Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

What is he?

Zhu Qing called out questions for the old man, Lan Chuhan and Lan Fengxian.

Xia Yu didn't cut the chicken, but found a piece of chicken butt meat that was cut and discarded before, and placed it on the cutting board, with sharp eyes and a thin and light flaky kitchen knife in his hand, shaking off the Milky Way.

The chicken filaments are flying like wisps.

For about seven or eight seconds, exhaling, Xia Yu's tempestuous blade suddenly retracted, and the whole person turned from movement to silence, standing in front of the kitchen counter, staring at the filaments spread out in front of him.

"It's really different..."

Xia Yu was surprised, holding the palm of the knife handle loosely and tightly.

Out of experience, he felt that he should try the knife before the official start. After all, who knows if the improved "hand of god" will have some unpredictable effect on his cooking process.

really.

After trying the knife, only he understood the shock and surprise in Xia Yu's heart.

"The ability to control muscles and strength has risen a big step!"

He thought incredulously.

As a result, the movement was slightly stiff, twisting one piece from the pile of chicken fiber shredded meat on the cutting board and sending it into his mouth.

Gently bite the teeth.

Boom!

It was like a stretched rubber band, suddenly broken, and the mouth trembled.

"wonderful!"

"It's in this state!"

Xia Yu added inwardly: The ingredients are in the best condition.

Why is the muscle and strength control improved, and the ingredients cut with the same knife are completely different?

This is the deep-seated mystery involving ``sword skills''-

force!

This force is muscle, strength, and unspeakable technique.

Just now the old man was trying to use words to grant grandson the mystery of power. His "kindness of swordsmanship" is actually not a mystery, but only through the technique of force, the use of force, so that the knife will not damage the food when it falls. Cut.

In other words, the "hand of the gods" allowed Xia Yu to quietly touch the deep core of the'good sword art'.

Mosai suddenly started!

"So that's it..."

Xia Yu held the knife, her eyes flickering and sharp.

"The Hand of God" enhances my strength and micromanagement skills, affects my state of sword skills, and gains a gain effect on the state of ingredients... This is an indirect improvement, and the medium is my hand and knife skills!"

Talking to himself.

"Indirect promotion is one thing."

"Besides, the scariest part of "God's Hand" is in direct contact and changing the state of food ingredients?"

Seeing Xia Yu with her back to them and talking about her alone, Zhu Qing got up to ask, but was stopped by the old man raising his hand.

"Don't disturb him!"

The old man increased his tone with a serious face.

Zhu Qing was taken aback for a moment.

"Hush!"

Lan Fengxian also reduced his smile, with a solemn expression on his face.

Even, his eyes were slightly surprised.

"Whhhhhhh..."

The light of the knife that Xia Yu had shaken a few seconds before was still in his mind, playing back repeatedly.

At this time, Xia Qing and he could understand the kitchen.

If the power of the sword was initially only sharp and rough in the details, then in just three or four seconds, these details of the sword skills that seemed rough to the two dragon chefs immediately disappeared!

Then, the sword's momentum became more and more mellow, and the whole looked like a round disc that couldn't be splashed with water, seamless and flawless!

The more Lan Fengxian thought about it, the darker he was. "This Demon King Xia's sword skills, compared with half an hour ago, are not alone at all!"

"what happened?!"

He couldn't figure it out, and Xia Qing couldn't understand either.

"Half an hour ago, his sword skills were more than sharp, just like a quagmire with a small routine. He worked hard, with many loopholes in the details of his moves, but now..."

Xia Qing said lowly.

"Now, it's a master of 100 refinements with well polished moves!"

At this time, a voice came from the direction of the kitchen counter:

"Ah, there are no ingredients, can Aunt Qing go to the warehouse and bring me a chicken?"

"By the way, there are also ingredients that match the recipe, and I will bring another set."

Zhu Qing was a little confused, "What?"

"I'll go."

The old man stared deeply at his grandson's back, turned around, and came back a few minutes later, putting a basket of ingredients on the kitchen counter, "All the ingredients are here."

"Thanks, old man!"

Xia Yu hurried out the ingredients.

First of all, it is a whole naked chicken, "Garlic Chicken."

Put the chicken on the cleaned chopping board, Xia Yu came to the sink, turned on the faucet, and carefully washed her hands repeatedly until her fingers shone with sparkling water.

Snapped!

Seeing Xia Yu's hands gently falling on the chicken's body, for some reason, Xia Qing and Lan Fengxian's temples were convex at the same time, and there was a vague premonition.

"it has started--"

Xia Yu was silent in her own world, and her expression became subtle.

Just follow the culinary intuition of the "hand of god" in your mind to act.

Touch gently.

The white and delicate fingers touched the whole body, cough, of course the whole body of a chicken.

Then, a small amount of kneading.

Seeing Xia Yu deliberately put it slowly and with a gentle painting style, a set of ingredients to massage for great health care, Zhu Qing, who walks close to Xia Yu on weekdays, also secretly cried out that she was incapable of accepting birds, and her face was flushed with shame, "Ayu is here. What are you doing!"

"There is no need to do this to the level of ingredients..."

The words have a subtle sour taste.

Zhu Qing's subtext is clearly that this is too evil, and then, let me bear all this.

Lan Chuhan's eyes were moving.

Xia Qing and Lan Fengxian saw the familiar shadows and looked at each other dumbly.

"this is not……"

"That's the one!"

A complete set of ingredients massage lasts about 5 minutes.

Ding.

The system awakened Xia Yu who was immersed in it: "The Hand of God" has finished processing the ingredients."

"Uh, is this all right?"

Xia Yu shook her head, her eyes were clear, and she removed her hands to observe the chicken on the chopping board.

With the naked eye, no changes can be seen.

It was the chicken with clean hair and bare body.

Nothing has changed in the skin.

"How about using dialysis eyes or super vision?" Thinking, Xia Yu triggered the skill, swept his eyes, and his pupils tightened.

For a long while.

Xia Yufang digests the effect of "God's Hand" on fleshy fibrous tissue.

"Is this using massage techniques to relax the tissues of ingredients?"

Hesitated for a moment, "Stop the knife and try to see it carefully!"

Take the knife just now and scoff.

The chicken was cut into two pieces. Xia Yu stared at the fleshy fibrous tissue of the cross section and couldn't help but breathe in. The visual field was smooth and delicate. The cross section of the meat did not see the slightest mess of small pieces of meat, exquisite like a work of art.

beautiful!

He couldn't believe it, it was cut out by himself.

Then, Xia Yu burst into anger, without stopping, holding a knife and cutting the whole chicken into pieces.

Put the ingredients in the pot and adjust the ingredients.

Close the lid.

On the morning of the first day of the new year, the chimney of the Xia family's old house smoked.

after an hour.

"All right!"

Xia Yu uncovered the lid and brought the second steam pot chicken soup this morning to the table.

"Everyone, try it—"

The hot pot was placed on the bamboo mat, Xia Yu smiled and uncovered, and her eyes stared at the clear soup in the pot.

Zhu Qing opened his mouth, "Ayu, you just..."

"Auntie Qing, don't say anything, try this chicken soup for me, and see what is different." Xia Yu personally held the soup spoon and filled Zhu Qing with a bowl.

"Can I try it?"

Lan Chuhan suddenly said aloud, and his talking eyes clearly wrote expectation.

"Yes, you have a share!"

Xia Yu put more bowls on the table.

As for the old man, he didn't use Xia Yu's soup, he just took a spoonful and sent it into his mouth.