Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

This is destined to be an unusual food halberd.

The footsteps gradually approached the steps leading to the front desk. The corridor was no longer empty. Under the corner in front, there were several security personnel arranged by Liu.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, these security personnel all watched the teenager.

The eyes of these people looking at Xia Yu are just a microcosm of the audience at this halberd, with doubts, indifference, and encouragement.

Xia Yu didn't have the thought of waving to these security workers. He carried a black stick on his shoulder, carried a kitchen box, and walked straight. When he stepped on the steps, he ding, a sudden sound in his head made his whole body shake. For a moment.

Oori, how did you forget the mission!

Both hands were busy, otherwise Xia Yu would definitely pat his forehead in a daze.

Quickly look at the new task just received.

""Break": Please the host wins the crucial battle."

"Reward: [Food Tyrant Seed] (talent)."

"Failure penalty: delete number."

There is no long-form text information, and the task content, rewards and even punishments are very simple and easy to understand.

Xia Yu's mouth snapped abruptly, "Wait, what's the meaning of this deletion?"

"The mission fails, and the host is branded with unpalatable marks, then all the stored character data is cleared." The mechanical sound of the system caused a drop of cold sweat on Xia Yu's forehead.

Be good.

Role data cleared?

"Then what, my existence will be wiped out?" His throat tightened.

When the obliteration of this stalk might fall on her own head, Xia Yu realized that she couldn't laugh.

"will not."

The system gave a clear answer, but Xia Yu found that he could not relax. If he was defeated, the results of his year of hard work would be in vain. Although he retained the hope of re-training, the system data was one thing, and his body was unpalatable. The shame that cannot be erased!

Can't lose!

After taking a breath, Xia Yu looked resolute, and then raised his foot to step up the stairs leading to the front desk. The sky light quickly shattered from the head, which is different from the claustrophobic aisle. It looks like a pair of eyes, such a highly anticipated feeling. , It seems to activate the excitement factor hidden in the blood.

"Is that guy here early."

From afar, he glanced at another open kitchen on the stage. Wei Zhong stared at him coldly behind the kitchen counter.

Xia Yu walked into her kitchen and kept communicating with the system, "System, what is [Food Tyrant Seed], can you explain it clearly so that I can be more motivated!"

"This talent is the core of the Shiba system, and its status is equivalent to the cooking spirit of the Shiyi system."

"Getting this talent will make it easier for the host to control fantasy ingredients, and a wider world of incredible ingredients will open to the host."

I don't know why, the system's mechanical tone as always, but inexplicably, made Xia Yu feel seduced.

Is it a door to a wider world?

Xia Yu wanted to laugh. More doubts should be pressed in my heart first. He stopped, and the kitchen box snapped to the floor. As for the black stick on his shoulder, it ran straight across the kitchen counter in front of him.

call--

At this point, Xia Yu had time to spare, interrupted communication with the system, and looked up at the darkened auditorium in front of him.

Several cameras, either on the ground or in mid-air, extend the robotic arm.

The silent venue, the shots of rebroadcasting their real-time status to the world, and the judging panel not far away, the eyes of Lan Fengxian, Old Grandpa Liu and others...

There is no fluctuation in the heart.

Xia Yu said with a chuckle in his heart: "This scene is not much different from past events and halberds, but the opponent..."

He cast his gaze to the opposite kitchen again.

Seeing the shadow standing with arms folded, Xia Yu's pupils shrank slightly, her heart resting on her chest, and he let out a sullen breath, "Boom!"

Spit out onomatopoeia like a strange one.

"Ha, that's right, that's the feeling of throbbing!"

His unwavering expression was gradually replaced by a smile from the heart.

In the lens, the smile of the teenager is extremely contagious.

Ye Feizhou, who was in the first row of the guest seat, looked up at the broadcast screen. The magnified young face, dongdong, dongdongdong, faintly sounded a rush of war drums, and a layer of black clouds swept across the sky. The small mountain town on the ground seemed to be swept away by the wind.

Roar!

The black dragon making waves, poked a head from the thick black cloud, and his eyes were clearly excited.

Ye Feizhou felt his rapid heartbeat, "Is this his voice?"

"Ok?"

Wei Zhong, who was locked in by Xia Yu's gaze, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Do you call yourself a dragon?" There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of your mouth. "If you are a dragon, then it is also a young dragon that is not climatic. At this time, you should hibernate in the potential deep pool. Don't come out and make waves!"

"My generation, not old, this is not your time!"

boom!

Wei Zhong slapped him on the kitchen counter. In an instant, Ye Feizhou saw the dark clouds and black dragons pressing down on the city, and immediately declared that it collapsed, and there was a pair of palms surrounded by golden light, like the handprints of the Tathagata falling from the sky. The evil dragon!

"Look at my dragon capture technique--"

In the camera, Wei Zhong's lips moved, as if conveying such a lip.

Xia Yu's mouth also closed silently.

Three arrows?

Wei Zhong frowned, what do you mean!

"clang!"

At this time, the golden gong sounded from the sidelines, and the hostess Qi Qingyan said loudly: "I announce that this halberd eating has officially begun!"

"The cooking time for halberd is limited to 2 hours!"

"Competitors are free to use any kitchen utensils and ingredients, and the final result depends on the number of votes in the judging. The first 3 votes will automatically win!"

it has started!

Xia Yu immediately retracted his gaze, lowered his head, and picked up a bag of flour according to the kitchen counter.

For pastry, flour is the first element.

As for the recipe or something, Xia Yu had prepared it a few days earlier, so this halberd was different from the past. The opening gong just fell, regardless of Xia Yu and Wei Zhong, they immediately entered the working state.

Unlike Xia Yu's initial steps of taking flour, Wei Zhong first spread a large piece of fresh pork on the cutting board!

"It's just ordinary pork, not a fantasy ingredient?"

There are whispers underneath.

"Cut, I have never seen those fantasy ingredients used by the kitchen and bathroom!" a guest said with a smile.

"Look--"

Taking the pork, Wei Zhong took the toolbox he brought with him and took a straight blade for cutting meat. At the same time, his left hand was not idle, and he also took a small dagger in the toolbox that seemed to specialize in processing fruits and vegetables. Shaped kitchen blade.

!

Start working together!

The lens zoomed in to capture many surprising small details.

"Did you see it, my God, pork cubes are like a machine punched out, a slice is the size of a soybean cube!"

"And these white particles of fruits and vegetables... are they horseshoes?"

A small sword skill shocked many audiences.

In the guest seat, Lan Fengxian looked solemnly, "This masterful control can only be achieved by cultivating the "Hand of God" to perfection!Sure enough, he was Huang He's proud disciple, and used most of the old guy's kung fu for himself!"

Wang Gong and Grandpa Liu also stared at Wei Zhong's hand holding the knife, "This is a living manipulator!"

The focus is not on a box of famous kitchen blades, but on these hands!

No matter how sharp the kitchen knife is, it is also a foreign object, but if the hands have the dexterity of the world, like a personal talent, it can be compared to the god-level talents of super olfactory, super vision, and super hearing. It is very scary.

no doubt.

Most of Wei Zhong's cooking skills are focused on these hands.

"Well, the salt is salty, so the amount can be less." Before adding refined salt to the pork and mixing it with other seasonings, Wei Zhong rolled up his tongue and covered his fingernails with a few grains of salt, and put them into his mouth to carefully screen the taste of the salt.

Due to the significant difference in the production area of ​​salt, the salt produced in each region is either slightly salty, or relatively weak, or has a lot of certain trace elements.

In the eyes of celebrity chefs, it is necessary to control these details!