Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

"My way, there should be no wrong."

Xia Yu and Liu Ying stood by the restaurant's door, watching Lei Aoxue go away.

Fresh halberd?Private duel?

No, no, no smell of gunpowder in the process.

In the beginning, it was just a proof of the nature of communication.Although there was an evil voice in his heart that kept calling for training and training, Xia Yu had no interest in training Lei Aoxue.At least, compared with the original training Erina, he was not much enthusiastic, and at that time Erina was full of common people's cooking, the cooking concept was quite wrong, Xia Yu felt it necessary to step up and correct it.

And Lei Aoxue had already walked out of a way, she was trying the supremacy of sword skills.

If it were not for the bonus of "God's Hand", Xia Yu was temporarily inferior to her in the field of sword art, and if he kept shouting for corrections and corrections on this, then he seemed to be defiant.

"Let's go back."

Patting Liu Ying's head, Xia Yu smiled at her: "By the way, show me your understanding of the recipe for "Seven Kingdoms Unification Fried Noodles" and show me your work. Let me give you some pointers."

Liu Ying said with joy: "Okay!"

From the longing in her eyes, we can see how precious the instructions of Demon King Xia are, and Liu Ying will realize this more deeply in the future.

Commercial street, a small alley.

boom!

Fist hit the wall, Lei Aoxue lowered her head, the expression on her face changed from loss to confusion, and finally she was determined.

"I'm not as good as him!"

"However, I will prove to him that the concept of'sword skill is supreme' can still open up a road to Lin... I hope you don't stop your progress, otherwise, I will soon catch up and defeat you! "The corner of his mouth turned to a sassy smile.

Obviously, after this small exchange, Lei Aoxue chose to temporarily let go of the burden in her heart.

She is not stupid. Even if she wants to maintain the glory of the genuine'Seven Star Sword' and destroy the set of "fake and shoddy" tools in Xia Yu's hand, she must have enough strength. Otherwise, why should people bow their heads?

In the food world, culinary skills are king.

The loser is not qualified to make irresponsible remarks to others!

In a word, the winner is justice, and the reason is that simple.

Having deeply realized the difference in cooking skills between each other, Lei Aoxue chose to let it go temporarily, appearing sensible.But in the mind where reason has the upper hand, there are still unhappy, unhappy, or unhappy as a girl, and my mind is full of the figure that makes her hate, "Why it is him! Even if there is no'Seven Star Sword' ', his culinary skills will not be greatly compromised, does my mother say that the enemy I am destined to encounter when I return to China is him? Why is he..."

A series of why.

Lei Aoxue's subconscious was already covered with the shadow of the devil.

...

The land of Jingchu.

Jianghan, a villa full of luxury cars.

This is the Baiyun Pavilion, which enjoys the reputation of "Jingchu First Floor". Everyone in the Chinese world knows that Huang Crane is the owner of this famous building and the leader of all the kitchens before ascending to the position of the master of the Baiyu Pavilion.

Even if he was forced to retreat from the imperial capital and return to his homeland, Huang He still has the title of the lord of the Baiyun Pavilion. He has been in the imperial capital for nearly 20 years and has cultivated countless disciples, and has long since managed the land of Jingchu province into his own territory. , There are many famous food spots around the Baiyun Pavilion all over the corner of Jingchu, and every place has the Yellow Crane as its ancestor.

In broad daylight, one of the main buildings of Baiyun Pavilion Villa was full of guests.

Back kitchen.

A middle-aged man with a black cloth on his head and wearing a chef's costume stood in front of a large table in the center. A dozen chefs and more than 20 apprentices stood neatly around him.

Sheets of white flour cakes are spinning over the kitchen.

The middle-aged chef shouted in a deep voice: "Catch—"

One of the dough cakes suddenly left the table and flew to a nearby kitchen helper. This kitchen helper reads "Leisure", instead of reaching out to pick it up, it is more like raising his hand to pass. The dough cake rubs his hand and falls in a parabola. Into the iron pot farther away.

The stove was fierce and fierce, and the noodles had just been in close contact with the iron pan, and a seductive fragrance spread out.

