Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

There was no sound.

The pure white rice cakes fell straight to the ground, like inflated Q Jin soft candy, which bounced a few times before stopping.

It is white and contrasts sharply with the black shiny floor.

As if snowflakes fell into a black pond and were polluted, everyone present frowned.

The cameraman was very clever and immediately gave Wei Zhong a close-up of his hand.

Trembling!

In the picture, the hand that just held the rice cake shakes with the naked eye.

Even, there were two fingers that were tightly stretched, shaking like an electric shock.

The atmosphere becomes subtle.

"This..." female director Lu Qinghong said funnyly, "Kitchen, isn't it just a piece of rice cake? Why are you exposed to deadly poison, the rice cake monster is so terrible?"

"Do not!"

Taking a deep breath, Wei Zhong didn't look at the falling rice cakes, but stared at the face of Demon King Xia, staring at him.

The picture is frozen.

Wei Zhong's eyes were suspicious, and colder than the young man who had just annoyed him.

Ye Feizhou knew that he could no longer be silent.

As the third person present to hold the "Hand of God" cooking skills, he certainly knew why Wei Zhong had such a big reaction when he touched the rice cake of King Xia.Strictly speaking, it is the "hands of God" that hate and reject each other!

As for why Xia Yu mastered the "hand of the gods" and cultivated this cooking skill to an astonishing level in a short time, in fact, Ye Feizhou was also extremely shocked.

Backstage that day, he surrendered the fur of the "Hand of God". Correspondingly, Xia Yu only taught him the frame structure of fish-shaped Tai Chi.

So, how does a piece of fur grow bigger and bigger, extending infinitely outside?

Ye Feizhou's eyes hide uneasy waves.

"Kitchen, actually..." He opened his mouth, but it was still too late.

"you!"

Wei Zhong stared at Xia Yu, and said every word: "Are you stealing my sect inheritance?!"

A deep and evil voice, murderous intent overflowed from the eyes.

There is no doubt that the "hand of the gods" is the core secret of the Yellow Crane lineage. Even if you want to exchange things, such as Ye Feizhou and Xia Yu's exchanges, it is only a shallow theoretical basis. Difficult to use in cooking practice and acting on dishes, forcibly improving the quality.

Different from Lei Aoxue and Qixing Dao.

After all, the'Seven-Star Knife' is not made by Lei's, and this vein is only held. Isn't the former Yizhang Xiangen also a set of knives re-casted by Master Roche, who came out to install a fork and almost defeated the master Ren? .

The "Hand of God" cooking skills can enable Wei Zhong to perceive a lot of information that cannot be collected by his eyes and nose through skin contact.

To put it simply, Wei Zhong felt cold all over his body when he touched Xia Yu's rice cake!

It is the "Hand of God"!

He is sure.

and……

The other party’s cooking skills formed a very strange picture in Wei Zhong's head——

A poppy in bud!

Vaguely, the breathtaking purple is circulating!

"Steal?" Xia Yu shrugged, "I'm sorry, my cooking skills may be more authentic than you learned!"

The corner of his mouth raised a sneer.

Isn't it?

When the green goes up, his hand of God is learned from the system, and he has devoted himself to practicing assiduously, and he has worked hard to earn fame and upgrade his level.

Then, you told me to steal?Ha, is there something wrong!

"impossible!"

In Wei Zhong's eyes is a beast-like desire to kill, "In the Chinese world, only my lineage inherits the "Hand of God"!"

"Yes, I admit that you have a strong line!"

Xia Yu yawned apologetically, pointed to the judging bench and the surrounding stage environment, "Now we are recording the show, our alternate pastry Mr. Wang, can you restrain your cunning and arrogance first?"

Wei Zhong's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, his fists creaked.

"Everyone--"

Xia Yu ignored the angry beast and went to the judging booth.

There were one or two judges, and they stopped talking.

