Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

"Please use"

Xia Yu served soup to the five judges one by one.

The judges held steaming soup bowls in their hands. Except for the leader, the other four looked at each other.

"What is the experience of holding a bowl of tasteless soup?"

Wei Qinglian probably felt that she had drafted a title that was close to the article.

The dragon head moved the spoon recklessly, and the white spoon broke into the dark soup. When he filled a large spoonful of soup and handed it to his mouth, he suddenly stopped, slightly moving and staring at the endless ripples on the spoon.

A shadow of a fish flashed under his eyes.

"Has it appeared again?"

As he said, the faucet's eyes showed a resolute color, and he turned sharply, the spoon tilted against the sink, and the hot soup suddenly fell.

Hey.

The finely sprinkled soup, a spoonful of soup, turned into countless splashes.

The suffocating picture appeared!

As if the fish basket was overturned, the splash suddenly turned into a tail of tiny fishes, struggling desperately at the bottom of the sink, each fish was a miniature whale, all black and delicate like a work of art.

A large crowd of spectators wiped their eyes vigorously.

Hallucinations?

Sure enough, after a few blinks, where are there any small fish under the sink, only some steaming drops of medicinal food.

Unlike the audience, the chefs near the workbench stared at Xia Yu.

"Did you hear it?"

"Ah..." Xia Yu couldn't say that, he also heard a cry for help and was panicked for a second, it was obviously a delicacy he cooked by himself.

The dragon head stared at him, shook his head, and then took a spoonful of hot soup into his mouth.

help me!

help me!!

As soon as it was imported, the faucet's expression changed.

The cowardly cry that I heard vaguely before, suddenly penetrated the heart defense, and the leader said in shock: "...This is the voice of the figurative food? No, it's so delicate. It's not invisible. It can be captured by the mouth, yes, It is something that really exists in the mouth. It is called the taste of cooking, and it is the shout of the fusion of ingredients!"

Only the leader dares to be so sure that the sound is the taste, and his brain is too big.

Wait, is there a bridge between sound and taste?

"It's the voice of the ingredients!"

The leader said silently that the taste of the medicinal food in the mouth formed a mysterious airflow, first from the esophagus to the stomach pouch, and then from the stomach pouch back feeding a trickle, sprinkling moisturizing dew to all the organs around the body, which was very comfortable.

Starting from tempeh, to burdock, gardenia, bitter bellflower...

what.

A green stream floated in front of him, and the corner of the dragon's head's mouth bloomed with a refreshing smile: "There are light bamboo leaves!"

They, a total of 9 kinds of medicinal materials with cold and temperature attributes, after being boiled for a while, the flavor of the mixed medicinal materials turned out to be like a delicate girl calling for help at the bottom of the cold lake.

"Is she there?"

Subconsciously raised his palm, wanting to touch the fair and delicate hand protruding from the bottom of the cold lake.

A feeling of warmth and softness came from the palm of the palm, as if a wet girl hugged half of her body. The dragon's head was stunned, her face was embarrassed and blushed.

"No, no!"

Beside, Lan Fengxian looked hysterical, sending hot soup to his mouth one by one.

"I always feel that something is missing..."

Sage Carl frowned, whispered for a while, then looked up at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu smiled, "This is medicated fish, but everyone don't patronize the soup. Come here, this is fish. Each person is a small piece. There is not much. Please taste it slowly!"

There is still a bowl of soup left in the stew pot. He specially pours it out and puts it in a bowl. The remaining ingredients are only the whole "sparkling fish" that has edible value.

Divide the palm-sized fish into 6 pieces. This time, the soup is soaked in golden fish. The delicious flavor is almost a tornado, which will blow people to the corner of Java.

Distinct cooking quality!

The leader's eyes changed, and the other four reviewers were even more shocked.

Everyone tasted again.

"It's so soft, is this meat? It tastes like aspic,

"It's definitely the original "sparkling silk-foot fish"!"

