Rebirth as a Cooking God

That evening, on the outskirts of the imperial capital.

The 'Jiankou Great Wall' is one of the famous eight sections of the Great Wall around the imperial capital. Compared with the crowded Badaling Great Wall and Juyongguan Great Wall, it seems deserted. There are not many tourists. There are only a few people walking on the walls that have not been artificially repaired. People, if you look closely, you will find that these people are all well-equipped travel companions.

The mountains are steep, precipitous and beautiful.

Obviously, the Jiankou Great Wall is a wild Great Wall. The wild here refers to the simplicity and nature. Since the road section is too primitive and steep, it is definitely too much for ordinary tourists to climb the Great Wall.

On this day, a group of travel friends came down from the Great Wall, only to find that the usually deserted villages and towns at the foot of the mountain were crowded with large construction trucks.

The cars lined up on the road, stretching away like a long black dragon. It was so spectacular.

Wu Jin is the captain of this travel team. He is thirty-five years old and in the prime of life. With healthy wheat-colored skin and strong limbs, he looks like a cheetah when climbing the steep Great Wall.

He is a well-known outdoor sports enthusiast, and at the same time, he is also a gourmet and one of the little leaders in the dark culinary world of this generation.

Descendants of ‘Walker’ Wu Song!

Of course, this Wu Song is not the Wu Song in Water Margin, but a dark cooking world boss with both martial arts and cooking skills in the world of Zhonghua Ichiban, who once appeared in front of the animated version of the Little Master.

Captain, what's going on?

What a huge battle! Is the official planning to build the Great Wall?

The team members were chattering,

Wu Jin frowned, noticing that this convoy was unusual. He glanced around and found a small leader who was directing workers to carry iron plates. He walked over and found a pack of expensive cigarettes in the large outdoor backpack on his shoulders. , while handing it over, he asked with a smile: Brother, are the above going to carry out construction and repair work on the Jiankouye Great Wall?

The little boss didn't pick up the cigarette, and glanced coldly. He was suddenly stunned for a moment, and his expression softened, Wu Jin? Chef Wu?

Nice to meet you. It's me.

The little boss still didn't answer the cigarette, and with a slightly respectful expression, he explained: It's not about the construction and repair of the Great Wall.

He pointed to the iron plates that workers were unloading from trucks.

The task given to us by the superiors is to lay iron plates. I don't know much about the other parts, but a buddy of mine inside the Baiyu Building said that this is the high-rise building of the Baiyu Building, and we need to use this section of the wild Great Wall for outdoor gourmet cooking.

when?

Just tomorrow.

After saying that, the little boss said goodbye. He was very busy, and Wu Jin did not force anyone to stay. He and the traveling team stood at the foot of the Great Wall Mountain and watched the construction team carry out intensive construction. After a while, the first section of steep stone steps was laid. There was a row of large iron plates.

From bottom to top, there are iron plates, the metal is shiny, reflecting the evening sunlight.

Travel friends took mobile phones and SLRs to take photos, and they kept talking.

Wu Jin also took a picture and posted it in the WeChat group of the 'Dark Cuisine World Exchange Group'. There are more than a hundred members in this group, and all of them use weird nicknames instead of their real names or nicknames.

For example, Wu Jin, his ID in the group is Walker.

There will be an outdoor gourmet cooking event at Jiankou Great Wall tomorrow. Do you see anything?

In the picture, the iron plates occupying the steps of the Great Wall are arranged one after another, which is quite dazzling.

Hey, Uncle Wu, you finally came out of the mountain nook.

Wu Yingying, nicknamed Little Tianjixing, made a cute expression with her tongue sticking out, The motorcade is so vast, from Baiyu Tower to the suburbs, it has already aroused heated discussions.

Besides, I know some inside information!

speak!

…

Boom boom.

At the hotel in the imperial capital, someone knocked on the door.

Come in.

Ye Feizhou and Wei Qinglian entered the room one after another, and Xia Yu looked away from the TV news program.

Wei Qinglian stared at him and handed over an ingredient form, Check it.

Xia Yu turned over it carefully.

Main material, rice, a big truck?

There was a faint sweat on his forehead. Damn it, with so many materials stuffed into it, did Dragon Tou Zhuji want him to have a feast for all the heroes? !

