Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

Li Han was so frightened that the fist that he had just raised his hand to shake hard froze in the air.

Damn it!

Close your eyes, then open your eyes.

In the field of vision, there is still a green bamboo boat.

At this time, the No. 1 cooking station in Li Han's eyes was filled with clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

The steamed buns in several large steamers were unloaded by Zhu Qing and Xia Yu, and placed one by one in a bamboo boat that lay across the kitchen counter, so the freshly baked buns vented their heat, and the mist overlapped.

Wow!Wow!

For no reason, I heard the faint sound of water.

The wind is high and the waves are rough.

A scribe wearing a lun scarf stood on the boat, holding a golden ritual, and the table in front of him was filled with steaming buns.

On the deck, the banners were like forests, and the generals and soldiers lowered their heads slightly, their expressions were all pity, obviously they were mourning the heroes who died in battle.

"Sergeant, rest in peace..."

Long groan faintly.

At the same time, standing next to the scribe, a chef wearing a cloth, holding a dragon emblem in his hand, raised his eyes and looked at here.

Li Han's body shook. He seemed to be standing on a warship riding the wind and waves. His head was dizzy. He leaned back and slammed his butt against the hot Chinese iron pot.

The high temperature burned his buttocks, Li Han jumped up violently and woke up from the illusion.

"what!"

He slapped his butt, and I don't know if it was because of shock or being scalded, but at this time, no one paid any attention to the embarrassed Young Master Li.

Everyone is attracted by the No. 1 counter.

"Huh? Use bamboo boats to load buns?"

Nagiri Senzaemon opened his eyes.

"That's it!" Sage Carl nodded, "I said that in the finals, why did you invite craftsmen? It turned out to be making costumes on the spot! It's interesting, let's take a look!"

Among the three dragon giants present, Yan Qi had the most exaggerated expression, as if he had witnessed an incredible event.

"Bamboo boat and... steamed buns?!"

On the mountain platform of the Yuanyue "Red Leaf Hunting Tournament", Xingping Chuangzhen pointed to the looming snacks on the TV screen and shouted.

Wow...

Many Chinese chefs stood up at the guest table.

"This, this is!"

"White, black, blue, red, four-colored buns, how did I think of a terrible legend!" A chef sweated on his forehead.

Not to mention the dull guests, in the corner of the audience, Qi Nan, the manager of the Dan Fei Building, and Shen He, the head chef, had a discussion.

"Chu Shen, are you sure?" Qi Nan gasped.

Shen He was shocked and said: "Very sure! This is another ancient recipe in the field of façade points, and it is of the supreme level. The method is far more complicated than the golden laugh!"

After all, in the glorious generations of the Chinese food industry a hundred years ago, many stories have been passed down to modern times by word of mouth.

Chinese chefs have heard Huang Jin laugh, and naturally they have also heard the supreme recipe representing the mystery of the Bai Luo family's pasta.

"It's the Four Gods Seafood Babao Zhenhun Steamed Bun!"

"It's also called the soul-saving bag!"

Finally, there is a giant Lin, who has solved the mystery in one word.

Yu Hong, a giant Lin giant led by Longzhen Restaurant, murmured.

"Soul Soul Pack! That's right!"

At the seats in the eight-faced building, the two Lin giants Yan Mo and Hongyi were stunned.

"I understand!" The little fairy Wu Yingying suddenly shouted, "No wonder he made a special trip to ask the mystery of the "Yin Yang and Five Elements" a few days ago. It turned out to be an ancient recipe that was intended to completely confess the highest mystery of the Luo family in modern times!"

Far away in the humble restaurant in Shudi, Mr. Xia, who was watching the live broadcast of the finals with relish, also stood up in shock. The long wooden stool fell over. He ignored him, staring straight at the TV, and read the four-color buns on the front. Ancient Chinese characters:

"White Tiger!"

"Suzaku!"

"Green Dragon!"

"Xuanwu!"

Another voice echoed with Old Man Xia:

"Four spirits, four sacred beasts, suppress the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest...to achieve a balance in the dark!" The Baiyulou in Ouchi is a dragon head, regardless of the level of cooking, regardless of male, female, old or young, all foolishly.

"Is this, this is true? There is a chef who has restored something in the legend!" There was even a female disciple covering her mouth, her eyes filled with excitement tears.

Anyone who has seen it from a young age has heard of the legendary recipes with cocoons in their ears, turning them into concrete and real dishes that are visible to the eyes. It is estimated that they will be extremely excited when they are alive in front of their eyes.

Through time and space!

Not to mention the off-site response.

On the field.

"What's this smell!"

"It has captured me!"

The buns came out of the cage, placed on the bamboo boat, and the taste drifted out. The five mysterious judges immediately lost their souls. They moved forward mechanically as if they had been subjected to fascinating spells, and gathered at Table 1.

Xia Yu and Zhu Qing, one left and one right, separated the two sides of the bamboo boat to welcome this special group of diners.

"Would you like to taste it?" Xia Yu asked with a smile.

"Why!" Nu Liang didn't answer, but asked in a low voice suspiciously, "These buns seem to have a mysterious force attracting us!"

"Yes! I can't control my unicorn arm anymore!" The red judge laughed low, his fists were tightly clenched under his sleeves, and the veins were squirming like small insects, obviously trying to endure something.

"You guys don't want this expression!"

Xia Yu was frightened by the expressions of these guys. It was precisely because he knew their details that he was nervous, and said hurriedly, "Is the appetite that I want to eat turbulent? Then try it quickly, don't fret!"

"Taste it, and you can calm down!" He added slyly.

"Is it?"

"I hope you are not talking nonsense, I hate the feeling that you are about to lose control! It's been a long time!" The red judge barked his teeth with a fierce light in his eyes. Care of buns.

This steamed bun is a "Suzaku steamed bun" with red skin, and the sweet flavor of vegetables comes in the mouth.

Puff!

Without extra observation, opening his mouth is just a bite, and the juice shot suddenly.

The hand froze in front of his mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Regardless of the outer skin, the seafood filling inside the bun is enough to fill the mouth and satisfy.

The dough is incredibly soft.

The fillings are simmered and boiled, and the umami flavor forms a vast melody that hits the head.

The rhythm of the wind and clouds began, the red judge swallowed several big buns in just one minute, and the audience was amazed by that.

Seeing the judge tasted the four-color steamed buns in one breath, the overeating was far from stopping, Xia Yu hurriedly stopped.

The hand was clasped.

Ok?

The red judge woke up with a shake of his head, and Xia Yu let go at the right time. This hot-tempered judge was unexpected but not angry. On the contrary, the expression on his face was extremely calm. The previous eyes that implied irritability were as peaceful and deep as Gutan. .

The breath of a Taoist monk!

Taking a step back, the red judge bowed ninety degrees, "It's rude!"

The etiquette is very good.

After speaking, he returned to upright, standing like loose, and fell silent.

What's the situation?

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