Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

"Inexplicable!"

Turning back to the kitchen, he seemed to be preparing dishes with his back to the counter, but in reality, Xia Yu tried to hold back his inner smile, almost laughing out loud.

Decree?

Maybe it was a different time and space, or maybe I didn't personally see the style and appearance of the Chinese world on this plane. In short, Xia Yu really didn't catch a cold on this leading decree.

As he said earlier, the aircraft carrier cannon is much more useful than the decree.

and many more!

However, Xia Yu's eyes are slightly solemn, if he connects with the mysterious and mysterious "qi" of this world, and the existing and gradually expanding group of food tyrant chefs, the so-called gourmet cell owners...

The leader who sits high in the Forbidden City of China definitely has the "strength" to dominate a domain. Is this strength a culinary skill or is it derived from other unknowns?

Xia Yu was curious.

"Just leave it!"

But it was just thinking about it. Xia Yu shrugged, discarded the extra thoughts, and focused only on the fourth dish of the banquet tonight.

After all, I'm going back to China. Not only can the final dinner party not be messed up, but it will be a prosperous event.

The other end.

At the entrance of the store, Wei Qinglian was quite surprised to see Xia Yu back to the kitchen.

This young man does not care about her, let alone the decree of the dragon head.

The dragon head's decree was rather empty, just a password, and Wei Qinglian, as a living person, at this time, really felt Xia Yu's indifferent attitude towards her.

Being in a high position in the Chinese world, and getting used to being chased by similar young talents and shouting to seniors, Wei Qinglian was stunned for a long time before his eyes showed irritation.

"What an unruly wild boy!"

She couldn't help whispering.

"It's all right!" Zhu Qing shook his hand and drove people away. "Go back and tell that person, we don't need his decree, let's go back to our head office?"

"You go quickly!"

After finishing speaking, Zhu Qing also walked back to the bar and sat down, giving Wei Qinglian the back of his head.

After being evicted one after another, Wei Qinglian was at the door, thinking of the task of the leader, and then secretly annoyed by Zhu Qing and Xia Yu's attitude. Now, neither leaving nor staying, the situation is quite embarrassing.

Three Chinese chefs confronted each other in Chinese, and only a few of the people in the store figured out the situation.

This table in Jixingliao.

"Who is this woman?" Yoshino Yuuhime said angrily, "It seems to be looking for something!"

When Tian Suohui heard her deliberately amplify her voice, she was so frightened that she hurriedly covered her partner's mouth, her face paled: "Yu Ji-chan, you can't say that. This lady may understand, let's not fan the flames!"

"By the way, what happened to the bandage on her hand?" Sakura Ryoko was puzzled.

The most educated Marui Zenji pushed black-rimmed glasses, and there was a detective inferring light flashing in his eyes, "Her hands are obviously well-trained, very generous, not like women's hands, but unfortunately, without this layer With bandages, you can analyze a lot of things with the palm of your hand..."

"According to that, she looks like she has been practicing sword skills over the years?"

A group of people thought.

For Wei Qinglian, Shijie also launched a discussion.

"Is there such a female chef in China?"

"No information!" Ruishan Zhijin also put down his cell phone, "There is no way to find her life history on the Internet."

"It's Wei Qinglian, right? Will she show up in public activities under another identity and name?" Ji Zhiguo Ningning, who can listen and speak Chinese, said with a frown.

Simultaneously.

The heroine general, Dojima Gin and Saiba Joichiro also started the topic.

"Jiichiro, you have been wandering around all over the years, is there this Chinese female chef in your memory?" Dojima Gin asked.

Cai Pau Ichiro held his chin to think for a long time, and shook his head with the same caring look in his son's eyes, "No memory!"

Sage Karl and Nakiri Senzaemon, who were also at the counter, looked at each other.

"like……"

Nageri Senzaemon is also not sure. He has a good memory. About a few years ago, at a large state banquet in China, I heard the giant at the same table say this name. It seems to be the state banquet chef, "that is, the chef. Huh?"

Carl nodded. "It should be."

The two were silent.

The banquet continues.

Xia Yu prepares the fourth dish, and everyone in the store is enjoying a warm grilled paella.

One by one, the tin foil bags were loosely tied, and the mouth of the bag was opened.

At the table in Pole Star Liao, the friends were blown away by the smell of hot spices. There was saliva on the corner of Yoshino's mouth. She was impatient, took a bowl of spoon, stood up and scooped back a bowl full of seafood rice.

Just about to eat, the gaze from behind made her move frozen.

"stare--"

Yoshino Yuuhime twisted her body and muttered in her heart, that strange woman hasn't left yet?

The thought was just a flash, holding the spoon, opening his mouth to swallow the spoonful of hot rice, "stare—"

Another feeling of being stared at.

With resentment or other things in his eyes, Yuuhime Yoshino felt uncomfortable.

Snapped!

The sound of chopsticks thrown on the table.

The dining was affected by the strange sight, and Zhu Qing was the most unbearable.

"You haven't left yet?" Turning around from the stool, shaking her hand in disgust at the standing woman at the store door, Zhu Qing shouted, "Go and go, don't stand like this and watch others eat!"

Put yourself in it and think about it, at the dinner table, there is a strange woman with a blank expression, no one can eat it, right?

"stare--"

Qing Yu answered Zhu Qing with a non-emotional sight.

"..."

Zhu Qing's forehead is full of veins, and his heart is almost violent, "I am staring at you as a ghost! What to look at?!"

The abnormal dining situation in the store also fell into Xia Yu's eyes.

Did not eat wildly.

The tin foil bags are all opened, and some guests have scooped back the grilled paella with bowls, but no one moved their chopsticks or spoons to eat a little bit of rice.

"This woman..."

Xia Yu couldn't make the fourth dish anymore, and the corners of her mouth twitched vigorously, "What a human-shaped stink! Banquet spoiler!"

.

At this time, in Xia Yu's surprised eyes, Sage Carl and Senzaemon glanced at each other. Senzaemon raised his hand and knocked on the glass in front of the bar. Xia Yu could only open one window.

"Let her come in." Nakiri Senzaemon said in an unquestionable tone. "After all, she is an imperial cook and should be treated with enough courtesy."

Royal kitchen?

Xia Yu was quite surprised.

"In this era, is there still such an identity as a royal chef?" He was puzzled.

"I live in Ouchi, the head chef of the state banquet, who is not the royal kitchen?" Instead, Senzaemon looked at him strangely.

Sage Carl also nodded at him: "To treat her courteously is to respect her cooking skills. No matter why she comes, from the perspective of cooking skills, she deserves your seat."

Xia Yu shrugged, and the two big men opened their mouths, and there was no resistance in his heart.

This is going downhill with a donkey.

It just so happened that this woman, standing at the door of the store like a stinky egg, seriously disrupted the atmosphere of the banquet. It is already the limit to keep it away. If you rush people, the style of painting may change drastically and stage a Tokyo realistic version of Street Fighter. .

Again.

To be rough means to completely tear the face and add a deadly enemy.

Even if I haven't returned to China, there will be one more deadly enemy. Even if Xia Yu is fearless, he will inevitably mutter. What's the matter, labor and capital really have a mocking face of all enemies?

Zhu Qing's anger was almost gone. He approached the bar window and whispered: "Ayu, do you remember the old guy's advice?"

"Take care! Be cautious!"

Ok.

Xia Yu, who considers herself sensible, decides to follow good faith.

"You, come in—"

So Wei Qinglian at the store door, seeing the boy in the window of the bar, hooked her finger at her.