Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

Ding!

With a prompt from the system, no one knew that this young Dragon Chef had completed his transformation and promotion once again in the overgrown wild, except for Kai Xia Yu himself.

Looking at the golden energy in the cooking skill column, and finally crossing the void and faint skill icon, Xia Yu clenched his fist and stopped deliberately suppressing the excitement.

"Although my personal dragon-level killer has not been created yet, the foundation is here, and it's just a recent thing."

Waiting left and right, ten minutes later, Qing Mu Zongtai still did not return.

The car was turned off and stopped on the grass. Xia Yu jumped on a rock and raised his phone high, but the signal grid was still gray and dark. As for the mobile network, it was even more bitter and bitter. If you want to take the time to swipe a Weibo reply, WeChat will not work. Waiting like this is really a very irritating and fucking mood.

It's almost evening, and the midsummer evening is not as hot as noon, and the cool breeze has the magical power to induce sleep.

It happened that when Xia Yu was bored and bored, not far from the mountain road, on the other side of a stream, a figure walked out of the forest and squatted by the stream.

This is an old farmer with gray hair, a hoe, and simple clothes. It should be a farmer in this wilderness.

Xia Yu put away his vigilant expression, and to be honest, when he suddenly ran into someone in the wild, his body was chilled for the first time.But the old farmer is the image of the grandfather of the island country he knows.

After all, island countries are facing social problems such as an aging population. In such a rural area, it is strange to meet fashionable young people.

The old farmer also spotted Xia Yu on the other side and looked up and smiled.

Xia Yu found that he was washing things with stream water, and immediately walked over and squatted by the stream, saying hello across the stream: "Oh, yam, wild mushrooms, the old man turned out to be a foodie!"

Wild yam is not easy to dig. It looks a bit ugly and has a strange shape. It is not the same thing as the straight, artificially planted yam.

The old farmer threw a slightly curved wild yam over. The brownish-yellow skin had already been grinded, revealing a white section. The natural fragrance was refreshing.

Xia Yu took the yam for a moment, then grinned and said, "Is this a treat?"

The old farmer nodded.

Xia Yu snorted and didn't dare to say anything.

Certain varieties of yams can be eaten raw, but most wild yams should not be eaten raw.Xia Yu didn't want her mouth to be itchy, it was as painful as it was stuffed with ant nests.

The old farmer didn't force it, and lowered his head to continue cleaning the yam and mushrooms, Xia Yu talked to him.

"Are there any villages or towns around here? I'm from a different place and I don't know the situation here."

"There is a small village called Yokoi. Not far from this forest, you can see the fields of Yokoi."

"There are not many young people in the village, right?"

The old man showed a trace of loneliness, and said: "Yes, how can young people stay in this rural place? Even if they can't go to Tokyo, they will go to the neighboring city, which is lively. Even middle school students, junior high schools, and high schools want to go to The colleges in the county, our school here, only has a sand football field, like my little grandson, yelling about the grass field every day, and then a year ago, my son's family moved to the county city to settle down."

Xia Yu smacked her lips, not knowing what to say.

Urbanization is inevitable.Students expect wider schools, bigger playgrounds, and more comfortable classrooms. These are all normal.

Lie down, resting her head on the soft grass beside the creek, Xia Yu is attracted by the blue sky at once, next to it is the clear bottomless water, surrounded by green fields and intoxicating mountains, it is really a very leisurely and beautiful island country in the show. Countryside scenery.

The old man opened the broken thought mode.

"I have two sons and one daughter. They are all married. The eldest son opened a hardware store in the village. The younger son is a carpenter with good craftsmanship. I don’t worry about him going to the city, but Naoto, my little grandson. Although I love to play football, my personality is very taciturn. I heard that the middle schools in the city are different from our rural areas. There are too many students and there will be bullying..."

"School bullying? That's what you should pay attention to. The most fundamental thing is your character. Try to change it."

Xia Yu didn't answer a word. Gradually, his eyelids became heavier and sleepy, and this time he truly fell asleep.

"Hey!"

"It's time to wake up!"

Aoki Sect is too funny.

"...I'm asleep?" Xia Yu touched his head and sat up. At this time, the sun was setting and the sunset was falling into the wilderness. He narrowed his eyes slightly.

There are two teenagers in monk's clothes, about 13 or 14 years old, looking at their heads behind the Qingmu Sect.

what.

Xia Yu also found that the road had been cleared, the weeds had been shoveled away, and the excess trees had been cut down. Qingmu Zongtai and the two little monks were covered with sweat stains from work.

"When I found the way, I went to the temple by myself and pulled these two boys out to clear the mountain road." Qing Mu Zongtai was very strict with the younger generation, staring at him, "Really, I have only left for two or three years, and the temple chores are in a mess. The roads outside are unmaintained. How do you take care of them?!"

The little monk shrank his neck.

"Well, the car can now drive directly to the mountain gate." Qing Mu Zongtai inserted the key to start the car.

"correct!"

Xia Yu stopped at the car door and looked around, "Where is the old grandfather?"

"What grandpa?"

Qing Mu Zongtai, who had just sat in the driving seat, was stunned.

"I just met an old grandfather from Yokoi Village."

In the back seat of the car, the whispers of two little monks suddenly disappeared.

There is a strange silence in the car space.

"Yokojing Village?" Sect Aoki glanced at Xia Yu, who was the co-pilot. "It is indeed the village closest to the temple, but it takes at least an hour to drive on the national road."

Xia Yu's smile was a little reluctant, "In order to dig yams and pick wild mushrooms, it's normal to run so far."

"Yam?"

A little monk couldn't help but screamed.

Xia Yu saw in the rearview mirror of the car, another person looked out the car window reflexively.

By the side of the mountain road, under a certain old tree, in front of the old stone shrine almost covered by the stem, there is a porcelain bowl with tribute.

The tribute in the bowl is very simple, a few pieces of white yam cake.

Pieces of pastry are stacked in a tower shape, and it is obvious that the top piece of pastry tribute in the bowl is missing.

Xia Yu felt like she was holding something in her hand.

Squeezed.

The touch is not the wild yam that has been cleaned and peeled by the stream, but it is slightly soft and pinched on the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

A faint cold breath rose from the soles of the feet to the top of the head.

The thing in his hand is not thrown out of the car window, and it is even more cold and flustered when holding it.Xia Yu couldn't help but said: "Who is so wicked to give me a piece of tribute?"

The car has started, driving on the mountain road, and the driving position of Sota Aoki is looking straight ahead.

His reaction was calm and not human.

I don’t know when, a little monk’s whisper came from the back seat to Xia Yu’s ears:

"... That bowl of yam cake tribute was given by the abbot the other day to take it down from the mountain."

The two little monks were in the back seat, looking at Xia Yu's eyes, shocked.

Grab tribute to eat?

incredible!

Xia Yu's forehead blue veins jumped, and finally looked down at the cake block in his hand. Is this a kind hospitality or a bad joke?

Ah.

There was an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth. No matter what, Xia Yu felt that he had reached another very interesting place.