Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

Boom, boom boom, boom boom boom!

This is the sound of the kitchen knife slashing down, abruptly, the rhythm is very tight, and it is hard to breathe just by listening.W≈WW.81ZW.COM

"One shot!"

Xia Yu lightly inhaled and raised his wrist, and the [Jade Broken Knife] also hung in the air.

Puff puff……

The meat on the chopping board burst immediately, and in the amazed and dull gazes of the audience, it automatically split and shredded, turning into diced pork of equal size.

It was another familiar dismemberment cooking technique. Before everyone knew it, they listened to the young chef's instructions to the helper:

"Come on, help—"

He pointed to the finely shredded blood-red pork diced on the countertop, and pointed to another corner, sealed in a bag of silver shiny metal sticks, "Skewer the diced meat, 5 per stick. Pay attention, keep the shape of the diced pork. , The movements are as gentle as possible!"

There are so many people, and a whole table of finely chopped pork will turn into bunches of pork within a few minutes.

During this period, Xia Yu found a grilling net and a small oven, and the charcoal fire was moved directly from the large oven. In the end, the grilling tables were spliced ​​together to form a ring, which surrounded Xia Yu.

"Hey hey hey..."

As a result, the pork skewers are densely placed on the grilling net, almost in close contact with the red charcoal in the stove below.Under such high-temperature grilling, the diced pork on the pork skewers became cooked quickly, the blood red of the meat gradually faded, and the thick meaty fragrance seemed to be a fountain spreading in all directions.

"what!"

Zhu Qing, who had just made a bet with Hongyi, was shocked to see this.

"This...wasn't the red pot used directly before?"

In Zhu Qing's head, the scene of the young man frying the "jeweled diced pork" in a red pot that day could not help.

Was pitted!

With blue veins on his forehead, Zhu Qing's eyes flashed annoyed, and he had the urge to punch someone, and bit his silver teeth secretly: "The red pot was replaced with this type of skewers cooking on the spot...Where does this kid come from so many ghost ideas? Ah, the bet has only been finalized, and I feel like I am losing!"

Zhu Qing's face changed several times.

"Look--"

Hong Yi said suddenly, staring at the grill.

Ok?

At this time, the giants present also showed the abnormality of the oven fire.

One by one, an unknown fire swelled silently from the ovens. No, the flame seemed to be following the young chef. In front of which oven he moved to and flipped the pork skewers on the grill, flames appeared from which oven.

Obviously, the charcoal has been burning red, according to common sense, it should only emit high temperature, not flame.

Of course, another possibility is that the fat oozing from the pork has spontaneously combusted!

"The tail... finally came out!"

There was a trace of excitement in the red eyes.

The others, looking at this scene, looked at each other, a little confused.Probably from the perspective of ordinary people and low-level chefs, I think the oven may be equipped with some ventilated opening, the wind blew into the box, and the flame appeared naturally.

But every guest who saw a little doorway was shocked.

"flame!"

"Why does high-burning charcoal still have flames?"

"He is manipulating the flame?!"

Outside the crowd, the neon club trio, Kamahara, Aoki, and Ryoko are incredible.

"Ryoko, did you see it?" Kamahara and Aoki asked the female chef who was the closest to Lin-rank and could be promoted with only half a foot.

"Can't understand...but..."

Ryoko Lina stared at the young man sideways, "I always have a familiar feeling."

"It seems that I have seen a similar cooking performance in a top chef in the past." She said, and that impressive cooking performance appeared in her mind. The contrast in her heart secretly confirmed the past and the present. There is an indescribable familiar thing inside.

I thought about it over and over, and finally, Ryoko Rina found that if she insisted on describing it, it would be--

soul!

"The flame... has life and soul!"

Nageri Senzaemon said to himself.

On the side, Yan Mo's pupils suddenly shrank.

If Dojima was there, he would realize that Xia Yu's cooking practice tonight is far more stable and has a controlled aura than the scene he bumped into backstage at the stadium that day.The flame at this time is not the tiny fire ropes that day, but the dazzling streamer, rolled and shrunk, gently swiping past the densely arranged pork skewers on the grilling net, but it brought more fragrance.

The heat flow escapes from the oven.

There was a trace of scorching heat around the tip of the nose, Maki and Erina surrounded the innermost layer, and the flames reflected in their pupils. Of course, the center of the flame was the young chef... Somehow, there was a sacred in their heads. The flame hall gradually became clear, and the vast and majestic aura immediately enveloped them, and the two women felt a sense of worship.

"Chang!"

The sound of chains sounded again.

Everyone heard that it was just like waking up from a dream, and saw that Xia Yu brought a flaming pot from the charcoal pile again by pulling the iron wire, and set it on the stove where the cooked pork was fried just now.

"The temperature is not enough!"

Turning to enter the kitchen, and back again, Xia Yu carried the Tiangong bellows and said to the male helpers such as Isshiki Hui and Xingping Chuangzhen: "Move charcoal!"

"it is good!"

A group of boys in Jixingliao suddenly moved, like two people in a bag.

Soon, Xia Yu bent down, grabbed the bellows lever, and surrounded the guests in the courtyard, holding their breath.

"boom!"

Pull the lever, push it!

This time it was a manic flame, which immediately exploded from the stove, and the sound of wind and flames mixed, and the stove was like a blacksmith's hearth furnace, with a rumbling and dull beast roar, shocking.

Familiarity!

Relatives, friends, and guests all couldn't help but recall the scene of a teenager cooking "star rice" with a bellows on the arena.At that time, the audience was shocked by the roar of the hearth furnace.

After thinking about it, Xingping Chuangzhen scratched his head and said, "Today is the day after the game. Why do you feel that the halberd that featured the classic "Golden Inlaid Jade" has been a long time ago.

No one answered him, they were all watching.

Before, the pork skewers were almost grilled, and the pot of rice was cooked. Xia Yu and the helpers continued to be busy. Girls like Maki, Erina, Tansuo, and Yoshino Yuuhime were helping to remove the skewers and carefully pick them off. The diced pork is on a plate.

Boys go to move rice buckets, about two large wooden buckets of hot rice, to be pounded out and put in a big pot, let cool.

A quarter of an hour later.

"All right!"

When the pot is not red but bright yellow, the wind disappears.

Xia Yu let go and carefully observed the red pot on the stovetop with [touch]. After feeling that the temperature of many areas of the pot was similar, he nodded secretly: "The temperature zone is the same. This pot is ready to use!"

"The golden frame bursts into flames and merges with the "qi"..."

He didn't rush to start work, but settled down.

In the arena, the Xia family's seven-nation unified fried noodles made him realize Dzogchen’s cooking skills and bring his own food.

After the game, he obtained the magical Qi seed. What he immediately thought of was not that he had become a martial arts master with internal Qi, but that he tried cooking with Qi.

Thinking of the charred piece of puffer whale meat.

I also thought of the kind of unintentional practice, but let the naginata thistle'demonize' don't use fried rice.

Gradually, the chaos in his head was dispersed by the light.

"Should... That's it, right?"

"Wake up, evolve!"

The key seems to be grasped faintly, and Xia Yu has a surprise in his eyes.

"Greme me--"

He dipped, with a hint of urging in his words.

"it is good!"

The animal fat of the cattle, pigs and birds was delivered, and the spatula waved.

"Rice, come!"

Isshiki Hui and Xingping Shuangzhen each carried the pots that piled up Iiyama.

At this moment, the pillar of fire whizzed up!