Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

A car slowly stopped in the central area.

The crowd dispersed, but there were still many people staying, whispering.

Click!

Xia Yu opened the door and got into the car. An old man in the back seat closed his eyes and asked, "Where is Lei Zhe?"

"Expelled him."

"Expulsion?"

Senzaemon had a faint expression on his face. Before he rushed, he had received the relevant report, otherwise he would not have come so timely.

Opening his eyes, General Yuan Yue stared at Xia Yu.

"What did he say before he left?"

Seeing the dignity in General Yuanyue's eyes, Xia Yu was stunned: "I didn't say anything, I just asked a few security personnel and a special hunter to take him away..."

With that, he paused.

"correct!"

Unexplainable anxiety.

Fresh halberd!

Lei Zhe's sneer face seemed to be engraved in his head.Xia Yu couldn't help asking: "Commander, above the Lin rank, is there really another set of halberd eating rules different from the special rank and the lower rank?"

Senzaemon nodded.

"Yes!"

He said in a low voice: "One set is the conventional halberd eating rules originally followed, and the specific regulations shall be decided by both parties. The other set, applicable to Lin and Dragon levels, is called mandatory halberd eating rules!"

Mandatory eating halberd?!

Damn it!

Xia Yu almost stopped breathing.

"Do not worry!"

"Unless you are promoted to Lin rank, this compulsory halberd rule will not be activated."

The old man said with relief: "As long as you maintain the usual heart of today, don't be provoked by him, and easily agree to a dark halberd. Regardless of how Lei Zhe acts without style, it is impossible to drag you into the culinary showdown."

"But apart from cooking, Lei Zhe has too many disgusting tricks, just like today." Xia Yu shrugged, "The jade of the Jade Generation needs to be polished, but it is humiliated by a chef Tai Shan in public, that self-esteem It's going to explode."

Hearing this, Senzaemon showed a slight smile.

"It depends on their psychological adjustment!"

"Ok!"

Xia Yu touched his chin with a sense of fact, "I don't know, for the students, this time is a sharpening."

"After all, in the future, when they open restaurants and face all kinds of customers, especially when they entertain their predecessors who are more skilled in cooking, their heart must be strong enough!"

Look through the car window.

For a long time, I was on the steps, dazed.

Xingping Chuangzhen scratched his head and looked at the cart stall in front of him that was about to be destroyed.

This contrast is too sharp.

He couldn't help but praised the mentality of eating halberd pig's feet. However, the members of the top ten, whether it is the chief Si Yingshi, or the eighth seat of Jiu Wo Zhaoji, have the performance of their self-esteem being shattered and need to be adjusted.

Xia Yu sighed inwardly.

In contrast to the repeated defeats of Koping Chuangzhen, these ten greats, including Cherie Rina, have too obvious weaknesses.

However, he can also understand.

The media was black, and the ten great guys probably ignored it, but they were given a bad review by a chef Lin who was a monument in their minds. That tons of mental output, tusk, in a sense, the glass heart burst.

"Go home!"

Senzaemon said to the old butler in the driving seat.

He plans to discuss with Xia Yu how to deal with the offensive of the Food Club.

Perhaps this is the prelude to the food war.

...

Cut the house.

This is a large-scale complex of buildings, the inner and outer floors, and I don't know how many in and out.

"Where can you hide?"

On the winding corridor, Dojima's silver walks like flying.

He had a calm smile on his face, but he was a little embarrassed.

The plaid shirt was full of holes, almost turned into a strip of cloth, and the exposed skin had a trace of blood, which looked like a hidden weapon like a dart. It was very shallow, and it was not even a skin injury.

Huh!

The pond beside the cloister broke open.

Water splashed everywhere, a water lily exploded, and the female ninja hiding under the water pierced Dojima's silver heart with a dagger like lightning.

"Very good!" Dojima Gin was not surprised but laughed instead. The dagger's stab wanted to be fast, and the moves were sharp, hitting the fate gate without any fancy.

Click!

Dojima Gin came with a simpler triple move. The hand knife slashed and clanged, and the poisoned dagger was knocked into the air. Then he moved his feet and pushed his body forward, bending his elbows, and hitting it firmly. On a bunch of soft things.

boom!

The Chaliao door collapsed, and the female ninja's petite and vigorous body looked like a dead fish at this time. She got out for a long time without getting up.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Dojima Gin's face looked a little strange.

Another female ninja approached from behind, also a simple grappling, but very fragrant. Before hiding under the water, her tights were soggy, almost like a layer of veil, she was so close to the body, the skin was so smooth and intimate. The gentle feeling made Dojima Gin's single old man stiff for a second.

His eyes opened suddenly.

"Boom!"

There was an earthquake and sawdust splashed away.

It took a while for Dojima Ginto to get up from the ground. Looking back, there was a pothole behind him. The female ninja who was embedded in the cloister hole gave the old man a sorrowful look. This turned her head and fainted.

"Hey Hey……"

Pausing, standing for a few seconds to admire the scenery of the female body, Dojima Gin simply stripped off his broken shirt and walked along the corridor.

At the end of the cloister, is a tall wooden building resembling a palace.

The hall door has opened a gap.

Pushing the door open, Dojima Ginha ha laughed and said, "You should surrender!"

This is a collection hall. Many precious antiques have not moved. Deep down, the female leader is holding something in the shape of a pot, watching Dojima Gin's vigilantly.

"what!"

Step forward, one step, two steps, to the third step, the smile on Dojima Gin's face suddenly disappeared.

"you……"

With a deep drowsiness, Dojima Gin shook his head, but fell into a seat with a plop.

Upon seeing this, there was a hint of joy in Ying's eyes.

"Finally anesthetize him!"

Without hesitation, Ying grabbed the pot and fled from the house.

Dojima Gin touched a blood stain on his back. It turned out that the female ninja who grabbed him had prepared an extraordinary anesthetic item. No wonder he could not resist.

...

When Dojima Gin wakes up from his anaesthetic sleep, he finds himself lying on the tatami in the tea room.

The young and old men sitting opposite each other at the tea table stopped talking and looked at him.

"Chief, are you awake?"

The young man smiled.

"Ha, ha ha!"

Touching his head and sitting up, Dojima Gin looked at his shirtless, with an embarrassed smile on his face, "Um, I stunned the two intruders, but their leader ran away."

"Not only ran away, but also took the commander's collection away."

"Yes, I like that collection very much."

Kirizenzaemon echoed.

"By the way, when did you make such a realistic counterfeit, Commander?" Xia Yu was teased. These invaders were most likely sent by Lei Zhe. I can only say that Lei Zhe will be in a mood when he sees the pot. Falling to the bottom from the clouds.

Are you surprised or surprised?

...

In Tokyo, a speeding car stopped on a suburban road.

Soon, another car dashed over.

"Where are the kitchen utensils!"

Lei Zhe, who received good news the first time since Yuanyue left, hurriedly got out of the car.

The female ninja named Ying uncovered the cloth covered by the pot.

Starting with the kitchenware, the metal texture is strong, and this feel makes Lei Zhe's eyes widened, "It's true!"

Look carefully at the texture and inscription details on the four sides of the pot.

And rusty.

That appearance, and the high-definition picture that Lei Zhe took out for comparison, is exactly the same!

But the palm of his hand touched the bottom of the pot, and Lei Zhe's expression was stagnant.

The bottom of the pot is engraved with words.

It was left by a group of craftsmen: cut, fake.

"Fake!"

Ying translated the meaning of these Chinese characters softly, and suddenly, Lei Zhe's forehead blue veins jumped wildly.

boom!

With a fierce throw, the metal pot violently collided with the road ground, sparkling fires everywhere, and then the pot became fragments scattered on the floor.

Lei Zhe's face changed, blue and red.

Two faces, one old and one young, appeared in his mind, and the teasing smile seemed to say:

Are you surprised or surprised?