Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

Xia Qing snapped open the "lid" of the bamboo tube, and a corner of the rice ball inside, finally took off her veil like a woman, revealing her true face.

This picture should have been plain and plain.

The picture in the lens of the shooting device is very normal, but the device is dead. If you can't smell the breath that flows out at the moment of uncovering the cover, naturally you can't be pulled into the strange gourmet mood by the taste.

Xia Qing placed the thin bamboo slices in the palm of her hand with a little residual warmth.

Then, he grabbed the bamboo tube and shook a small ceramic bowl slightly when the rice grains mixed with other ingredients fell into the small bowl from the bamboo tube open.

call out--

Everyone in the audience, including Xia Yu and Zhu Qing, was by no means spared.

"Bamboo smells good! What kind of bamboo is this?!"

Xia Yu buried his head, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and he was agitated by his old man's boldness, "I thought the bamboo tube was just a special container..."

The fragrance of bamboo is the thread that attracts people's nose to frantically chase the smell in the air, so it sinks deeper and deeper, the more difficult it becomes to extricate itself.

Wow!

The wind blows the bamboo forest and the branches and leaves sway.

It was just the smell, which brought Xia Yu into a deep and quiet bamboo forest.

Not to mention that Xia Yu's mood was agitated, and everyone in the judging panel was so absorbed by the small bowl of rice that they couldn't look away.

dignified!

The old man Wei's expression changed.

I haven’t tasted it yet, just in terms of the leaked gourmet mood, Huang He’s "Wan Crane Leaving the Nest" seems to be less relaxed and calm than Xia Qing’s deep bamboo world...

However, which one is strong and which is weak is to be tasted.

Thinking of this, Wei's old man pressed his mouth tightly, and the pile of crane blood red rice that had been picked up fell back into the bowl. Instead of continuing to use this pair of chopsticks, he put it down, picked up another pair of clean bamboo chopsticks, and put a few bamboo tubes. The meal is delivered to the mouth.

"call--"

The bamboo forest world that the eyes saw suddenly blew through the strong wind, the slender and tall bamboo swayed in the wind, and the bamboo leaves were flying and falling. Under the strange force of the wind, a verdant wave was surging here.

The old man of the Wei family was stunned among the bamboo leaves, listening to a faint and beautiful melody in the wind.

Ding Ding Ding!

A beautiful woman plays the piano in the depths of the secluded Huang.

Attracted by the sound of the piano, the old man of the Wei family could not help stepping forward, walking barefoot through the clear stream, disturbing a few beasts in the bamboo field, the pheasant flapped its wings and flying away, and the colorful tail feathers were very conspicuous in the green forest.

Boom.

Something soft hit his leg, and the old man of the Wei family lowered his head and found the plump and gray hare staring at him with wide eyes.

I don't know when to stop.

In reality, the old Wei's chopsticks rise and fall more and more densely, taking one bite after another.

"It's game rice!"

Yan Qi chewed and said, the facial reaction was very exciting, "I have eaten rabbit meat, pheasant...Obviously put in granulated meat, not vegetarian, why the bamboo forest mood is so pure?!"

"The fragrance of bamboo that penetrates into the rice with the bamboo tube alone is not enough to suppress the fishy smell of these game dishes, right?" Yan Qi muttered.

"It's bamboo shoots!"

The elder of the Lan family praised: "Furthermore, they are fresh bamboo shoots, fresh and fragrant. Originally, bamboo shoots were fried with game meat and it was delicious, but now, bamboo shoots, glutinous rice, and japonica rice are all in the bamboo tube. Calcined by flames, it truly forms a delicious and interesting work!"

"Huofeng's attainments are not inferior to any veteran Dragon Kitchen!" The old man Li opened his eyes, and the turbidity disappeared.

He was originally Li Han's grandfather, with a flame cooking skill that reached the realm, no one here is more authoritative than him.

The four judges opened their mouths one after another, and the number of leaders in the Chinese industry in the middle was enjoying the taste.

Soon, the commotion in the auditorium subsided, and the four judges stopped talking.

Including Huang He, he who wanted to serve food first, was taken advantage of by Xia Qing, and the face of the Dragon Lord looked ugly.

When the four judges gave praise, Huang He's mood gradually sank.

Just wait for the leader to taste the response.

After a while, the leader slowly ate a bowl of bamboo rice, and there were no particles left in the small bowl.

