Rebirth as a Cooking God

The explanation was obviously just an excuse. Nakiri Senzaemon came out of the banquet hall and walked into the silent tea garden alone.

The 'tea garden' is a very important area in the Japanese style garden. The layout here is different from the main garden in style. It is surrounded by fences. There is a deep garden road from the courtyard gate to the tea house, with trees planted on both sides. Lots of stones.

Fortunately, there are many stone lanterns set up on the quiet path for lighting purposes. The environment can be said to be quiet, but not gloomy at all. The sound of Nakiri Senzaemon's clogs reached the hand-washing bowl in the corner.

‘Hand-washing bowl’ actually means hollowing out a stone, cutting it into a container, and filling it with water.

There was a layer of moss on the surface of the stone, and the bamboo tube was dripping with water into the stone bowl. Senzaemon took a bamboo water scooping utensil. The maids usually made tea and washed their hands here before the tea ceremony. This is a very simple bathing etiquette.

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

beep……

Long dial tone.

The old man sat down under the eaves in the corner of the teahouse corridor and chatted with his friends from a foreign country.

Of course, if anyone else was listening here, they would definitely be horrified by the content of the chat.

you sure?!

I'm sure. It is indeed the epitome of 'the best'.

This is a big deal, old man.

Nakiri Senzaemon's eyes twitched. He put his hand in the pocket of his kimono and fumbled around. He couldn't find a cigarette or a lighter for a long time. He simply gave up the idea of ​​smoking a cigarette to lighten his loneliness. He asked with slightly parted lips: Where were you in the past? Is there anyone who criticizes evildoers for being promoted like this?

...jumping to the top? Don't ask me.

?

Because, who knows what kind of journey Liu Pleiades and Lan Feihong went through before they became kitchen gods. I'm not from that era! The rumors are unbelievable!

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

Guide? Haha, when he fully understands the 'Ultimate', we old guys will have to step aside and watch his performance quietly as passers-by.

...

Nakiri Senzaemon's eyes twitched again.

It's not like he didn't hear the emotions of his old friend across from him, but so what. No matter how hard Qianlang struggled, he was destined to be beaten to death. Thinking of tonight's experience, a trace of fear flashed across Senzaemon's eyes. He couldn't understand this young man.

It seems that he is the only one walking down the road below. Nakiri Senzaemon said melancholy.

yes!

The tone on the other end was also filled with Dandan's sadness.

I can't do it if I don't accept it!

With these words, the call ended.

Hold the phone for a long time. Nakiri Senzaemon looked at the bright moon sucked into the hand-washing bowl. His face, which had never changed even when the mountain collapsed, showed obvious hesitation.

Forget it, just stay behind and give him the last push. ​​The old man opened his address book and made the second call.

Hahaha, Senzaemon, you came to see me, a monk, late at night. Is there anything urgent?

The hearty words come from Abbot Yizhen of Shilin Temple.

Yizhen, I want to send someone to Shirin Temple to practice for a period of time.

How long will you practice?

It depends on what he wants.

oh?

Nakiri Senzaemon solemnly said: Also, if you can, please be sure to answer his questions in person. Please!

…

After the dinner party was over and Doris was sent away, Xia Yu was summoned privately by Senzaemon and heard that he was going to Shirin Temple to practice.

His first reaction was that he didn't understand.

Cultivation? Xia Yu had a weird look on his face, Being a chef is not a practicing profession. You just hide behind closed doors to avoid the world. How do you know whether your dishes are popular with guests?

He is an admirer of practice and experience, and has never paid much attention to spiritual practice.

Senzaemon just patted him on the shoulder and gave him a serious look, Believe me, you will definitely gain something from this trip, but how much you gain depends on you. You have to know that at Shirinji Temple, apart from the temple disciples, Disciples hardly welcome outsiders, so I begged for such a training spot in shame.

What else can Xia Yu say? Senzaemon is showing great magnanimity and magnanimity by not pursuing him for stealing a master.

If it were him, ah, you secretly learned the killer recipe that labor and management worked so hard to create, bring your head!

For such a big-hearted and generous senior, a huge treasure in the family, Xia Yu was naturally willing to accept his arrangements. He's not heartless.

Moreover, Shilin Temple has always been a taboo-like existence in the food world of the island country, and it has always been too heavy for Yuanyue to catch up. Xia Yu has long been curious and wishes to track down and explore the secrets to see how astonishing the foundation of the existence of such a behemoth as Shilin Temple is. .

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

Take the tram.

By plane.

JR train.

Aoki Souta, who was originally a monk of Shoulin Temple, took Xia Yu and left Tokyo. During this period, he changed several means of transportation and finally drove a car into the mountains.

The scenery in the mountains of the island country is always similar. Xia Yu didn't know where he was, and he didn't bother to turn on his mobile phone to locate it. He kept his eyes closed all the way to the terminal, until he entered the mountain. The car was finally blocked by dense plants on the mountain road and could not stop. Sota Aoki woke him up. .

Hey, hey, it's time to wake up.

Aoki Souta stood outside the window with his hands on his hips.

Xia Yu rubbed his eyes and got out of the car. Aoki Soutai said in surprise: You've been sleeping all day, why are you still listless?

Xia Yu rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Isn't this nonsense? After spending a whole day in a mysterious space where time flows extremely fast, one hour is equivalent to one day, but a short trip seems like a month has passed the next day. Xia Yu feels that he has not collapsed or collapsed. He is really strong-willed.

Mobile phone positioning doesn't work here. Just sit there for a while and I'll find the way.

The local snake dropped his next sentence.

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

Although he knew that Aoki Souta had not returned to the temple for several years, it was not as if he didn't even know the way.

Thinking like this, he raised his eyes and looked ahead. His field of vision was completely blocked by the lush green. Xia Yu twitched the corner of his mouth subtly. It seemed that if no one was weeding and cutting trees to maintain the road condition, it would be normal for him to not be able to recognize the road after a few years.

The sea has changed, times have changed.

This sentence also applies to yourself. Xia Yu smiled and was in a good mood, checking the results of several days of seclusion.

System: The mission First Peep at the Dragon Must Kill has been completed.

For the time being, he had no time to pay attention to the Song of the Supreme Dragon he had just learned. He put two pieces of Origin Stone into his backpack and added them to the one he already had. After superimposing, the number jumped to 3. Xia Yu immediately put the level-breaking props and locked the [Spice] Inequality】Cooking skills, choose to use!