Rebirth as a Cooking God

Neon, Tokyo, Taito Ward.

The orange-red sunset sprinkled on the busy shopping street. In the downtown area, a teenager in a middle school uniform was dexterously riding a bicycle and weaving through the crowd.

I am back!

In a remote residential alley, the teenager casually left his bicycle at the door of a half-open and half-closed restaurant. If you pay attention, you can easily find a sign with the words Chinese Cuisine in traditional Chinese characters hanging on the door of the restaurant.

The narrow storefront was empty, and no one responded to him. Xia Yu was used to it.

About two years ago, Xia Yu, who made a big wish before going to bed, made a big wish to eat the food until she vomited, and when she woke up, she became a junior high school student at Hakuo Junior High School in Neon Tokyo.

From the initial panic to the later adaptation, Xia Yu only spent one semester.

Speaking of experience, since he has been forced, what else can he do other than enjoy it? She groaned like a grumpy woman all day, and it was impossible to find life and death. Xia Yu directly gave him four golden words:

Be optimistic!

Fortunately, in this life, Xia Yu is still called Xia Yu, and the Yanhuang blood in his body is still there, but, unlike the two-sleeved breeze when he came here, he is not worried about feeding the whole family. In this life, he has an extra person who is respected and feared grandfather.

I walked through the store and came to the backyard. Sure enough, there was a white-haired old man sitting on the futon in the corridor. Hearing footsteps behind him, the old man opened his eyes slowly and pointed to the teapot on the low table beside him, Come back. Hot water, tea.

This is Chinese with round characters.

Oh.

Xia Yu responded and picked up the teapot. Instead of going to the faucet to fetch water, he went into the store's kitchen, scooped water into the pot from an old water tank, and then put the teapot on the gas stove.

Cuckoo.

In a short while, the teapot was bubbling hot, and Xia Yu looked at the kettle, his eyes a little confused for a while.

Two years after coming to this world, Tokyo seems to be the Tokyo he knows, but some details in life that cannot be ignored remind Xia Yu that this world is not as simple as it seems.

for example……

Xia Yu glanced at the old water tank in the kitchen.

The storefront is not big, the kitchen is even more crowded, and an old antique water tank takes up too much space, which is not common sense.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, Xia Yu did not rush to turn on the light, but stood quietly for a while, waiting for the sunset in the kitchen to dissipate, the narrow space was completely dark, and the old water tank suddenly had a crystal clear water. A little sparkle, out of the water, floating in the air.

This is not the problem of water, Xia Yu is very clear, he turned off the gas stove, and did not rush to make tea for the old man, but glanced at the courtyard outside, quickly stretched out his hand, and took a fish in the water tank, wow, dark In the middle, the gems like night pearls are shining brightly.

In his hand, it was a slippery, egg-sized stone.

With a sigh, Xia Yu touched the stone and threw it back into the water tank. Without looking back, he picked up the teapot above the gas stove and left.

He has asked the old man about the stone more than once, and he has used any method, but the old man has always been tight-lipped, which makes him a rebirth.

What's so special, the treatment of reborn people shouldn't be like this. Is there something wrong with the way to open it? In the past two years, Xia Yu has been miserable. He is used by the old man as a bull and horse every day. He is seriously lacking in sleep throughout the year. He goes to school during the day to make up sleep, so that his title of sleep master accompanied him through the three years of Baigu Junior High School. Today Xia Yu has just taken the internal entrance examination of Baiou High School. He hopes that when the spring break ends and the school starts in April, he can take off the title of sleep in his new school.

Xia Yu, who was very active in his heart, now lowered his eyebrows and pleaded with his eyes, knelt on the futon beside the short table, and made tea for the old man.

The tea was bought from the shopping street, and the owner was also an old man. Every time Xia Yu ran errands to get it, the tea shop owner always smiled and took out such a small bag from the inner room for him, which was quite mysterious.

By the way, when it comes to the shopping street, this is Ameyoko-cho in Ueno Station. During the day, there are all kinds of fresh and cheap aquatic products. At night, there is a mixed night market. You can buy almost everything here, but Xia Yu just arrived. After a few turns, I lost interest in the shopping street, which is no different from the big night market in Huaxia, except for medicines and cosmetics, which are more cost-effective, other things, such as clothing, should not have too strong cottage flavor, rustic, of course, the price is also very high It's cheap.

The tea is fragrant.

After making tea, Xia Yu poured a cup for the old man and a cup for himself. When the tea flowed into his throat, his body that had been squeezed and hollowed out for many years suddenly burst into mysterious restlessness. At this moment, Xia Yu felt like Xiaoqiang who couldn't be beaten to death, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Okay, let's go to work. The old man closed his eyes and waved.

Oh.

Xia Yu wiped away tears silently, and could only stand up, glanced at the ingredients piled up outside the kitchen, got up and walked up the narrow stairs to the room on the second floor, ready to change clothes for work.

Open the closet as usual.

hiss! Xia Yu retracted his hand like an electric shock, and looked at the right palm that had just grabbed the cabinet door. A scratch like a knife cut almost pierced through the palm. The wound looked quite deep, but the strange thing was that there was no blood flowing out.

What's wrong with the door? Xia Yu grabbed the injured palm, grinned, and showed anger, and directly removed the whole moving door panel of the wardrobe.

However, the door panel, which was upside down on the ground, was bare, and there were no sharp nails or other sharp protrusions.

Not scientific!

Xia Yu was a little messy and thought he was hallucinating. He glanced at his right palm. The obvious scars were still there, but no blood was flowing.

Di, the system is checking, the binding program is started, and it has been completed.

what the hell? !

Holding the injured palm, Xia Yu, who turned around to find the medical box, was stunned, and said in surprise, System?

Host, I am here.

The electronically synthesized sound in his head just now appeared again. This time Xia Yu concentrated his mind, and there must be no hallucinations.

The transmigration and rebirth have all happened to me, what else is impossible? Xia Yu thought so in his heart, and immediately calmed down. The so-called bare feet are not afraid of wearing shoes. This is the case. He simply opened his heart and sat on the bed and asked, Where are you in my body?

This system-on-a-chip is implanted in your brain.

Xia Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, glanced at his injured right palm, and touched the back of his head. Could it be that the chip penetrated from his arm to his brain? Just thinking about it makes my body go cold.

Introduce yourself. Xia Yu asked calmly.

This system is developed for the chef...

beep.

Following the synthetic electronic voice's answer, a character attribute box popped up on Xia Yu's retina:

Host: Xia Yu.

Sex: Male

Age: 16

Comprehensive physical fitness: lv9 (strength, dexterity, explosiveness, neural reflexes, etc.)

Comprehensive cooking skills: lv1 [starting as a rookie]

Fame: 0 (This item is related to the host's popularity, exposure, and achievements. Fame can be used to buy items in the system mall.)

(Level lv100 is the upper limit. Therefore, you are only a rookie in the culinary world. You only know the fur of material handling, but you have not cooked any dishes by yourself. At best, you are a kitchen apprentice.)

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What is this!

Seeing the evaluation at the bottom of the profile, Xia Yu's face was hot.

He is a foodie and likes to eat, so he made a big wish to travel across, but who said that a foodie must be a chef?

The above are just the arrogant thoughts in Xia Yu's heart. Of course, most foodies hope that they have good cooking skills. The God of Cooking system can be said to be a light in Xia Yu's sluggish life. He saw the dawn!

The turning point of the trough drama life has finally come!

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