"Clang, clang..."

It was not a bell, but the dragon head grabbed an unopened bamboo tube, and tapped the bamboo chopsticks lightly with his hands.

"Eh?"

A puzzled look.

Xia Yu also stared at the faucet knocking on the bamboo tube with his eyes closed, confused.

For a long while.

The knocking sound disappeared because one of the bamboo chopsticks was broken.

The leader slowly opened his eyes, looked at the chopsticks in his hand, and sighed with satisfaction and regret: "Good!"

After finishing speaking, he glanced lightly at the bowl of Crane Blood Rice Grains that Huang He had previously given him, shook his head, dropped his broken chopsticks and walked away.

Until the old man's burly back completely disappeared, the auditorium bombed the frying pan.

"The dragon head is finished, there are no particles left!"

"Is this Xia Qing really a new Dragon Chef? Venerable Huang didn't mean that he reached the end of the road to Lin ten years ago, and only broke through to the dragon after going overseas..."

There are about two thousand people present here, who are regarded as the group with the highest taste in the Chinese world, whispering in fright.

The departure of the main judge means that the eating halberd ends here.

No one dared to question the rating of the leader.

Moreover, the leader himself is the head of the Baiyulou, really speaking, Huang He is his cadre, there is no reason for favoritism between public and private leaders.

The yellow crane stood blankly.

It is estimated that the remaining four people at the judging table did not expect the leader to leave the table suddenly, petrifying.

...

The midnight food halberd on the Lou Lin ship stopped abruptly.

The leader didn't really announce who the winner was, so no matter how shocked the audience was, no matter how they discussed, they could only end there in a hurry.

After half an hour.

!

Xia Yu knocked on the door of Yan Qi's "In the Clouds".

"Come in--"

With permission, Xia Yu pushed the door in anxiously, "Wow!"

really.

The old man Xia Qing sits with Yan Qi behind a tea table in the room and enjoys tea.

"Brother Yan, you asked me to bring some bamboo rice with rice, yes..." Xia Qing's question was interrupted by the boy who rushed in.

One old and one young, with big eyes and small eyes.

"You kid!"

Xia Qing blew his beard and looked very unstable and shouted, "Why did you get on the boat?"

"mix?"

Xia Yu chuckled and pointed to Yan Qi to throw the pot out, "Mr. Yan took me on the boat. It's upright, old man, you are not using the right words!"

He is very self-satisfied and sits at the tea table.

"This is the old man, the bamboo tube rice you just presented in the halberd showdown?"

As soon as he sat down, Xia Yu fixed his eyes on the bamboo tube on the table.

[Super-tactile] The flame senses gave him the exact information: The food in the bamboo tube is still very hot.

Xia Qing nodded. Seeing Yan Qi secretly winking at him, the old man was stunned for a moment. He probably knew what Yan Qi meant by asking him to leave such a bamboo rice meal. This was to let him teach his grandson with the work.

Hey.

good chance.

For nearly a year, he hadn't seen his grandson. After Xia Qing was surprised, he became more interested, and said coolly: "You taste it first, and then tell me what you have eaten."

"it is good--"

Xia Yu replied loudly, with excitement in his eyes, and opened the bamboo cover.

I was immune to the smell before, but this time I was not dragged into the gourmet mood by the pouring smell. Xia Yu held the chopsticks and did not pour out the rice, so he just put the chopsticks on the bamboo tube.

Eat it in your mouth and chew.

"No wonder the leader responded like that!" The excitement in Xia Yu's eyes was replaced by a strong shock.

Wow!

A piece of white silk cloth was in front of my eyes, spreading out.

Sprinkle clear juice for green bamboo.

Rabbit meat and pheasant, on the canvas on a white background, are transformed into fresh and charming animals.

In the depths of the secluded bamboo blown by the wind, a woman is quietly touching the piano on the Caolu Qintai.

As if playing to the sad and heartbroken part, the woman gave the beautiful cheeks Xia Yu had seen. Suddenly, crystal clear tears slipped down, and the tears fell on the surface of the bamboo at the corner of the piano table.

Tears formed brown spots.

Is it Xiang Feizhu?

Suddenly soaked in the cold feeling, as if a drop of tears fell to the deepest part of the heart, Xia Yu shivered, and it has been a long time since she tasted such a unique cooking work to be moved, "My God!"

"A picture, an exquisite food scroll!"

It's shocking.