Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

Two days before the "Garden Festival", when the publicity offensive was overwhelming online and offline, forming all-round coverage, the kitchen in the Jixingliao dormitory was a cloud of gloom.

"No, no more!"

Tian Suohui poured cold water into her mouth, and the burning sensation in her mouth and body was slightly relieved.

She looked scared and looked at the plates of Mapo tofu on the table in front of her.

"Still not working!"

Xingping Chuang really rested his chin with his eyebrows entangled. He also ate a spoonful of mapo tofu. He muttered vaguely as he chewed: "It's very spicy, but this "spicy" is the same as I have tasted at the Chinese Cooking Research Association. Too much difference!"

boom!

"hateful!"

With both hands on the table, Xingping Chuangzhen practiced, failed, and practiced for several days in a continuous cycle. Even if the big heart inevitably has a tendency to explode, "Why, it is called "spicy", but the taste is a heaven and an underground. Well, lacking the depth of captive hearts!"

"Because..." Tian Suohui cautiously, "I have mastered the ultimate key for a long time!"

"Xingping-san!"

She plucked up the courage: "Let's change our mindset. In the "spicy" duel, there is no hope of winning at all!Can't head iron!"

"No!"

Xingping Chuangzhen swept away his decay, with a flame of fighting spirit burning in his eyes, "It's not time to give up lightly!"

Then, he turned around to prepare the ingredients.

Cut green peppers, sliced ​​meat, and soon serve twice-cooked pork and green pepper shreds.

"It really doesn't work!"

Tian Suohui ate two mouthfuls and burst into tears. She pointed to her swollen lips and started crying: "If I eat more, I won't be able to recover the day after tomorrow. How can I entertain the guests at the garden festival!"

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Xingping Chuang really opened her mouth, bowed her head and sighed, and untied her apron.

Jixingliao dormitory is much quieter than usual.

Issehui led the rest of the friends to set up the pavement, busy from morning till night.

Even the air in the kitchen is full of annoying spicy flavors. Xingping Chuangzhen came out and breathed the fresh air. Rarely stretched his waist: "Xiaohui may be right, it's time to change her mind!"

Standing at the entrance of the lobby, sweep towards the courtyard of Jixingliao.

Outside the table and chairs under the shade of the tree, there was a young girl sitting there quietly, with a small tray in front of him, a few plates of homemade delicate desserts, and a cup of afternoon tea.

The girl was looking at something with her mobile phone, with relish, her eyes lost from time to time as if she was immersed in her own world thinking.

Upon seeing this, Xingping Chuangzhen said hello:

"Morita, don't you go to the shop construction site in Chuo Ward to help?"

When I was disturbed, the girl didn't get annoyed. She raised her head and smiled: "Isshiki let me rest well, he, after two days I may be too busy to stop, let me recharge my energy."

Xingping Chuang Zhen was startled, then smiled bitterly.

"Yes!"

He added complicatedly in his heart: "No wonder let Isshiki always rely on it. With Morita's reputation for winning the first prize in the autumn, many guests outside the school will visit the Jixingliao shop for her reputation."

After all, it’s not a dragon and a pig's feet, Xingping Chuangzhen’s ability to regulate emotions is abnormal, and he immediately put on a sunny smile:

"What are you looking at?"

He leaned close to the table and immediately yelled, "Comic?"

Even if you don't have much entertainment cells, don't listen to songs, don't play games, don't watch animations, and put your mind on honing your cooking skills, you will be attracted by the enlarged color-page comics on your mobile phone screen.

It just so happened that Maki Morita turned to the last page with his white fingers, and a prompt popped up like this:

"No more."

"Ah, I'm finished reading it again, remind me more!" Morita Maki muttered.

"let me see!"

Xingping Chuangzhen suddenly became interested.

Because this is a color-page gourmet manga, and the serial plot is reaching its brilliance. The teenager presents an exclusive dish to the discerning guests. It is a strong spicy dish decorated with bright red like flames!

Chinese cuisine!

Morita Maki didn't give him the phone, but just gave him an online reading address, "You can see for yourself."

After that, sip tea with snacks, and squint his eyes comfortably.

She is observing Xingping Chuangzhen.

For a long while.

"How?" Maki asked in a low voice.

Xingping Chuangzhen was still in a daze, staring at the full-color comics posted on his personal Twitter by the unknown author, and muttered to himself: "...Shu people are not afraid of spicy food, Hunan people are not afraid of spicy food, Qian people are afraid of spicy food, it turns out People in these six regions of China are so in pursuit of extreme spicyness, and it's not just Shu people who have a spicy eating habit!"

He looked down.

The hump-backed old customer tasted a kind of red oil dumplings with chopsticks, and immediately it was an expression of enjoyment of ascension.

This is the inner monologue of the chef and operator of the small shop:

"Sure enough, addicted!"

The protagonist with a fresh, realistic painting style and a clear eyebrow clenched his fist and said: "Taste is physiologically defined as sweetness, bitterness, sourness, saltiness and deliciousness. Therefore, "spicy" is not considered physiologically. Taste, taste, strictly speaking, pain!"

"The spicy taste is different from the organs that can sense taste. This kind of thing that is out of the physiological system is actually captured by the vanilla-based receptors..."

"More accurately, chili contains something called capsaicin, which bypasses the tongue and combines with vanillin in neurons in the human body to produce a burning sensation, thus forming a spicy taste!"

"As for the reason for the addiction..."

Xingping Chuangzhen stared wide-eyed and looked down, and couldn't help saying: "The strong spicy taste stimulates the brain, allowing the brain to release the secretion of adrenaline and endorphins. This is the so-called addiction to strong spicy food!"

"So it is!"

The unnamed author, with the voice of the protagonist, conveys very professional cooking knowledge.Xingping Chuangzhen watched it back and forth more than a dozen times, and realized every time he saw it, "I didn't expect spicy dishes to be such a tangled dish!"

Xingping Chuangzhen, who lacks basic theoretical knowledge, seems to have taken a lesson about strong spicy food, and his heart is full of heavy harvest joy.

So professional!

This is Koping's strong impression of the content of the manga.

Suddenly, Koheiji couldn't put it down for things other than cooking.

"And these red oil dumplings, Chinese cuisine..."

Look down again, then look up again after a while, Xingping Chuangzhen's eyes are full of eagerness to try, "So detailed! You can try to restore! My garden festival menu is not allowed to add this recipe!"

He turned around and strode into the room.

Morita Maki watched him disappear, looking up at the corner of his eyes slightly, showing a fox-like smile.

"Sure enough, another new reader has joined!"

The girl's eyes were smiling from the heart.

Maki seems to know the little anonymous author who has followed dozens of people on Twitter.

"Renew! Remind!"

Send a short message.

The comics have just started serialization a few days ago, updated every day, the theme is a small fresh style with small fresh content, there is no fighting and killing, the set is simple, the scene is simple, only the protagonist inherits the daily small shop interacting with various diners The story is not only warm, but also baptized with professional cooking knowledge.

At the very least, Maki thought it was pretty, and she was inspired by a series of cooking close-ups, which aroused a strong urge to practice.

Is this really a little work for practicing?

Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:.Mobile version reading URL: