Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

The time went back one hour ago.

At this time, Xia Yu was still busy with the aftermath of the Academy Festival at Yuanyue Campus, but in a corner of the shopping street, Yan Qi and Chen Yang, the old and the young, had a wonderful meeting.

In the residential area behind the shopping street, Chen Yang put his hands in his trouser pockets, and just walked a corner, but stopped abruptly.

Some people put their hands on his shoulders, which can be said to be unaware of ghosts.

Cold sweat could not help but seep, Chen Yang found that he couldn't move his footsteps, and only asked in a quiet voice, "Who are you?"

"Yangzi..."

A long-lost breast call made Chen Yang's pupils tighten.

Turned around suddenly.

"Yan, Mr. Yan!"

There was excitement in Chen Yang's eyes, as well as a trace of fear.

That's right.

At a glance, he recognized Yan Qi, who was completely different from this bustling city in Tokyo.

Having said that, more than a decade has passed, and the appearance of this eight-sided building hasn't changed much.

No one knows the exact age of Yan Qi. It is said that he is over 60 years old, but his neatly combed and bun hair is still black and shiny.

Even the skin does not see the slightest wrinkle.

Patting Chen Yang on the shoulder, Yan Qi released his hand, looked directly into his eyes, and slowly said: "Abandon the "Jade Dragon Pot"."

Chen Yang looked like a student facing the teacher, lowered his head, but his hands on his side were clenched into fists.

"The "Jade Dragon Pot" is about the rise and fall of the Chen family!"He said.

"Do not!"

Yan Qi said: "Scheming to seize such a magical weapon will accelerate Chen's demise!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang took two steps back.

"Are you the old immortal messenger?!" Chen Yang tragically, "I didn't expect you, the teacher who was expected to break through the Heavenly King realm ten years ago, would still surrender to his feet!"

Ten years ago, Chen Yang was a disciple of the Yan family.

In the early years, Yan Qi was picking potential seeds for the dark world and personally nurturing them. Chen Yang's parents were in the Chinese gastronomy world and belonged to the newly emerging giants. Their bloodline was fully qualified to learn art under Yan Qi's family.

"It doesn't matter whose messenger I am!"

Yan Qi shook his head: "The important thing is that the Chen family can't repeat the same mistakes!"

There was a trace of madness in Chen Yang's eyes, "The "Jade Dragon Pot" must be obtained!This is the hope of revenge for my mother and I!Even if you can't get revenge, you must completely destroy this kitchenware, and let the old guy's dream of chasing the steps of his predecessors shattered!"

Yan Qi sighed: "Yangzi, you are stunned!"

There was a moment of silence.

"follow me--"

Yan Qi said this to Chen Yang, who had recovered a little, and then stepped forward.

Chen Yang paused for a few seconds, but still followed.

As they walked and talked, they couldn't help recalling the old things, mentioning all kinds of apprenticeship and art studies ten years ago.

Before I knew it, I arrived at the Xia's Shopping Street and approached the most central restaurant cabin.

The sight immediately caught a young man who had just crossed the fence and was about to enter the door. Chen Yang paused, with hostility and vigilance between his brows, and took a deep breath: "Teacher, you take me here... "

"You were active in Dongying and sought information about the "Jade Dragon Pot," I still knew from him."Yan Qi also stepped over the wooden fence separating the restaurant cabin, stood on the inner wall, and waved to Chen Yang, "Come in."

Yan Qi said that the amount of information was too great, and Chen Yang stood in a daze for a while before hesitated, and stepped into the store with Yan Qi.

...

Speaking of Xia Yu returning from outside, the first time, he went straight to the kitchen.

Sister Tamagawa came back first.

"Boss Xia!"

Seeing him, she didn't say hello, her brows tightened, and she went straight into the kitchen. Misa Tamagawa couldn't help but leaned toward the bar, opened the window, and shouted to him: "The restaurant is not open yet, there is not a single guest!"

Xia Yu looked like she was waking up from a dream.

