Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

"Fame has been paid."

"The manga side skill level has been improved!"

"Fame has been paid."

"The manga side skill level has been improved!"

...

A total of 3 similar information prompts.

Xia Yu also didn’t see how much fame was consumed. After the Sapporo event, fame was temporarily in a state that was difficult to exhaust and was constantly being replenished, unless he pumped it out and exchanged all fame points into taboo ingredients in one go. , Otherwise there is no need to worry about the fame pool drying up.

"what!"

There was a tinge of pain in his head.

Since awakening the food cell, mastering the "qi", and having an inhuman body, it has been a long time since Xia Yu's manga side drawing skills are dotted to purple, and the flow of information that instantly floods his head is terrifying.

After a while, the eyes turned to Qingming.

"It turns out that there are so many techniques in comics!" Xia Yu rubbed his eyebrows, how to say, he felt that he was forced into a career as a cartoonist in his memory. His painstaking study of cooking before seemed to have turned into a correct line. , Diverse mirrors and design experience of each and every lively character.

Stand quietly for a while, there are always human body lines twisting in front of you, this is a strong practice heart at work!

There is no digital hand-drawn board used by modern cartoonists.

There is no charcoal for sketching.

Going to the living room on the second floor, rummaging through the cabinets, finally found an ordinary pencil and a few ordinary white papers, spread them on the cleanly wiped dining table, Xia Yu began to write.

Not copying, but mapping the image in the brain onto paper, in other words improvised originality.

For beginners, generally within 5 minutes, the figure can be drawn roughly if it is qualified.Xia Yu held the pen at the beginning, and didn’t care whether her posture was correct or not, how comfortable she was. Just after she wrote the pen, her fingers were still relatively stiff, and the lines drawn were not evenly thick, but only a few strokes. The original sluggish drawing was fast. Xiang Yuanrun exhibition...

ten minutes later.

"Snapped!"

Throwing down the pencil, Xia Yu looked at the characters on the paper, and pressed her chin, slightly expressionless.

A long, long, red scarf with a fluttering red scarf on his head, holding a kitchen blade, with a focused, determined and expressive look. Isn’t it just Liu Maoxing, a pig's foot in China?

"It's okay at a rough look. There are a lot of problems with the paintings on closer inspection!"

Xia Yu sighed secretly.

Just like buying cooking books to learn, the system only provides basic skills for any skill. If you want to advance to a higher level of proficiency, practice is indispensable.

Xia Yu can say that he has mastered the basics of painting, from lines, to human body structure, human body dynamics, clothing, colors, scenes, sub-mirrors, etc., but after writing one sheet, he feels like practicing basic sword behind closed doors. For decades, the hidden swordsman who had just descended from the mountain always felt that he was missing the inner strength mental method that led to his profound skills...

"Practice a few more to see!"

This time, Xia Yu intends to retract the store scene into a storyboard. While looking at the table and chairs, he looked at the table and chairs and lay aside not far away, staring at his big tabby cat with amber eyes, and painted The writing is very smooth.

Xia Yu has his own practice method. The big deal is to ask the system to trace back the memory, to remember the ocean and recall the previous world, the classic works and masterpieces that he has seen.

In a word-

Read more, write more!

...

That evening, Tokyo.

British diplomat's residence, bedroom.

Ying Lili raised her head from the workbench, put her pen and stretched her waist: "The third manuscript has finally been driven out! It's almost painted!"

Toot!

The mobile phone in the pocket of the sportswear sent a message, and when it flicked, it kept ringing.

What's the situation?

The stunned Ying Lili opened, and it turned out that the 1ine social group has blown up. This group is equivalent to the same good group for Ying Lili, because every member in it has the same identity as her——

Fan painter!

"Wow, look at the newsletter!"

"You just saw it? Why doesn't Mr. Kubo stay at home, think about his work, and go to that shopping street for what?"

"Want to try Chef Xia's craftsmanship? But, looking at Mr. Kubo on the picture, his face is ugly, shouldn't he be a closed door? Also, Xia's restaurant is not open normally. It's the same for everyone!"

In the group, it was a discussion about a manga world god Kubo Ryunosuke. Someone posted a newsletter, and Ying Riri opened it, finally understanding the cause and effect.

She laughed inwardly.

Closed door?

Isn't this normal!Without an appointment, rushing to the door is to trouble others!

Just as the fan painter community exploded, the mysterious group owner also bubbled up:

"There is accurate news!"

"Ms. Kubo came to the door, not to try Chef Xia's craftsmanship, but to discuss cooperation! The theme of Mr. Kubo's next work has been determined-gourmet passion!"

boom!

The news is no different from a depth bomb, and the community was silent for a moment, more lively than before.

"No wonder! But Chef Xia... rejected Mr. Kubo?"

"Sure! Look at Mr. Kubo's face, puff..."

"Are you gloating? According to me, it was the celebrity chef whose tail went up to the sky after the Sapporo event, swelling up! Mr. Kubo threw the olive branch and was rejected!"

Soon, the community split into two factions and turned into a battlefield called scolding, and the group leader had to ban all of them.

Ying Lili couldn't laugh anymore.

bad!

The community is banned, and there are discussions on Twitter and other online forums. Ying Lili hurriedly turned on the laptop. Sure enough, wherever there was this news, there was a lot of noise. She switched to Xia Yu’s personal social platform. Even more terrifying, the fan camp has sharpened its knives and has already put on a battlefield!

"Not good, Erina!"

So Ying Lili called her close friend for the first time.

It's about dinner time.

Xia's Restaurant.

Zhu Qing is in charge of the dinner. She hums a Chinese folk song in the open kitchen. Instead of a spatula, she uses a pair of silver chopsticks to pound the dishes in the pot.

In the storefront, writing almost all day, with a thick stack of paper stacked on the desk, Xia Yu threw away the last small pencil in his hand, frowned and said, "Another pencil is gone!"

"Aunt Qing, are you all right?" He turned his head and shouted, touching his stomach.

"Come on, sit down for me!"

Click!

At this moment, there was an emergency brake sound from the store door, and a black car suddenly stopped outside. Xia Yu saw the pair of golden-haired girls hurriedly entering the door from the car and was shocked.

Then he slapped the table, and said to one of the golden girls with a smile but a smile: "Ying Lili, you are the equivalent of surrendering to the Internet cafe? Uh, still so anxious...?"

The girl is definitely in a hurry to go out, her signature double ponytails are not tied, and a golden drape is scattered on the shoulders of the green sportswear.

The strange thing is that the upper body is obviously sportswear, but the lower body is a blue-black uniform skirt with black pantyhose. The slender and straight legs are so thin. They are in contact with the air in December, and I don't know whether it is cold or not.

"Big, big things are not good!"

Without responding to Xia Yu's joking, the girl slammed her hands on the dining table, her face flushed and her expression tightened to look at him out of breath.

"Ok?"

Xia Yu felt the same restlessness, and bit her thumb when she entered the store, revealing a trace of Nageri Erina who blamed Dingding for looking at him.

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