"Connect—"

The chef shouted again.

Whoosh.

He didn't have a rolling pin at all in his hand. The dough on the table was hit by his fist and wiped his palm, as if writing a "eight" with a stroke and a stroke. It was so natural.

"Guru!" Seeing Zhang Zhang's noodles falling into the iron pan, an apprentice couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and cast an extremely respectful look at the chef, "The kitchen is still the kitchen!"

"nonsense!"

Next to him, another apprentice said, “Our bathroom and kitchen is also the fifth Chinese show at any rate. After graduation, we first worked as a chef in the restaurant industry under the Baiyu Lou for nearly ten years. Later, he was appointed by Master Huang Hehuang to become the deputy of Baiyun Pavilion. Chef, it's been another ten years! A full twenty years of experience as a chef!"

"The chef's pastry cooking skills are incredible!"

"Even if Luogen, the pastry king of the Bai Luo family, is alive, we must face up to our kitchen skill as a kitchen chef!"

Apprentice Mengxin was discussing in a low voice.

The helping cooks received slices of noodles from the chef Weizhong.

Some noodles are thrown directly into the pan, and the baked sides are crispy.

Some were rolled into strips by the kitchen helper, cut into filaments with a knife, and shaken, boiled in the pan and then picked up and filled with bowls, and mixed in sesame oil, hot sauce, sesame sauce and other seasonings. The bowls were placed on the tray and waited. Serve.

In this enthusiastic atmosphere, an officer arrived in a hurry from outside.

"Kitchen, Master Huang is looking for you." The secretary said to Wei Zhong, fearing that Wei Zhong would delay, and added, "Master Huang is waiting in the chamber, please hurry up."

"I know!"

Wei Zhong nodded, finished processing the dough on his hands, washed his hands, did not change the chef's clothing, and walked towards a magnificent building with cornices.

In front of the building, there is a windshield wall with fine murals on the wall.

The white clouds are vast, and there are cyclists riding cranes, riding white clouds to the sky.

Wei Zhong glanced across the mural, with a face as usual, and stepped into the silent hall.

"You came……"

Hearing the footsteps behind him, the old man standing on the precious carpet turned his back leisurely with his hand, and said straightforwardly: "I have something you need to do here."

Wei Zhong stopped two meters away, bowed his head slightly, maintaining the respect between his master and apprentice to Huang He.

Without asking what was going on, Wei Zhong nodded and said loudly, "Master, please!"

Snapped!

A scroll fell to the ground and unfolded. It turned out to be a portrait of a character. On it, a young man looked forward with clear eyes and a refreshing smile on his mouth.

"This person is..." Wei Zhong's pupils shrank slightly.

"Yes, this year's Lei Wang has graduated as soon as he took the throne. The "Five Chinese Show" can no longer hold this great devil."

When Huang He talked about the "Great Demon King", he suddenly became full of ridicule.

"No matter what method you use, as long as this demon king disappears from the Chinese world, this thing will be done!"

The air in the palace suffocated.

After a long while, Wei Zhongfang shook his head. He still did not ask Huang He why he must get rid of the young man. "Whatever method is used?" Wei Zhong looked deeply, "In the food world, I hope I can solve it with a halberd. This is a sacred rule shared by all chefs!"

"That's the best!"

There was a hint of coldness in the eyes of the yellow crane.

"The information about that person is all in the bag. Go back and have a look, and you will leave for Shu Di tomorrow!"

Wei Zhong took the file bag and left.

Another old man came out from the side room, applauded and laughed, and said without a smile: "Brother Huang, I didn't expect you to send Wei Zhong over. He is your first confidant, closer and more trustworthy than Ye Feizhou's child. I accidentally fold it, and Baiyun Pavilion is afraid of bleeding."

Huang He snorted, "Wu Tong, you asked me for someone, and I gave it to me. I hope you can keep Xia Qing away from that chair!"

"His grandson is in distress, and if he meets a strong enemy in front of him, it will be hard to care about!"

Wu Tong grinned gloomily: "If the Xia clan is resurrected, with the style of the Xia clan's grandfather and grandson, none of us will have good fruit!"