Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

"I'm coming!"

"Serve..."

Outside the store, there is a long queue of diners, and the customers in the store are equally eager to see. Fortunately, Chef Xia’s cooking skills are no longer what it used to be. When I look back, I will cook the old menus of the shop. The technique is more proficient, not to mention many processes. Under his hands, inadvertently, streamlined and merged.

Lei Aoxue was in charge of cutting vegetables, and Xia Yu was in charge of cooking. Although the knife skills of this descendant of Lei's family gradually could not catch up with Chef Xia, it was definitely enough to serve as a helper and a hand.

Holding the knife in the hand, at this moment, Lei Aoxue glanced at the young man who opened the glass window of the bar and handed out the hot dishes. The expression on his face was an eye-opening trance: "Now, this person gives My feeling is getting closer and closer to those in Baiyulou, as well as Mr. Yan and Mr. Xia."

How did it feel specifically, watching Chef Xia cooking up close, but Lei Aoxue couldn't tell.

That is a vague sense of fusion.

Just like walking in the old Taoist temple, meeting an elderly white-haired Taoist priest, seeing him sitting on the bluestone, the rhyme of Taoism emerges spontaneously, and when his eyes are swept over, he suddenly realizes that this is the mysterious and mysterious "Dao".

In fact, Lei Aoxue opened his eyes.

From beginning to end, a group of distinguished guests in front of the bar can be regarded as the fragments of Chef Xia's cooking. There is no shortage of one second, and they are all in sight.

Plates of hot dishes are served on the table, the guests in the store are commotion, but the people at the bar are enveloped in a weird atmosphere.

"cough!"

For a long time, Nakiri Senzaemon broke free of his troubled thoughts, coughed lightly, and first picked up a pair of chopsticks.

He moved the chopsticks, and the others followed.The dishes on the bar counter are different from the large plate on the square table. They are a bit Japanese-style divided meals. They are filled with exquisite retro small plates and bowls, rice, fist-sized quantities, and various dishes, such as Mushu meat, Dongpo Meat and Xihucuyu are like products separated by assembly line machines. The amount of each plate, and even the shape of the plate, are surprisingly consistent, and even the degree of "exquisiteness" is the same!

Everyone gasped secretly.

Oh, good.

Through a layer of transparent glass, I went to see the face of the young chef with a refreshing smile.This division of dishes and this presentation were done by Chef Xia. The baristas recovered, but the dishes were already in front of them, and the process of serving dishes before serving seemed to have been erased from memory. Except the same.

Qing Muzong was too confused, touched his bald head, and said in a cold sweat, "It's natural?"

On the side, the heroine general, Dojima Gin, and Caipashi Ichiro, who are slightly higher in realm, are thinking about them.

It took a long time for Paujo Ichiro to sigh: "It's too'harmonious', there is no sense of abruptness... So from the perspective of the visual picture, the subconsciously is ignored?"

Nagari Senzaemon, who has a higher vision and experience, shrank his pupils, and said in secret:

'Silver chopsticks ten pots turned'?

Only this explanation.Senzaemon and Old Man Xia have a very close friendship. After listening to the old man explain this skill, he can handle 10 large pots to cook the same quality dishes in one go, and "plating" and "placing" these This link is also included.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why the running water delicacies on the table in front of me are exquisite and printed in the same mold.

Hot meals are of course extremely delicious.

Senzaemon had a great appetite. After eating three bowls of rice, the small plates and small plates in front of him were also emptied. Meat, fish, and vegetables all turned into a constant flow of heat in his stomach.

With a "plop", the last rice bowl also fell on the table. Senzaemon put down his chopsticks, folded his palms together, and the heat that was constantly rising above his head gradually dissipated. This made the guests watching and taking pictures outside the store feel great. Sigh of relief, you should just relax a bit, don't chuck frantically, what should you do if you accidentally get hollowed out.

"Kushu meat, good." Senzaemon commented.

"This Mushu meat is the Confucian cuisine of Shandong cuisine among the eight major Chinese cuisines." Dojima Gin took a napkin and wiped the sweat from his forehead. There was a strange red light on the surface. I don't know if the weather is hot. For this reason, "The raw materials are very simple: pork, eggs and fungus."