They wanted to ask the reason for the conflict and the fury of the beasts, but they felt inappropriate.

Lu Qinghong smiled like a sly fox, Xia Yu met her narrow Danfeng eyes and noticed a hint of meaning in the other's eyes.

A variety show such as "Kitchen Three Kingdoms" can be held in a prosperous manner. Every season, different female directors of Lin Chu can be invited in different tricks. In addition to the ability to dance with long sleeves, the background and backstage should not be underestimated.

"Rate!" Xia Yu looked away and said with a slight smile.

Upon hearing this, the judges exchanged a glance.

Swish.

After a while, the five scoring cards and the numbers on them were clearly captured by the program lens.

The hostess's voice trembled and said: "19 points, 19 points, 20 points, 20 points, 19 points!"

"Three 19 points, two full marks!"

"The total score is-97!"

A very subtle score.

The air and the expressions of the audience in the audience all have the capitalized "subtle"!

It is only 1 small point higher than 96 in the guard group.

With a very subtle difference, it occupies the top of the rice cake round competition!

"what--"

The camera swept away again, but it captured the back of Wei Zhong stepping down and leaving the scene.

His back is still tall and straight, but no matter how you look at it, it feels a little embarrassing.

The instructor leaves midway?

Female director Lu Qinghong's smile froze on her face.

Xia Yu was also startled, "He is leaving the field? I plan to tell him, Dahemi and that kind of mountain spring water are our team's winning magic weapon. They are a wonderful pair of CP! Alas! Alas, my lines are not finished yet, come back to me—"

Listening to his broken thoughts, Ye Feizhou was on his side, his face twitched fiercely.

He opened his mouth to Xia Yu, but finally couldn't utter the questioning words. Ye Feizhou sighed and chased Wei Zhong who had left the field.

The recording of the show stopped abruptly.

"card!"

Lu Qinghong stood up, looked at the lady's watch, and greeted the people on and off the stage, "Noon!"

There was a riot in the silent venue.

Xia Yu shrugged, squatted down, picked up the rice cake that had just fallen on the ground, swept her eyes to the ground nearby, but her pupils shrank suddenly.

Discovery!

A little shiny golden light was in sight.

With a guilty conscience, Xia Yu kept a squat position, took a few steps to step on the shiny object on the sole of the shoe, and after a minute or two, he pretended to tie his shoelaces, but he grabbed the ground objects in his hands... …Wait, why am I so skilled?Thoughts grew, but Xia Yu's movements only slowed down. The distracting thoughts were cleared first, and he held things firmly in his palms. As expected, he closely watched the item information that popped up on the retina:

"[God's Hand·Experience Card] (Purple)..."

!

The heart will jump out of the chest cavity.

"No way!" Xia Yu exaggeratedly whispered, and couldn't believe it, "This, is this a treasure?"

Just about to ask the system.

"What are you doing?"

There was an abrupt voice behind him.

Xia Yu still squatted, turned stiffly, and said to Zhu Qing who was standing behind him: "Have you seen it?"

Zhu Qing's hands on hips, black jewel-like eyes staring at him funny, "Did you have something wrong with the house? A man squatting on the stage and talking divinely..." She found that she was too close to Xia Yu, and Demon King Xia, Squatting, Zhu Qing wore a woolen pleated skirt today. The corner of the skirt was above the knee. It was a short skirt, and her legs were exposed to the air without stockings.

One high and one low form a gap. What's the secret of girls' skirts?Zhu Qing covered her skirt subconsciously, retreated to a distance that he believed to be safe, and Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though he didn't deliberately be idiots, there was still a shadow in the field of vision that was similar to the color of the skirt fabric. In the absolute domain position, it disappeared in a flash. Xia Yu muttered, "It's really anti-human safety pants!"

"what?!"

A slightly cold hand pulled his ears.

Zhu Qingfu lowered her body, her delicate cheeks shuddering and approached, "Have you seen it?"