Sage Carl was moved: "Should not this kind of processing method be proficient in Food Bastard Chef? Why is it that such high-level ingredients are blended into the food righteous picture, but it does not appear to be wasteful, let alone outrageous and exaggerated?"

Harmony is rare!

Imagine that a big pot of Fanpin suddenly dropped a gem and came in. No matter how blind, diners can notice and vomit it out, right?

This is the control problem commonly encountered by chefs.

How to match the "jewels" with ordinary ingredients?Xia Yu told Carl the perfect answer today.

Without it, just two words

balance!

But it is not a literal meaning, but an extension, involving in-depth knowledge of pharmacology and fish Tai Chi diagrams.Carl doesn't understand the ancient knowledge passed down from the Chinese world. He can only taste the structure hidden in the dishes through eating, eating and eating.

It is a circle that never gaps.

The core of the circle is tempeh, and the other eight medicinal materials are connected to each other to form the circumference of the circle.

A touch of fish shadow looms under the eyes, and the posture is light. With a slightly curved body line, the circle is divided into two, forming Yin and Yang Eight Diagrams.

"This is his cooking, the devil's cooking? Why is it so slender and gentle..." Wei Qinglian breathed in confusion, and two intoxicating blushes flew on her cheeks.She mixed the fish and fresh soup in her mouth and swallowed it, and her neck moved slightly. When the food passed through her throat to the esophagus, the whole person shook violently.

"help me!"

I heard it again, and this time more real.

"where are you?"

"I'm right below you..."

the following?

Wei Qinglian muttered lost, lowered her head, her eyes filled with trance.

The ground is no longer a cold stage, but clear water.

"Help me!" A black fish with the thickness of a finger was rolling in the waves of the bamboo raft, expecting Wei Qinglian's response on the boat.

Wei Qinglian knelt down and put his fingers into the clear water. The little fish immediately rushed over and pecked her fingers gently, as if kissing.

"Why save you?" Wei Qinglian was curious.

"Because I once saved you."

Said the fish.

Amused by that sweet and innocent voice, Wei Qinglian nodded, "Then I will take you back."

She found something to fill with water and brought the fish, and the bamboo raft was then rowed back to the fishing village.

The little fish grows very fast, and its body is getting bigger day by day. When it is the size of a slap, the fisherman in Wei Qinglian's incarnation points to the fish tank and smiles and asks: "...I said, were you a whale?

"No, I am Kun, the Kun of'Bei Ming has a fish name as Kun', please remember!"

In the end, the fish grew into a behemoth that could not fit in the house. It was the same day when they first met. The white mist was scattered on the sea in the early morning. Sora disappeared.

The sun rose, and the sun reflected the tears dripping from the corner of the girl's eyes, "Goodbye."

"Some fish can never be closed."

"Because they belong to the sky."

reality.

Wei Qinglian stood in a daze for a while, suddenly these words popped out of her head.

She glanced at Ye Feizhou, who was a few steps away, and sighed secretly in her heart.

In the special class, a skilled chef can use his hands and heart to give the dishes connotation, allowing diners to enjoy a life journey.

At a higher level, this ability will naturally increase.

However, Wei Qinglian has never eaten a story, whether it is a Lin-level cuisine or a dragon-level delicacy.She became the heroine of the story and met the fish for the first time. Everything is so dreamy, but innocent and beautiful.

She has to admit that a bowl of soup has the power to make people cry, and it is very powerful in itself.

Is not it?

Tears are still pouring out of the eyes, and the cheeks are cold.

Suddenly, with the soft touch, Wei Qinglian was startled, and a familiar fish shadow appeared in her vision. However, this slap-sized fish was bathed in golden light. She must have watched for a while, and suddenly said: "... …Did you come back?"

Nearby, a voice answered: "It's always there."

Wei Qinglian looked at Xia Yu by mistake.

Xia Yu shrugged and pointed to her mouth, "You ate it, it is in the memory of your tongue, is it good enough?" 8)