Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

() God horse, hiding his whereabouts?

Xia Yu was not afraid that passersby would recognize him, even he was worried that others would not recognize his face.

As the saying goes, the name of the person, the shadow of the tree.

With a reputation, some things are easier to handle.

Moreover, Xia Yu is good at no matter the "cooking skills" or even the level of combat, so even if he goes abroad, leaves the Chinese border, and shows up at an exotic food festival separated by an ocean, he doesn't think about changing his face and putting on makeup.

Why hide your head and show your tail.

Since it is the original thing of the Chinese mainland, and he is the representative, then he will come in an upright manner, welcoming the "artifact" back, and washing away the shame of being taken away from the kitchen utensils.

As a unicorn of this generation, Xia Yu has a high level of political consciousness. He wiped the ass for the predecessors. Hey, if you do more, you will be proficient.

"Bang clang..."

A trolley carrying hot soup shuttles among the crowds of the block.

The man who was pushing the cart was a male servant, and the other maid who was with the cart was holding a spoon. Someone wanted to take soup. bowl.

Xia Yu looked at the bowl of soup in his hand, slightly lost.

This visual sense...

Next to him, the tour guide Carlos could not wait. He drank the whole bowl of hot soup in one gulp, slapped his lips, and then scooped up the jewel-like, shining "abalone" in the bowl, chewing in his mouth, and tearing down his face. The saliva drips from the corners of the mouth, and there is a tendency to be unstoppable.

There is no doubt that this is the'Guzman Soup'.

More precisely, it is'abalone seafood soup'.

In a white ceramic soup bowl, a bowl of soup is bright in color. At first glance, it is not much higher than the water concentration. The soup is not thick. Except for an abalone at the bottom of the bowl, the whole bowl of soup has no other ingredients. It is very simple!

Morita Maki held a bowl in both hands, looked at the soup, then looked at Carlos who was addicted, and said carefully: "Is the abalone soup? It looks ordinary, it doesn't seem to make you intoxicated..."

Nakiri Erina looked around, thinking in her eyes.

Not only Carlos, but the surrounding crowd, many diners who came here to taste the'abalone soup' for the first time were exclaiming. From time to time, the soup bowl dropped to the ground, the crisp cracking sound.

Look at the trolley...

This car, wherever it goes, has a weird atmosphere, like a group of drug addicts in a carnival, the scene is creepy.

"why!"

Nakiri Erina bit her thumb and did not rush to eat. She fixed her eyes on the clear soup in the bowl. "Except for the abalone, there is nothing in the soup, and the color of the soup is not like the richness of boiled dry essence. How could it be attracted? People addicted?"

She raised her head and took a sip.

Ok?

Her eyes were instantly demented. Then, the girl raised her neck and made a booze. A bowl of soup instantly bottomed out. She shook her body and became soft and weak. She fell back into a generous embrace.

Xia Yu had anticipated that, he took a step towards Nakiri Erina, and immediately hoped that Morita would go, but the slim girl just stretched out her tongue, like a cat, licking a bowl, without the extremely sensitive reaction of Erina.

Seeing this, he smiled silently in his heart. The gentleman's laughter seemed to have given Erina Nakiri's sensitive physique from the'God's tongue', and it was easy to be drugged.

Soon, Carlos, Lei Aoxue, Morita Maki, and Nagiri Erina were all poisoned and excited. They had a heated discussion on the abalone soup that was in their stomachs, and they did not hesitate to praise.

Xia Yu stayed out of the situation, sometimes looking at her friends, sometimes lowering her head to think.

A neutral voice suddenly asked:

"Why, don't you plan to drink this bowl of soup?"

Li Yingyi appeared in front of Xia Yu.

He wears a ponytail, a plaid shirt and slacks, and his chest curve is full. From any angle, he is a normal and beautiful female chef, but his voice reveals his true gender.

Seemingly calmly struck up a conversation and asked, God knows how nervous Li Yingzhen is.

When Xia Yu heard the sound, he raised his head and turned to Li Ying, who looked like a woman but not a man.

Seeing the face and confirming that he did not admit the wrong person, Li Yingyi's heartbeat speeded up and blood was surging. She couldn't control the excitement and excitement of seeing a super idol, so she rushed to ask for a hug and autograph.But before he hit up, he hinted over and over again that he had an important task, and he barely calmed down.

"I have already drunk it." Xia Yu replied.

"Uh?"

Li Yingzheng looked puzzled at the bowl full of soup in his hand.

Xia Yu smiled and did not answer in detail.

I have not eaten here, but in the story of "Zhonghua Yifan", I have seen similar scenes.In the old days, when Ren, Xie Qi and Liu Maoxing embarked on a journey in search of legendary kitchen utensils, when they encountered a certain legendary kitchen utensil, weren't they also scared by the exact same "abalone soup"?

What's the matter with this visual sense!

Xia Yu had a very strong urge to complain. Looking at the scene in this neighborhood, he listened to the exclamation of "This is so delicious" from Maki Morita and Erina Nakiri. He was already full of many grotesques.

Therefore, he also affirmed 10,000--

The "Magic Bronze Sacred Artifact" is here, in the hands of the Guzman family!

Reducing his funny and surprised mood, Xia Yu looked at Li Yingzheng and saw that he was beautiful, with his eyes turned over his full breasts, and raised his eyebrows: "You are?"

"Let Li Ying sue."

The neutral but slightly male hoarse voice shocked Xia Yu.

When Li Yingyi discovered that Xia Yu's eyes were shocked, he was about to be shy about the sex of Daoming. At this time, the brightly lit Guzman Manor suddenly heard a violent explosion, echoing the entire harbor city.

"what!"

Tourists in the neighborhood who were obsessed with the taste of the soup were shocked by the explosion and fled. The scene of the food festival, which was originally a bit orderly, immediately turned into chaos of terrorist attacks.

Thick smoke and sparks are emerging from the villa!

Xia Yu stared in shock, her pupils contracted, and immediately grabbed Maki Morita and Erina Nakiri's wrists, as if dragging two small duffel bags, exerting force under her feet, and disappearing in front of Li Yingxi in a flash.

Lei Aoxue also rushed out of the scattered crowds.

"What's the matter!" Li Yingyi stood still in the trend, even if she was pushed or bumped, her body remained motionless.With blue veins on his forehead and cold sweat seeping, he shouted at the encrypted radio device, "Who triggered the explosion in advance? No. 1, No. 2, No. 3... all report to me!"

"not me!"

"Captain, definitely not ours!"

Slightly.

Li Yingyi listened to the report from the panic on the radio, and his heart immediately sank to the bottom.

Obviously it was the deployment arrangement of the Southeast Asia Federation, and it collided with other organizations!

At this moment, Li Yingyi was sweating all over.

In addition to the Gourmet Club and them, who else is eyeing Guzman Manor?

correct!

When he thought of this, Li Yingyi suddenly thought of something. He looked up and looked for someone. In his head was the face of the young dragon chef he had just met. "The Qilinzi is here too. It must not be a tourist!"

The chaos made Li Ying silent.

Oh my God!

He had a strong feeling of awe towards Long Chu. He was upset and stood in the crowd for a long while. Then he gritted his teeth and ordered the radio: "Detonate!"

"Make the situation more chaotic, so that we can fish in troubled waters!"

Li Ying clearly knows that if everything is on the table, everyone will fight with legitimate means.

Well.

Those who are eligible to take the stage, roll up their sleeves and wrestle wrists, are all giants.

And that young dragon chef, of course, was the focal point where the eyes of all parties met.