Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

You ate the fish.

It lives in the memory of your tongue.

Isn’t the subtext of Xia Yu’s sentence just the sense of sight of a certain classic line "I have eaten you and become one with you and we will never leave." Wei Qinglian was hit by a psychic crit, as if bleeding on the head. The damage value.

Depressed!

It's like watching a few melancholic works repeatedly, the stomach hurts, the sadness flows backwards, it is difficult to express in words.Wei Qinglian's face turned pale, she covered her belly and muttered: "I ate the Kun..."

Seeing her reaction, Xia Yu looked even more surprised, "I said Ms. Yuchu, you are too deep into the drama, come back quickly! Besides, can you tell me what you have eaten?"

He really didn't understand the situation.

Uh.

After all, this is the first time to use the whole cooking mind, that is, the profound meaning of the golden frame food to cook dishes. In other words, Xia Yu didn’t think too much when cooking just now. She just emptied her head to fly and soared freely, so she saw Wei Qinglian had such a fierce tasting feedback, Xia Yu was embarrassed in her heart, guessing that she released a monster again, now something is wrong!

Wei Qinglian stared at him fiercely with the eyes of the culprit: "You are too bad!"

She was so angry that she was wiping tears.

"It is you who let us eat the beautiful story, and now it is you who are here to expose this beautiful story again!"

"Can you stop being cute!"

Wei Qinglian was almost emotionally broken, and the last sentence was vaguely crying.

The lens immediately focused on the female chef who was about to run away.

"what!"

In the audience, Zhu Qing covered her face and said: "This stinky boy has defeated a woman again."

"But, hehehe, Wei Qinglian once again planted in Ayu's hands, and was greatly gagged by his cooking. Hey, this is the most honored culinary showdown of the young generation in the Chinese world. It must be replayed by the media. Waiting for Wei Qinglian to get rid of this tongue-in-cheek memory and see herself running in tears on TV. From then on, seeing Ayu must be too embarrassed to look up, and her status will naturally be lower."

Listening to Zhu Qing’s wicked and funny self-talk, best friend Zhao Tong tugged at her sleeves, smiled, and pointed to the corner of her mouth, "I said, Qing, can you wipe the corner of your mouth first, don’t be a slut phase."

Xia Yu didn't know how to respond to Wei Qinglian, so she could only look at her sorry.

Not to the exaggeration of tears running, Wei Qinglian is still very strong, with faint tears flickering in her eyes, and her tears will be firmly controlled by her in the next one or two minutes.

There was no tearful effect, and the audience was disappointed. Fans of the Demon King who did not know the truth shouted: "Devil Xia, your tear gas, the effect is not good!"

Ye Feizhou's fan group, who also couldn't understand the situation, booed.

"Ah, he succeeded in arousing the resentment of a judge!"

"Good news from heaven!"

"So, isn't Zhouzhou holding a ticket steadily?!"

Ye Feizhou, who was on the stage, didn't appreciate it. Seeing that the commotion in the stadium gradually became unstoppable, he slightly lowered his face and shouted, "Everyone is quiet!"

Everyone was surprised to see Ye Feizhou who took the initiative to stand up to maintain order.

Xia Yu also looked over.

Ye Feizhou has an exquisite heart. Knowing that the situation is not right, he gently shook his head, took two steps, approached the dragon head with his eyes closed, and tentatively called: "Master..."

The leader slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were no longer calm and deep at the beginning, as if an ancient well had plunged into a stone, with ripples.

"Please give me some pointers!" Seeing the dragon head opened his eyes, Ye Feizhou bowed his body and bowed almost ninety degrees, with a sincere expression on his face.

Obviously, Ye Feizhou wanted to let the leader come forward to give the culinary showdown and judge the next outcome.

Hey!

Silent sigh.

The fluctuations in the eyes turned to be deeply hidden, the dragon head watched Xia Yu like this, for one minute, two minutes, in the deadly atmosphere, Xia Yu's whole body was hairy, ah, this old guy looked at us with affection , Do you want me to pick up soap?Bah baah bah, Xia Yu quickly stopped this wave of wild and unruly disgusting brain holes.

