Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

The small explanation was obviously just an excuse, and Nakiri Senzaemon came out of the banquet room and entered the quiet tea garden alone.

The tea garden is a very important area in the Japanese style garden. The layout here is different in style from the main garden. There are fences around it. There is a deep garden road from the courtyard gate to the tea house. Trees are planted on both sides. Lots of stones.

Fortunately, there are many stone lanterns for lighting purposes on the quiet path.Nagiri Senzaemon's clogs sounded all the way to the hand washing bowl in the corner.

'Hand washing a bowl' is actually hollowing out a stone, chiseling it into a container, and filling it with water.

A layer of moss climbed on the surface of the stone, and the bamboo tube ticked water into the stone bowl. Senzaemon took a bamboo scooping utensil. Usually the maids made tea. Before the tea ceremony, they would scoop water and wash their hands here.This is a very simple bathing etiquette.

Nagiri Senzaemon washed his hands with slightly cold water, then he took out his cell phone from his pocket and opened the address book.

"beep……"

Long dial tone.

The old man sat down under the corner of the corner of the Chaliao corridor and chatted with his foreign friends.

Of course, if someone else is listening here, they must be shocked by the content of the chat.

"you sure?!"

"I can be sure. It is indeed the epitome of'extremely superior'."

"It's a big deal, old iron."

Nagiri Senzaemon twitched the corner of his eyes, hand in his kimono pocket, groping around. He didn’t find a cigarette or a lighter for a while. He simply gave up the lonely thought of smoking a cigarette, and asked with a slightly open lips: Is there such a promotion for the evildoer?"

"...Pick up? Don't ask me."

"?"

"Because who special mother knows what road Liu Maoxing and Lan Feihong have gone through before they became Gods of Cooking. I am not from that era! The rumors are not credible!"

"...Then what should we do now? Continue to guide?"

"Guide? Haha, when he fully understands the "extreme", we old guys, we all have to step aside and watch him perform quietly as a passerby."

"..."

The corner of Nagiri Senzaemon's eyes twitched again.

It's not that he didn't hear the emotions of the old friend opposite, but so what.No matter how Qianlang struggles, he is doomed to be shot to death.Thinking of the experience tonight, a trace of fear flashed across Senzaemon's eyes, and he couldn't understand this young man.

"It seems that he is the only one to go down the road down there." Nagiri Senzaemon said melancholy.

"Yes!"

The tone on the other side was also full of sorrow.

"You can't accept the old!"

With this sentence as the end, the call is over.

Hold the phone for a long time.Nagiri Senzaemon looked at the bright moon that was sucked in by the hand washing bowl, and the face that had always been Taishan collapsed without changing his face, but he showed obvious hesitation.

"Well, just behind, push him for the last time." The old man opened the address book and made a second call.

"Hahaha, Senzaemon, looking for my monk late at night, is there anything urgent?"

The hearty words come from the abbot of Shilin Temple Yizhen.

"Yizhen, I want to send someone to Shilin Temple to practice for some time."

"How long does it take to practice?"

"It depends on what he meant."

"Oh?"

Nagiri Senzaemon solemnly said, "Also, if you can, please be sure to answer his questions yourself. Please!"

...

Xia Yu was summoned privately by Senzaemon after the dinner was over and sent away Doris. He heard that he was going to Shirin Temple to practice this matter.

His first reaction was not to understand.

"Cultivation?" Xia Yu looked weird, "Chef is not a professional practice, but to avoid the world is to work behind closed doors. How do you know if your dishes are popular with customers?"

He is an admirer of practice and experience, and he has never cared about practice or anything.

Senzaemon just patted him on the shoulder and handed a serious look, "Believe me, you will definitely gain something here, but it depends on you. You know, Shirinji, except for the temple disciples, Disciple, foreign visitors are hardly welcome, so I shaved my face and begged for such a place for practice."

What can Xia Yu say? Senzaemon didn't hold him for "stealing the teacher" because of his great mind and tolerance.

Instead of himself, ah, you are so secretly learning the must-kill recipe created by labor and capital, and bring it first!

Such a big-minded senior, a giant treasure in the family, Xia Yu naturally 10,000 would be willing to accept his arrangement.He is not heartless.

Moreover, Shilin Temple has always been an island country’s food industry, a taboo existence, and it has always been overwhelmed by the moon to catch up. Xia Yu has long been curious and can’t wait to find out the secrets, to see how a behemoth like Shilin Temple, the foundation of existence is amazing .

In the past three days, Doris returned to Europe from the island country, and Xia Yu also began her own practice.

Take the tram.

By plane.

JR train.

Zongta Aoki, who was originally a monk at Shirinji Temple, took Xia Yu and left Tokyo. During the period, he changed several modes of transportation, and finally drove a car into the mountain.

The mountains in the island country always have similar views.Xia Yu didn't know where he was, and didn't have any thoughts of locating with the phone. He closed his eyes all the way to the terminal until he entered the mountain. The car was finally blocked by the dense vegetation on the mountain road, so he could not stop. Qing Mu Zongtai woke him up. .

"Hey, hey, time to wake up."

Sota Aoki stood with his arms akimbo at the window.

Xia Yu rubbed his eyes and got out of the car. Qing Mu Zong said in amazement, "You have slept all day, why are you still listless?"

Xia Yu rolled her eyes and said nothing.

Isn't this nonsense?I spent a whole day in the mysterious space with extremely fast flow of time. One hour or one day, a short trip seemed like a month after the next day. Xia Yu felt that she had not collapsed or collapsed, and she was really strong-willed.

"It doesn't work if the phone is located here, just sit for a while and I will find the way."

The ground snake put a sentence on it.

Xia Yu was full of black lines and didn't know where to complain.

Although he knew that Qing Mu Zong hadn't returned to the temple in a few years, he didn't even know him.

Thinking about it this way, looking up and looking forward, his vision is completely obscured by the lush green, and the corner of Xia Yu's mouth slightly twitched. It seems that if no one is weeding and cutting trees to maintain road conditions, it has not been here for a few years to recognize that the road is normal.

The vicissitudes of life, time has passed.

This sentence applies to myself.Xia Yu laughed, in a good mood, and checked the harvest of several days of retreat.

"System: "The first glimpse of the dragon will kill" mission has been completed."

I don’t have time to pay attention to the "Extreme Dragon Yin" that I just learned, two source stones are put into the backpack, and the original one, after superimposing, the number jumps to "3", Xia Yu immediately locks the broken stage props and locks [Spices Inequality] Cooking skills, choose to use!