and patted them on the bar.

"500 breakfasts?!"

Zhu Qing pours cold water: "This is a lot. What are you going to do? It certainly can't be complicated, but if it is too common, it will only smash the golden sign you played yourself."

"You are the chef who has attracted the most fans after the first stage of the Sapporo event! My Chef Xia!"

She gloated.

"There are a lot of reporters in the team. There are so many popular people. Don't be caught by them."

Xia Yu was speechless when he heard this.

This aunt has a good heart, but her tongue is poisonous.

"rest assured--"

With a big wave, "I ordered the ingredients, you guys help."

There are still a lot of flour stocks in the store. Not to mention the store, the underground food warehouse of the branch also has high-quality beef that needs to be used. First, mobilize a few women to help cook, move the flour, and move the frozen beef to thaw.

And Xia Yu herself, greeted her aunt Zhu Qing, and went into the kitchen together.

Two stoves, four fryer pans are placed, and the fat used for frying in small shops is poured into it without special preparation.

The remaining two stoves are placed in a Chinese wok.

The Xia’s restaurant started to be busy after a long absence.

outside.

About a quarter of an hour later, a fully loaded small bus stopped on the side of the street.

A reporter, who happened to be getting out of the car, was about to rush to the line, but unexpectedly bumped into the tall man who got off the minibus, yelled, turned over and sat down.

He hugged the SLR camera tightly and saw that the lens was not flowery or damaged. The reporter breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head to face the tall man's indifferent eyes, shaking his face with fear.

The tall man lost interest in the reporter, turned around, looked at the Xia's restaurant surrounded by crowds, and said with a low smile: "It seems that it is not easy to see him today and say hello."

"Who said no."

Five or six strange men and women descended on the bus.

These people have clothes that are completely different from the Tokyo metropolitan style. There are flower monks with beards and bald heads and a ring of large prayer beads around their necks. There are also elegant men wearing scribes gowns, and even with hair and scarves. A graceful woman with apricot chiffon short skirt, a thin cardigan on the upper body, and a paper umbrella in both hands.

The leading man turned around. He was wearing a black crane cloak. The reporter just caught a glimpse of the unicorn pattern embroidered on the back of his jacket. His pupils shrank and said, "They are..."

Except for the man in the lead, the others have changed their normal clothes and are difficult to identify.

"It can't be wrong!"

The reporter got excited and hid away a little bit. He raised the SLR and took a slap. At the same time, the reporter was already thinking about a hot news headline. This headline doesn't need to be disciplined, and the more eye-catching the better.

"Bamianlou team kicked the stadium strongly?"

"Kick the gym? It seems not enough!"

"Shi Ji! The young celebrity chef Xia Yu encountered Shi Ji challenge on the first day after the game!... This seems to be okay..." The reporter made a decision, regardless of the three-seven-one, and the news titled "Shi Ji" definitely did. A lot of readers are attracted, so the traffic will come.