Rebirth as a Cooking God

After three or two bites, he ate a fried noodle bread. Xia Yu licked the grease on his lips, chasing aftertaste that lingered in his mouth for a long time.

Even the casually made breakfast is a bit beyond imagination.

Especially lunch at school, pay attention to convenience. This is also the reason why chow mein and bread became popular in neon local schools. You don’t need to go to the cafeteria to borrow microwave ovens to warm up dishes, and you can still eat physically and mentally happily. It seems that a leisurely life should be like this. At least Xia Yu felt that his appetite as a foodie had been satisfied.

That, that, Xia Yu-jun, can we exchange a piece of bread?

Hideki Nishimura asked while swallowing.

Exchange? Xia Yu glanced at the store fried noodle bread in his hand, and then looked at his own, feeling amused.

In the school store, such a bag is limited to fried noodle bread that is guaranteed for the day. There are two prices, one is 130 yen, and the other is 150 yen, which is very cheap. For the 150 yen one, the bread is better baked, and the fried noodles and sauce are a little bit more. What Hideki Nishimura snatched back from the store were two bags of 150 yen bread.

With milk, a lunch is about 400 yen.

May I?

I wanted to refuse, but Hideki Nishimura almost apologized, clasped his palms together, his face was full of pleading, the corners of his mouth were even slightly water-stained, and his eyes were full of hunger and thirst.

The corners of Xia Yu's mouth twitched, There's no need to change it, I'll eat one less, and I'm barely full with two.

As he spoke, he motioned Nishimura Yingqi to get the bread by himself.

Thank you!

Hideki Nishimura was overwhelmed with gratitude, and rolled up a piece of chow mein bread with seaweed slices like a treasure. Just as he held it in his hand, whoosh, the other hand quickly reached out and snatched the bread.

What kind of bread is this? A boy with dyed yellow hair, earrings, and a bad breath stared at the bread in his hand, his Adam's apple twitched.

Hey— Hideki Nishimura stood up anxiously, Give it back to me!

Tell me first, is this the new bread in the school store? The yellow-haired boy smelled the bread with a hungry expression, and his stomach grumbled in protest, I just came back from the store, why didn't I see this kind of bread...

Seliang, give him the bread! Xia Yu knew this yellow-haired boy, Seliang Yuya, don't be fooled by his bad appearance, he is actually a very funny guy.

Cut! I'm in the same class as you again this year!

Hearing this, Seira Yu also pouted, and stretched out his hand in front of Nishimura Hideki, ready to return the bread to him, but suddenly retracted, with a tangled expression on his face, I'll buy it!

He found a 500 denomination coin from his pocket and patted it on Nishimura Hideki's desk.

No! Not for sale! Hideki Nishimura yelled.

Seeing that these two people were about to quarrel over a piece of lunch bread, Seira Yuya and Nishimura Hideki suddenly fell silent. The bread that was originally held by Yuya Sera appeared in the hands of a third tall boy.

Se Liangyu also yelled in dissatisfaction: Sakamoto, what are you doing?!

Hideki Nishimura scratched his head not knowing what to do.

He was a transfer student, and more than half of the students in this class were promoted from the junior high school attached to Baiou. This guy named Sakamoto was not only the freshman representative at the opening ceremony, but was also appointed as the class representative of various subjects by the class teacher Saito Yui in the morning class this morning. In a word, the boss can hide as long as he can, and don't provoke him.

Wearing black-rimmed glasses, wearing a black uniform, and a boy with sharp eyes, he is naturally Mr. Sakamoto.

At this moment, the eyes of the whole class were attracted. Sakamoto pushed the black-framed glasses calmly, stared at the fried noodle bread on his left hand, and said coolly for a while, Is this the new bread from the store?

Attracted by the strong smell, Sakamoto approached Yakisoba bread, and said like no one else:

This kind of French bread, its color, shape, and even the high-grade flour used for baking are not at the level that ordinary convenience stores can achieve!

Um?!

It's not yakisoba, it uses bean sprouts, eggs, cabbage and ham...

Stir-fry until golden yellow, and the fried noodles with a layer of oily light are reflected in the eyes.

After quietly watching for a few seconds, Sakamoto suddenly opened his mouth, bit off a small piece of bread, chewed it, and then his expression became brilliant, and the remaining bread was wiped out by him at an incredible speed.

Sakamoto-kun? Several girls were puzzled, watching Sakamoto walk back to their seats without saying a word.

Sakamoto took off his uniform jacket and threw it on his chair, wearing only a white shirt on his upper body, making his figure even more tall and handsome.

Ho—

Ho—

There was an inexplicable shout from his mouth, and a strange layer of sweat loomed on Sakamoto's forehead, right next to his desk, like a boxer, bouncing back and forth, exercising intensely.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What are you doing, Sakamoto! Seliang Yu was also very upset when he was robbed of his bread.

Extinguishing!

Sakamoto still launched his secret technique 'repeated side step jump'. Xia Yu laughed heartily as he watched from the side.

Fire out? Everyone in the classroom was puzzled.

Yes, put out the fire!

I have a fire hidden in my body, and I have to exercise to dissipate the heat of the fire! Sakamoto said while dancing. He was full of aura, even if he acted full of shame in the classroom under the eyes of everyone, but in the classroom In the eyes of others, this guy is still so cool.

What the hell!

Se Liangyu was also dumbfounded.

Bread, there's fire in the bread!

Hearing this, the heads of a group of people were filled with question marks.

After nearly ten minutes, Sakamoto stopped, let out a mouthful of hot air after drinking, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, silently put on his uniform jacket, and returned to the window seat in the last row of the classroom.

Xia Yu-jun, why does this kind of bread hide flames? Sakamoto asked in a low and cool tone.

Because the fried noodles are stir-fried in a wok. Xia Yu was a little speechless when surrounded by a group of people in the class, and said casually: Besides, when the fried noodles were stir-fried, a little special spice was added. Don't you Feel a little spicy?

Sakamoto nodded, Yes!

Don't mention the French bread wrapped with fried noodles. Those fried noodles are not Japanese, right?

Of course, that kind of fried noodles is Zhonghua Sansi fried noodles!

boom! Sakamoto suddenly lowered his body, put his hands on Xia Yu's table, and stared at him with burning eyes, Tell me, Mr. Xia Yu, which handmade pastry shop did you buy this fried noodle bread from?

Xia Yu moved the chair away and kept a distance of at least one meter from Sakamoto.

how to say……

I understand! When Xia Yu didn't answer, Sakamoto suddenly turned around, returned to his seat, sat upright, and took out an extra-curricular book, and read it during his lunch break, turning into a quiet and handsome literary man.

One movement and one stillness, the transition is too fast, but this is Mr. Sakamoto.

Gulu~

Looking at the only loaf of bread left in the lunch box, Nishimura Hideki and Seira Yu also swallowed.

Other boys and girls also cast attention, and many of them couldn't look away.

This scene made Xia Yu quite helpless.

Food, pay attention to color, aroma, taste, shape and meaning.

Color is the color of food, aroma is the fragrance, and shape is the shape and appearance, including the decoration of the plate. For example, the French bread and fried noodles used in fried noodles, in order not to attract attention, he can't deliberately make the food bad, it looks terrible!

Doesn't this violate the most basic principles of being a chef?