"Oh, no normal business and no customers? No, right? What's this?"

He slapped his forehead and scolded himself, holding on to the many thoughts that burst out of his heart for a while, Xia Yu shouted: "I'm back from Sapporo, where is my food box?"

"Ingredients box?"

Tamagawa Misa looked dumbfounded.

"Are you talking about the box that stored a lot of trophies and rare ingredients by defeating the halberd thistle?" Ayaka Tamagawa said.

"Yes, where did you put it?"

"I'll get it!"

Tamagawa Ayaka walked away quickly, and within a few minutes, she moved a metal box to the kitchen counter.

Click!

Enter the password, the lid opens and the cold wind blows.

No matter what else, Xia Yu reached in, grabbed a glass bottle shining with golden light, and immediately closed the box tightly.

I freeze the bottle with my eyes, and a system text pops up on the retina after a while:

""Melke's Stars", taboo spice, 50 grams."

"The currently applicable recipe is "Melk's Light"."

The spice bottle appeared, and a dreamy golden halo suddenly floated in the kitchen.

"The recipe says that for a spice recipe one serving at a time, you need to mix 5 grams of "Melke's Stars" with other spices.In other words, I can only practice this bottle of stuff 10 times!"

"Try it first to see the depth!" Xia Yu gritted his teeth.

Carefully took the spoon and pulled out a spoonful of golden dust.

At this moment, not only was the light dizzy, the strong scent came out of the kitchen, and sisters Tamagawa Misa and Tamagawa Ayaka seemed to be blown by the wind of spices, with a look of surprise on their faces.

Many more bottles and cans were brought in.

"Pizza, 10 grams!"

"Rosemary, um, also known as the'dew of the ocean', has a special sweetness and pine wood fragrance, but if you taste it, the sweetness has a bitter taste... 15 grams!"

"Thyme, thyme, one of the most important edible herbs in the Mediterranean basin, has the reputation of'harmonizer' in the culinary field, the aroma is long-lasting and elegant... I use dry powder here, the aroma is about 40% less than the fresh one, and the dosage is slightly Increase it, how about 20 grams?"

Sister Yuchuan saw Xia Yu babbled, couldn't help being stunned.

At first glance, Xia Yu’s spice formula is no different from ordinary "Italian synthetic spice". From pizza, to rosemary, oregano, thyme, etc., it is simply a mixture of spices, and there is no pattern. where.

Even when the two saw Xia Yu set up a pan on the stove and smeared oil on the bottom of the pan, they immediately covered their mouths with fright.

"This, is this to fry spices?"

"Melke's Stars" is a taboo spice that needs to be fried?"

Not to mention Tamagawa Misa's surprise, the relatively knowledgeable Tamagawa Ayaka can't help but mutter: "Frying? This process is to make the spices better. But why does Chef Xia insist on "Melke's stars" , Suitable for frying?The forbidden ingredients are very precious and delicate!"

Before they could ask carefully, Xia Yu had already started stir fry.

Huh!

Huh!

There is not much fat in the pot, only a shallow layer is applied to the surface.

The mixed spice dust poured into the pot, and the small wooden spatula was swung around, like a magic wand releasing bursts of incredible fragrance.

Just right.

Yan Qi led Chen Yang into the shop.

The aroma carried a trace of scorching heat into the nose, and the two of them stunned their feet, staring at the kitchen where the aroma was released, with surprise in their eyes: "What is this smell?"

Chen Yang couldn't even control his body and shook. For a moment, it seemed as if he was on the paradise of spice. There was a little angel with a golden halo on his head in his field of vision, around him, giggling.

Just smell the smell, there are addictive symptoms.Chen Yang looked slightly lost.

But suddenly, the aroma disappeared.

It was Xia Yu in the kitchen who turned off the valve.

"Hey!"

With a sigh, Xia Yu rubbed her eyebrows in front of the stove, muttering to herself with great distress: "The heat of cooking spices is very, very difficult to control!"