"Flap, pop, pop..."

In response to him, there was a burst of clear applause, and the sound spread more and more, and finally resounded throughout the stadium.

The leader succeeded in bringing a wave of rhythm, and then Lan Fengxian, Sage Carl, and the unknown soy sauce chef Lin also cast appreciative glances at Xia Yu, applauding loudly.

The eyes of Wei Qinglian in the lens are still red. She has been staring at Xia Yu longer than the dragon head, at least ten minutes. From the irritation at the beginning to the vague voice of fans who sent the blade to return the Kun to my fans, Up to now, it is a mixture of complexity and shock.

"why why!"

Wei Qinglian clenched her powder fist, "I just can't refuse it!"

"It's obviously a sad story!"

"But if time goes backwards, let me go back 15 minutes ago, and there is the same medicated fish soup in front of us, I might still..." She murmured, her face gradually turned strange, "Is it necessary to love it? Have you eaten it? Why do you want to eat it, ah, because it is a delicious ingredient? What's wrong with the food that serves the appetite? People take food as their heaven. What's more, how I want to keep it and eat With it, isn’t it another combination?"

There was shaking in his eyes.

"No!" The woman covered her head with her hands, and only the coldness of the chef when she slaughtered living creatures with a knife. "It's just an ingredient, how could I have ridiculous emotions toward it!"

I don't know how many viewers shivered when watching live TV.

This female chef seems to be blackened, so terrible.

"Am I losing?"

The applause of the dragon head brought up a wave of sound in the entire stadium. Ye Feizhou stood in it, stunned to see that he was close at hand, and he admired the master, who was regarded as an absolute idol. The ground is full of loneliness.

Lost!

For the first time, Ye Feizhou didn't blame anyone, nor did he blame Master for being too fair and strict to praise his opponent.

I'm all to blame, I'm not good at cooking!

I am not as skilled as others.

Ye Feizhou bit his lip tightly, biting hard, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

The unrelenting courage and the so-called chef spirit gathered by leaving the note "Thousands of people will go ahead" before the game, when the unsuspecting results were announced, it was declared vanished.

Ye Feizhou was determined to look at the applause, and Xia Yu, who smiled and responded calmly, had a thought in his heart: "...Is this the posture of the demon king spread by the outside world?"

If Xia Yu heard Ye Feizhou's heartfelt voice, she would definitely laugh.

Xiongtai, you misunderstood, I'm an awkward smile

It was too embarrassing, and Xia Yu was stunned by the long applause of the leader's long-time applause for the work of releasing himself.

Is it really that powerful?

Cough, I want to try it too!

With a guilty conscience, Xia Yu cast a twinkling gaze at the sixth bowl of fish soup on the table.

At this moment, a close young voice said:

"Your dishes, can I taste it?"

The lights once again focused on the two young players.

Ye Feizhou asked very sincerely: "Please let me worship your masterpiece!"

Xia Yu's mouth twitched, "I think this is a mockery on the Internet."

The implication was that with Ye Feizhou's gentleness and utterance, there was no way to feel disgust.

"It's okay if you want to taste it," Xia Yu said funnyly, "but only half a bowl!"

With that said, take another bowl, and the bowl of soup on the kitchen counter is split into two.

Even the small pieces of golden fish in the soup were carefully cut into two parts by Xia Yu with bamboo chopsticks.There are good reasons for his caution. Any extra flavor will destroy the deliciousness of the soup and the quality of the cooking. At this time, only bamboo knives and kitchen utensils can be reassuring.what?Do you use a knife?The smell of metal utensils can ruin the whole pot of soup.

Ye Feizhou couldn't help his eyes gleaming when he saw him so carefully.

"Give you"

So Xia Yu and Ye Feizhou each took half a bowl and drank it almost simultaneously in front of the camera.

"No wonder I lost..." rw