Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

"Try it—"

This is the third time Xia Yu said this to Huang He.

A trace of ferocity flashed across Huang He's face, how could he fail to understand the intention of Xia Yu's hand operation.

In fact, "Kicking Hall" is not a halberd. The Dragon Kitchen jury is a fictitious establishment, and there is no right to vote to determine the outcome.The jury is presented to the general public to make the victory and defeat authoritative.

The way to truly decide the outcome is -

Taste each other!

This is similar to the brutal fighting in the ancient Roman arena. If one party wins, it means the other party is hammered to death!

"Huh!" Huang He sneered, "Are you planning to use cooking works to make me bow my head? I recognize all luminous dishes and respect those chefs who can cook luminous dishes. Maybe your cooking skills, your dishes, It is infinitely close to the dragon level, but what I want to tell you is that eating spirits is not as simple as your eyes!"

"You don't even understand why'food spirit'!"

"It's a far cry!"

The four are silent.

Hearing what the veteran dragon chef said, the celebrities present here have nothing to say except for the number of dragon chefs who are less than ten fingers.

Yes, the profound meaning that makes Long Chu and Lin Chu distance apart is'Food Spirit'.

But what exactly is "Spirit of Food"?

"Eater..." Dojima Gin, the heroine, and the others showed complicated expressions. This answer may require them to search for the whole life, or they may eventually pass away with confusion and eyes closed.

"Pavilion Master Huang, you should try it."

Yan Qi intervened.

Xia Qing silently pulled on his shirt, his words were very simple, just four words: "Chew, taste."

Except for the dragon head Zhu Ji did not show his attitude, the dragon chefs of this jury spoke one after another.

This scene fell in the eyes of the audience, in the live footage.

People's hearts are beating violently as uncontrollably, terrible thoughts occupy their minds——

Could it be that the situation turned over?

no doubt.

The explosion of the clothes of the dragon chefs and the kind words to persuade Huang He all showed excitement, trying to spread the emotion of sharing the stories in their hearts, and once again silenced the square.

With blue veins on his forehead, Huang He couldn't help but growl: "Shut up all of you!"

It was quiet near the dining table.

He glanced at Wu Tong of'Tianji Star', who knew Wu Tong's gaze dodged and turned his head quickly. This detail made Huang He's heart tremble.

After a moment of silence, Huang He took a step forward, and suddenly his eyes were full of pressure and said to Xia Yu: "You may have the capital to confront a Dragon Chef head-on, but if Long Chu loses to you, it only means that he The foundation is unstable."

Xia Yu heard the subtext of this sentence.

It's nothing more than a declaration-he Huang He is a veteran dragon chef, not a newcomer who can be bullied by your little devil.

Gee!

Xia Yu smiled but didn't respond, watching Huang He pick up the chopsticks.

On the dinner plate, a few pieces of roasted pigeon meat, dipped in sauce, dripping with water, picked up a piece of yellow crane, and immediately a soft sauce scent hit his nose, and a layer of dignity appeared in his eyes, "The taste of this sauce" ...Hoh, what's going on!"

When the piece of meat approached his mouth, the yellow crane's forehead sweated and his breath became quite messy.

When the meat is under your eyes.

Suddenly, the pupils of the yellow crane shrank. On the golden-yellow barbecue surface, the sauce on that layer, and the rich but very soft flavor swayed out, faintly, like a slender woman's palm, fiercely He held Huang He's red cheeks.

"Gudong—"

The Adam's apple rolled and the meat was imported.

In an instant, his pupils were burned by the flames, and his clothes were ripped apart, but the tight lines of Huang He's face turned soft, and the warm heat flow from his mouth overflowed his body.

It's warm.

what.

A soft moan flew out of his throat, and the flame in front of him turned into a campfire.

Crackling.

The firewood burned and sputtered the flame stars, and the sound spread through the deep cave. Huang He found that he had become a tired traveler. Outside the cave was a rain curtain. His whole body was soaked and his clothes were taken off. He was shrinking his hands and feet to warm up in front of the bonfire.

"Huh, huh, huh..."

The wind of winter.