The accompanying dry goods include abalone and sea cucumber.

As well as scallops, shrimps, mushrooms, etc.

Of course, eggs are also indispensable, and the same amount is amazing.

After a while, Xia Yu looked up and saw Ye Feizhou's face turning slightly red as he tried to speak but then stopped. He smiled and said, Are you curious?

Ye Feizhou nodded, Egg, egg fried rice?

This is a guess based on the ingredients.

Next to her, Wei Qinglian narrowed her eyes and looked closely at Xia Yu, waiting for his answer.

What else could it be? Just eggs and fried rice!

Xia Yu was funny and didn't think he had anything to hide.

The ingredients are right here.

Others are not blind.

Isn't it possible? A startled female voice came from outside the room, You have just returned to China and you are rushing to the show... I can't believe that you disappeared for two months and then suddenly showed up and served egg fried rice. Such an ultimate killer.

The idea that egg fried rice is a killer is obviously ironic.

Tang Yuqiong is here.

Behind her, Li Han, Wu Yingying and the rest of the Five Shows were also there. Behind her, the old men Xia Qing and Yan Qi also came. The hotel corridor was full of people.

It's just egg fried rice!

Xia Yu showed an extremely innocent expression, I really didn't lie this time!

Who said Mother Sun Ball isn't eggs and fried rice? My kitchen god Liu Pleiades was the first to jump out and knock his head off.

Can't believe you!

That's right, I get deceived by you every time.

The friends all expressed doubts.

Stop!

Xia Yu suddenly raised his hand to control the field.

The hotel suite suddenly fell silent, and the news program on the TV ended and switched to a daily weather forecast program:

...In the Imperial Capital, it will be sunny tomorrow, with a maximum temperature of 31°C.

Snapped!

Hearing this, Xia Yu snapped his fingers and showed a bright smile to his friends.

The last weather condition has been achieved! God is in good hands!

Outside the corridor, Xia Qing and Yan Qi, who were not noisy with a group of young people, looked at each other and nodded, the affirmation in their eyes becoming more intense.

That's right.

Xia Qing said.

Brother Xia, does your notebook from Fairy Bei record the recipe for Mother Sun Ball? Yan Qi's eyes were strange.

……No!

Yan Qi had never read the book left by the fairy. At this moment, his eyes showed ten thousand disbelief.

Xia Qing felt angry and helpless.

What kind of truth is this, what kind of world is this? No one wants to believe the truth.

The next day, Xia Yu slept until almost noon before getting up late and washing up.

The group of people left the hotel in a grand manner, got in the car, and arrived at the foot of the Jiankou Great Wall mountain on the outskirts of the imperial capital. The villages and towns that were deserted all year round with few tourists saw heavy traffic, tight parking spaces, and the constant sound of sirens. It showed how anxious the drivers were.

Ah? Xia Yu looked out the window from the passenger seat, Why are there so many people?

Lei Aoxue, who was in the back seat, said, The news has been leaked.

Xia Yu looked back at Morita Maki, Nakiri Erina, and then at Lei Aoxue. Seeing the twinkling eyes of these three people, he couldn't help but pat his forehead, Let me just say, it turns out you were the source of the news.

The news spread to ten and hundreds, causing a sensation in the imperial capital overnight.

So, Longtou Zhuji prepared a truckload of rice. What a foresight! Xia Yu secretly wiped his sweat.

Each of the onlookers had half a bowl, that’s about enough, right?

At this time, Xia Yu was even more worried about the lack of materials, which caused public resentment.

As for whether Mother Sun Ball can be successfully cooked and how complete it is...

As a gourmet expert who has watched Chinese Ichiban and is familiar with the ultimate recipes of the dark and light worlds, and has been working tirelessly to improve his cooking skills to the stage of dragon killing, it is easy to conquer the recipes of the source of light.

Above, please ignore the painstaking research on half of the fragments and the private hard work of a whole week and night without sleep after synthesizing the complete recipe at Shirin Temple.

At this time, Xia Yu felt light both physically and mentally. There is also a 'road to the sky' in 'Mother Sun Ball'.

The best, wabi-sabi.

If I see this 'Tao' in the Source of Light recipe again...

The ‘dragon must kill’ in my mind!

Deduced, confirmed!

The sparkle in Xia Yu's eyes was frightening.