Rebirth as a Cooking God

I'm coming!

Serving...

Outside the store, diners lined up in a long queue, and the guests inside were equally eager to see what they were doing. Fortunately, Chef Xia’s cooking skills have long been different from what they used to be. When he cooks the old menu of the store, his techniques are more proficient, and many of the processes are also different. Under his hands, things were streamlined and merged inadvertently.

Lei Aoxue was responsible for chopping vegetables, while Xia Yu was responsible for cooking. Although the knife skills of this direct descendant of the Lei family had gradually failed to catch up with Chef Xia, he was definitely useful as a helper and helper.

The hand holding the knife paused slightly at this moment. Lei Aoxue glanced at the young man who opened the bar window and handed out the hot side dishes. The expression on his face was an eye-opening trance: Now, this person is... My feeling is that I am getting closer and closer to those in Baiyulou, as well as Mr. Yan, Mr. Xia and the others.

What exactly does it feel like to watch Chef Xia cook up close, but Lei Aoxue can't tell.

It was a vague sense of integration.

Just like when outing in an old Taoist temple, you meet an elderly white-haired Taoist priest and see him meditating on a blue stone. The charm of the Tao comes to you spontaneously. When you glance over, you suddenly realize: It turns out that this is the mysterious and mysterious Tao.

In fact, it was more than just an eye-opener for Lei Aoxue.

From the beginning to the end, the group of distinguished guests in front of the bar watched Chef Xia's cooking without missing a second.

As plates of hot food were served, the customers in the store were commotion, but the people at the bar were enveloped in a strange atmosphere.

cough!

After a long while, Nakiri Senzaemon finally broke away from his troubled thoughts, coughed lightly, and picked up a pair of chopsticks first.

He moved his chopsticks, and others followed suit. The dishes here at the bar are different from the large plates on the square tables. They are a bit like the Japanese-style meal sharing system. They are served in exquisite retro small plates and small bowls. Rice, fist-sized portions, various dishes, such as Mushu Pork, Dongpo The meat and West Lake vinegar fish are like products cut out by an assembly line machine. The quantity of each portion and plate, and even the presentation style, are surprisingly consistent, and even the level of exquisiteness is the same!

Everyone looked at it with secret gasps in their mouths.

Well, be obedient.

Through a layer of transparent glass, you can see the face of the young chef with a refreshing smile. The dishes and the plating were all done by Chef Xia. When the big guys at the bar came back to their senses, the dishes were already placed in front of them, and the loading and plating process before serving them seemed to have been wiped from their memories. Except the same.

Aoki Soutai was speechless, touched his bald head, and said with a hint of cold sweat: Is it completely natural?

On the side, the heroine, Gin Dojima, and Ichiro Saiba, who are at a slightly higher level, have thoughtful expressions on their faces.

It took a long time for Namijo Ichiro to sigh: It's too 'harmonious', without any sense of abruptness... So from a visual perspective, it was subconsciously ignored?

Nakiri Senzaemon, who was present with greater vision and experience, had his pupils narrowed and said secretly:

‘Silver chopsticks turn over ten pots’?

This is the only explanation. Senzaemon has a close friendship with Mr. Natsu. He heard the old man explain this skill. After practicing it to a high level, he can control 10 large pots to cook the same quality dishes at one go. links are also included.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why the delicious food on the table in front of me is so exquisite that it is almost printed from the same mold.

Hot meals are, of course, extremely delicious.

Senzaemon had a great appetite and ate three bowls of rice. The small dishes and plates in front of him were also emptied. The meat, fish, and vegetables all turned into the endless heat in his stomach.

With a plop, the last rice bowl fell on the table. Senzaemon put down his chopsticks and clasped his palms together. The heat rising from the top of his head gradually dissipated. This made the customers watching and taking photos outside the store very excited. He breathed a sigh of relief. You should take it easy. Stop fussing and venting your anger like crazy. What should you do if you accidentally get hollowed out?

Musu meat, not bad. Senzaemon commented.