The picture in his mind changed suddenly, and he reached the ice and snow.Huang He became a lonely person in the world of snow, stumbled, and finally snailed in a fisherman's hut on the lake. When the snowstorm hit outside, he set up a fire again, and his frozen body was gradually regaining consciousness.

The yellow crane looked at the long night outside the hut. The outside world was pitch black, and occasionally there were wolves roaring. He looked down at the fire again, and it seemed that there was only light, a safe area in the world.

"Crane!"

The sudden cry made Huang He nervous.

"Master--" Huang He looked at a tall figure standing in front of the kitchen counter in astonishment.

The man in the chef's costume turned his back to him, his face was blurred, and he said without looking back: "From today onwards, you are my official disciple, and you have been an apprentice."

"This first class is about flames, that is, heat."

"Huohou is a culinary art, the most profound and endless skill. It is the beginning and end of all cooking. When you really know it, your career as a chef can be regarded as the beginning."

The gentle male voice continued: "Did you see the charcoal stove on the table? Just use this stove for barbecue!"

"Cook me a dish that smells like flames!"

Yellow crane lost consciousness, the smell of flame?He took two steps and looked down at the small and delicate charcoal stove on the table. What is the smell of flames? He couldn't help picking up the iron clamps with charcoal on the side, fiddle with the charcoal blocks burning in the stove, and wanted to observe more.

Suddenly, the iron clamp fell to the ground.

A flame floated from the coal pile in the furnace, and what was even more terrifying was that the flame faintly formed a young face. The flame-intertwined eyes were greeting with a smile: "Oh, you are here."

Huang Heru was struck by thunder and was stunned.

reality.

The dragon chefs ignored the demented yellow crane and gathered to discuss.

Their words were spread across the square through microphones, and at the same time through the speakers of countless terminal devices that received live signals.

"Pavilion Master Huang's'Turtle and Crane Yannian Soup' is imprinted with his shape and shadow within the ingredients... but Chef Xia's barbecue dishes..." Li Wannian took the lead. The patriarch of the Li clan told him to catch up with his ancestor. The young people who follow the footsteps are full of affection and respect.

He continued in disbelief: "With flames, intertwined into his throne!"

Lan Fengxian looked at Xia Yu with his eyes wide open. The look in his eyes was not about appreciation, but a kind of awe for the strong, "He, his'Spirit of Food', is fire!"

"Yes, it's fire!"

Wei An spoke slowly.

Another dragon in Baiyulou respected Kong Chun interjected, with shock remaining in his eyes, "The average dragon cooks his own shape and shadow on the ingredients to convey his mood to the diners, but he directly speaks for the flames. , He is the flame walker, no, he should be called...the flame emperor of the current generation!"

The dragon chefs all cast their eyes on Zhu Ji.

Zhu Ji sighed: "The scary thing about such a flame food spirit is that it can burn away all the ingredients, and this also means that even ordinary barbecue recipes, barbecue dishes, once they are Given such a flame food spirit, the dishes will immediately be upgraded to dragon level!"

"not to mention……"

The leader stared at the always indifferent young man, "Your recipe has an extraordinary structure. Adding'good wine camel','rock alpaca' and'juxia sauce' can also achieve a glowing harmony... it's really incredible. !"

Ok?!

The dragon chefs and celebrities in the square were shocked.

Except for the'wine camel' and'rock alpaca'... it seems that there are more'chrysanthemum sauce'!

"Chrysanthemum under the sauce!"

The trembling and panic voice came from the yellow crane who had just woken up.

The heat flow in the body is still there, and the flame praise song that surrounds the ears and stops in the head seems to be constantly hitting the fortress in the deepest heart of the yellow crane.

Click.

A crack emerged on the delicate disc named "Cooking Heart".

"Yo, awake?" Xia Yu grinned, and silently made a mending knife, "So I still need to taste your'Turtle Crane Yannian Soup'? Boss Huang'"

Huang He screamed, his eyes turned black, and his mouth said over and over again, the more he said it, the more terrifying his face: "...What kind of strange combination, fantasy ingredients, and "Chrysanthemum Sauce" from Fairy Shell? No, It is absolutely impossible for such a combination to shine. I will never agree with this forcibly pieced together luminous recipe... I never admit... I can't lose..."

Suddenly, the eyes around him became sympathetic.

Hard-mouthed loser.