Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

The night is getting deeper.

It was almost twelve o'clock at midnight that the noisy shopping street showed signs of desertion.

The restaurant began to clean up the tables and chairs, and the food festival stalls outside were more or less ready to move away.

The wind suddenly picked up late at night. The weather forecast said that there will be a sharp drop in temperature tonight. At this time, Morita Maki stood at the entrance of the Morita Noodle Dianya shop. When the wind blows, the whole person is shaking, and he realizes this deeply. How bad is the temperature drop.

There are no guests, and I can finally go upstairs to find a scarf to protect against the wind, but Maki Morita was about to take a step, and the clear conversation passing by the store made her subconsciously stop.

Two men looking like reporters with cameras on their chests discussed excitedly.

"Tonight, the chef's Christmas food festival stalls are really popular. The whole truckload of red wine was sold out half an hour ago!"

"It's not just Chef Xia's shop. The business in this neighborhood is terribly hot tonight. When the report is published tomorrow, it is estimated that the entire East Asian food industry will be eye-catching."

"Let me say that Chef Xia’s price for snacks is too close to the people, 500 yen for a cup of mulled wine and a bag of roasted chestnuts. Elementary school students have the purchasing power, so the queue size is so scary. Really, I would rather set the price higher. It’s better to scare the other guests away and let us repeat the free tasting. That’s great!"

"Hey, stop dreaming, this is a big holiday gift, I don't know when to wait next time!"

It wasn't until the voice was too far to hear that Morita Maki stepped forward again.

Humph!

Walking in her little boots, Maki Morita was inexplicably brisk. When she went to the boudoir and put a scarf on herself in front of the makeup mirror, she couldn't help but glance at a gift box on the makeup table.

The gift box is tied with a bow, and there is nothing unique in it, just a knitted scarf. What is the meaning? This is a girl in the Jixingliao dormitory, who stayed up all night to knit with stitches, and the band-aids still tied to her fingers are staying up late. I was accidentally stabbed by a needle during a nap.

"Didi, didi di, didi di..."

Suddenly, an alarm clock sounded in the room, and Maki Morita screamed. Of course she would not forget the alarm clock she adjusted by herself. She slapped her forehead, "It's only 10 minutes before twelve!"

"Don't be afraid, Maki!"

Holding the claw machine with both hands, the girl muttered to herself and cheered herself up, her face so firm.

Open the line software.

"Are you there?"

"..."

Just after sending this news, Maki Morita looked at the previous historical news that had not received a reply. From last night to late tonight, there seemed to be about seven or eight "are you there?" She stuck out her tongue and two cheeks appeared. The lovely Hongxia whispered in embarrassment and stomped her feet, "Ayu is really true. He hasn't responded to me since yesterday, what are you doing!"

The girl faintly realizes that if she sends similar "are you there" nonsense, I am afraid that she will not get the response she wants.

Once again plucked up courage, with a trembling finger, struggling to type a message:

"If you see it, please come to that place, you know, I have a Christmas present for you!"

"You must come! I'm waiting for you!"

Snapped!

After the phone was locked and the chat box could not be seen, the beating heart gradually returned to its normal frequency. The girl held her phone and closed her eyes and opened her eyes, inhaling and exhaling. Repeatedly, the whole person calmed down after two or three minutes. .

I found the gift bag and filled it with a gift box. Of course, besides the towel, there were two boxes of Christmas snacks with Maki Morita's personal imprint. One box was chocolate candies and the other was Christmas cakes.

Carrying the bag, chuckles downstairs, the footsteps startled Morita mother in the kitchen, poked her head out to the girl who flew out of the pastry house and shouted: "Maki, what are you going to do?!"

The girl didn't answer, she was in the corner of the store by the way, and moved a small cardboard box, so she took a lot of things in her left and right hands, and disappeared in the strong wind in the shopping street.

...

Xia’s Christmas Food Festival stalls are closed.

It’s enough to deal with empty red wine bottles. The cooking pots and woks have to be moved back to the backyard. It’s worth mentioning that the snacks of sisters Yuchuan and Zhu Qing also sold well and received great reviews tonight. Sold out.

The customers in the store walked and scattered. On the street outside, there was a car parked in the dark.

The driver is a professional driver in a suit, taciturn.

In the back seat of the car, Alice in a dress, biting her lip and fidgeting, turned on her phone screen from time to time, looked at the silent chat box, and gritted her teeth and cursed: "Play dead, play dead, tell you to play dead! Just no Reply to me!"

Angrily kicked the seat, the driver in the front seat looked straight ahead without squinting.

Fingers trembled with anger, and knocked out another message:

"My good lecturer, would you like my Christmas gift? I'm just outside your door, come out!"

"A distance within reach!"

It is simply bold and explicit, and the style is perfectly in line with the success of the last night attack.

After sending the message, Alice glanced sideways at the complete gift bag next to her, and sighed after confirming that there was nothing wrong. She looked a little worried and hopeful, "The lecturer will come, right? I'm at his door. , If you don't come..."

at the same time.

Hakone, on the outskirts of Tokyo.

In the mountains and forests, Chiyo Shrine, Nagiri Erina holding the vermilion railings, looking at the town under the mountain, like fireflies, with a lingering shame.

Thinking of myself waiting for him at the door all afternoon but languishing, bang!

Kicked on the railing for a long while, the size and undulation of the small breasts eased, Erina expressionlessly, unlocked the phone screen, still the familiar chat box interface.

The avatar of the chat partner is a toasting picture of the final victory over the stage in the Sapporo event. The star is shining.

Like Morita Maki, there is a historical chat record with a strong sense of sight.

Are you there?

Is it there anyway?

Don't pretend to be dead, come out and make a noise.

The most recent news was that Erina gave up waiting and rushed to Hakone Chiyo Shrine in a special car. He was sent out on the way to participate in the winter training class. She was angry and indifferent: "I threw the Christmas present in the trash can, don't read it!"

After changing her place and mood, looking at the news again, Erina saw a wave of fluctuations in her eyes, and she withdrew with her finger, but the text didn't move, her shoulders collapsed slightly and finally gave up.

How to do it?

Erina frowned and bit her lip, slapping the railing constantly, regretting it in her heart.The urge to get angry at the moment really killed someone, how should I tell that annoying guy that she put a Christmas gift somewhere and had it passed it on?

...

"call!"

Hearing the sound of twelve o'clock midnight in the store, Xia Yu finally wiped off the sweat on his forehead after moving the stove, revealing a self-confessed innocent smile: "Christmas Eve is over, am I a successful escape?"

The unexpected calm today is unbelievably calm.

Gee!

I had to secretly praise my wise martial arts, these little girls, with tender skin, did not dare to stuff gifts in front of them, and mobile phones became a channel for transmitting messages.So, Xia Yu was predictive yesterday. He left the phone on the bedside for charging in advance, turned it off all the time, and didn't take it with him.

What was it like yesterday?

To be honest, very curious.

After 12 o'clock, at Christmas, Xia Yu finally went upstairs calmly and found the phone on the bedside.

The boot animation flashes.

Ding!Ding!

The message that pops up in the push bar is indeed from the chat software.

But opening the software, a bunch of front-line avatars, carrying a reminder of the number of red unread messages, made Xia Yu hiss and gasp, "Fuck, this number is a bit bad!"

Xia Yu shuddered at that time, and noticed a strong resentment rushing towards him.