This mosu pork is a Confucian dish 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 his face. He didn't know if it was because of the hot weather. Because, The raw materials are very simple, just three kinds of pork, eggs and fungus.

Simple?

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

At this time, in addition to a group of big bosses, Xia's shop also has a lot of ordinary people. Single customers or couples, if there is less than one table, they have to share the table with other customers. After all, it is an extraordinary period. It is difficult to find a table, so I am used to sharing meals. The neon man sitting alone no longer cares about such small details.

There was a single old man at the same table. He shook his head and said: It seems simple, but it is full of luxurious details. Placed in other Chinese restaurants, this plate of 'Mu Xu Pork' must be the treasure of the restaurant, far from being a few. You can enjoy it for 1,000 yen.”

for example?

Many diners pricked up their ears.

The bosses at the bar also looked at them with approval, and the old man said energetically: Muxu meat is actually also called osmanthus meat. What is osmanthus? In Chinese, this generally refers to hanging flowers. Do you know osmanthus? In fact, when the osmanthus is in full bloom, The shape is similar to a cherry blossom, a piece of fine pieces, dotted with stars, and the color is the yellow of an egg!

Oh - a high school boy diner shouted, I understand, in the dish just now, the eggs were fried into fine pieces and looked like osmanthus, so that's why it's called 'osmanthus meat'?

A large number of diners were surprised: Ah, those tiny things are eggs?

No.

I think it's not just eggs. Eggs are fragrant. But when I ate them before, my mouth was full of freshness and the chew was crunchy...

When the old man saw that the guests had noticed him, his sense of presence instantly exploded. He coughed, and his voice became more powerful, and said: Of course it's not just eggs, otherwise how can we call it full of luxurious details? In addition to pork, fungus, and eggs, there are also Magnolia slices, daylilies, daylilies.”

This old man was obviously a gourmand, deliberately trying to seduce everyone's appetite, and he even set a trap for people to jump into.

What are Magnolia Pieces?

Daylily, daylily?

Seeing a group of young people who had eaten and drank enough and surrounded the old man asking for explanation, Xia Yu secretly laughed. This old man looked kind and generous, but in reality he had a bad mind. Damn it, daylily and daylily, aren’t those the same thing? It’s just a different name. A group of young people seeking knowledge may have to worry for a long time before they slap their thighs to wake up. Damn, the bad old man has lied to me for many years!

okay.

Xia Yu said to Erina and Morita Maki: They have finished eating. It's time to replace the next batch of customers. We will be open until 6 pm today. Let's seize the time and keep the pace closer!

Nakiri Senzaemon watched the young man turn around and continue working, with cautious thoughts in his eyes. Is it time?

at the same time.

In the shopping street, Si Yingshi's white castle theme restaurant is in the final stages of decoration.

There were several people from Jokusei Residence helping here. Megumi Tadokoro was cleaning the house, while Souma Yukihira climbed up the ladder, took the paint bucket and brush, and added some white paint to the restaurant sign. Si Yingshi's character of paying attention to details is most vividly reflected in the decoration, which is similar to the state of the kitchen.

That's right, brush it thinner.

On the left, there's a little color difference there.

Ah, it still doesn't feel perfect enough. Yukihira, let's just tear down the entire sign and start over!

Yukihira Soma was on the ladder and almost lost his breath.

Hey, hey, hey, if the senior hadn't promised him that the restaurant would officially open for business and let him work as a chef in the kitchen for a semester of study and experience, he wouldn't have agreed to this tiring job.

If I had known that I would beg Master Shinomiya, I should have a seat in his restaurant. Xingping Soma cast a resentful look at the handsome silver-haired young man below.

Um?

Looking elsewhere, Yukihira Soma was stunned. He finally saw something unusual in the distance of the shopping street, Why did a large group of people suddenly gather there?

At this time, Yoshino Yuki ran back in a rage, shouting.

Not good!

That store is open for business!

Xingping and Siyingshi looked at each other and asked in unison: Which one?

Xia's shop!

thump.

The paint bucket fell to the ground.