"simple?"

The diners at the back of the table opened their eyes exaggeratedly. One of them was a female professional beauty, with red lips open, and said excitedly: "But why have I never eaten such delicious Chinese food?!"

At this time, Xia’s shop has a large number of ordinary people besides a group of big guys. Single customers or two people, if there is less than one table, they have to join other guests to fill the table. After all, it is a very time, it is difficult to find a table, and I am used to split meals. The neon people sitting alone don't care about such small details anymore.

There was a single old man at the same table, shook his head and said: "It seems simple, but it is full of luxurious details. Putting it in other Chinese restaurants, this plate of'mushu meat' is definitely a treasure of the town, far from a few. You can enjoy it for a thousand yen."

"such as?"

Many diners pricked their ears.

The big guys at the bar also applauded, and the old man said vigorously: "Mushu meat, in fact, is also called melilotus. What is melilotus? In Chinese, it generally refers to hanging flowers. Do you know osmanthus? In fact, when osmanthus is in full bloom, The shape is similar to the cherry blossoms, a piece of finely divided pieces, dots, and the color is the yellow of an egg!"

"Oh—" a high school teenager diners shouted, "I see, in this dish just now, those eggs were scrambled into fine pieces, which looked like sweet-scented osmanthus, so they were called'muxirou'?"

The blockbuster diners were astonished: "Ah, those fine things are eggs?"

"No way."

"I think it's not just eggs, but eggs are fragrant, but when I ate them before, they were full of fresh mouth, and they were crunchy..."

The old man saw that the guests noticed him, his presence instantly exploded, he coughed, his voice became more neutral, and said: "Of course it's more than eggs, otherwise how can it be called full of luxurious details? In addition to pork, fungus, and eggs, there are also Magnolia slices, golden needles, day lilies."

This old man is obviously a glutton, deliberately whipping everyone's appetite, and set up a black belly to make people jump.

"What is a magnolia piece?"

"Golden needles, day lilies?"

Seeing a gang of young people eating and drinking enough to surround the old man for explanation, Xia Yu gave a secret smile. The old man had a generous face, but his thoughts were bad.Damn it, lily flower, day lily, isn't that the same thing?The name is different. A group of young people who are seeking knowledge are afraid that they will have to be troubled for a long time before taking a picture of their thighs. Nima's bad old man lied to me for many years!

"okay."

Xia Yu said to Erina and Morita Maki: "They have finished eating, it's time to change a group of guests. It will be open until 6 pm today. Let's hurry up and tighten the rhythm!"

Nagiri Senzaemon watched the boy turn around and continue to be busy, with a cautious thought in his eyes.Is it time?

at the same time.

The shopping street, Si Yingshi’s white castle theme restaurant, has undergone the finishing touches.

There are a few people in Jixingliao here to help. Tian Suohui cleans up, while Xingping Chuangzhen climbs up the ladder, takes the paint bucket and brush, and fills up some white paint for the restaurant sign.Si Yingshi's character of buckle details is vividly reflected in the decoration, just like the state of the kitchen.

"Right right, brush thinner."

"Left, there is a bit of color difference there."

"Ah, it still feels not perfect, Xingping, let's just knock down the whole sign and start over!"

Xingping Chuangzhen was on the ladder, almost out of breath.

Hey hey hey, if the senior hadn't agreed to him, the restaurant was officially open, and he was asked to work as a chef in the kitchen for a semester of study and experience, before he would disagree with this tiring task.

"I knew I was going to beg Master Si Gong, his restaurant should have my place." Xing Ping Chuangzhen cast a resentful look at the handsome silver-haired young man below.

Ok?

Sweeping his eyes away, Xingping Chuang was really stunned. He finally saw the abnormality in the distance of the shopping street, "Why is there a large group of people suddenly gathered there?"

At this time, Yoshino Yuuhime burned and ran back, still shouting.

"Not good!"

"That shop is open and open for business!"

Xingping and Si Yingshi looked at each other and asked in unison: "Which one?"

"Xia's shop!"

thump.

The paint bucket fell to the ground.