Rebirth as a Cooking God

It was late at night, and the noisy shop gradually returned to quietness.

Xia Yu, who had been busy all night, came back stretching from outside the store. He had just sent An Yilun and Sawamura Eriri away. The three of them added Twitter and private mailboxes to each other. They met and chatted for a while. Fortunately, the shopping street is relatively close to the tram station, so there is no problem for the two of them to catch the last train home.

Under the street lights outside the store, Kitajo Miyoko was still wearing a white chef uniform, and her purple hair seemed to have been strenuously exercised, mixed with sweat, and stuck to her cheeks.

The environment of the back kitchen of Xia's shop is really not as good as that of the Hojo Building, not to mention cramped and crowded, the key point is that there is no central air-conditioning. When cooking, the doors and windows of the kitchen are closed, and the interior is like a big steamer. When several stoves are turned on at the same time, the surging heat will make those who have not been trained as professional chefs feel that this is purgatory.

For Miyoko, who is used to the star-rated kitchen environment of the Hojo Building, tonight's experience made her feel tired and unfamiliar.

doodle.

Glancing at Xia Yu walking back into the store, Kitajo Miyoko took out her mobile phone from her sweat-stained, wet pocket. It was already a quarter past 12 in the morning, she hesitated a bit, but still made a call.

Hello... There was a calm middle-aged man's voice on the other end of the phone.

Father, it's me.

Miyoko, I heard from my friend that you passed the IGO one-star chef assessment yesterday, congratulations. The middle-aged man said with a hint of relief, When do you plan to return to Yokohama?

I'm sorry, father, I plan to stay in Tokyo until the beginning of school in Totsuki. Miyoko Kitajo murmured, and after a moment of silence, she said, I fought a halberd fighting in Tokyo and lost to a peer...

The other end of the phone is listening.

He is very powerful. I think he is at the level of the top ten elites of the Yuanyue High School... Moreover, his cooking has a kind of magical power. After eating, it seems that the spirit and soul have been baptized. Although it sounds unbelievable, but this This is my truest tasting evaluation...

As Miyoko Kitajo said, her eyes unconsciously revealed a kind of awe.

Tell me about it in detail!

This time the middle-aged man's tone became obviously surprised.

Yokohama, Hojo Building.

The Chinese cuisine restaurant that passed the IGO six-star certification a few days ago is still booming in the middle of the night.

In the kitchen, the chief chef, Beitiao Dahe, stopped the work at hand, grabbed the phone and listened carefully to the narration on the other end of the phone, with an expression of disbelief on his face, and murmured in a low voice: ...the heart of the chef?

Hojo Taiga took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: Miyoko, tell me about your experience of tasting it. Don't talk about the taste, just what you saw at that time!

What did you see?

Miyoko Kitajo blushed under the street lamp, I ate two special dishes in total.

One is stir-fried cabbage, I seem to have seen the fields in the countryside... I saw myself running in the wild... Miyoko Kitajo felt ashamed and almost exploded.

Anything else? Beitiao Dahe frowned.

The other dish is Furong Crab Meat Egg. I saw the light of the dish, it was like magic!

When it comes to the glowing hibiscus crab eggs, Miyoko Hojo has endless aftertastes, and her beautiful purple eyes show a hint of hunger.

Cooking...glow?

Beitiao Dahe was silent for a while.

Miyoko, since you've made your decision, stay in Tokyo.

That boy may have mastered the skills that only a super chef can comprehend. As far as I know, the content of the super chef assessment is to stamp a simple recipe with his own brand, plunder the recipe and turn it into his own. That kind of skill is called 'the heart of the chef'! Hojo Taihe smiled wryly, This is a god-level skill that your father has been the chef for so many years, but he has never touched the threshold!

hang up the phone.

Miyoko Kitajo stood in a daze under the streetlight for more than ten minutes before digesting the information she received from her father.

Above the IGO nine-star chef is a super chef who is well-known in the gourmet world.

In Hojo Miyoko's perception, those super chefs either opened their own restaurants and hotels with a lot of guests, or were recruited by some huge food industry giants with exaggerated annual salaries or even ceded shares.

Yuanyue Shijie, after all, is just a group of students at school, and has not yet formed an influence in the Nihong local food industry, let alone a global scope.

You must know that among the previous Yuanyue graduates, probably only those with outstanding talents who graduated with the status of the top ten, will be able to pass the special examination in the future.

The graduates in recent years are hard to say, but Miyoko Hojo can be sure that the 69 graduates, known as Totsuki's golden generation, have ten legendary seats: the first seat is Dojima Gin, the second Saibajo Ichiro in the first seat, and Ji Nakiri in the third seat...

These guys must have been master chefs long ago.

...He may have mastered the skills of a super chef, in other words, he has touched the threshold of a super chef!

The father's voice still faintly echoed in his ears, Kitajo Miyoko bit her lower lip, and clenched her fists unwillingly, Even if you are a special class, I will still challenge you to eat halberds until the day you win—!

...

Xia Yu didn't know the conversation between the father and daughter, otherwise it would be a confused face.

What the hell, now his culinary level is only lv12, you tell me super?

Another busy day.

After closing in the early morning, Xia Yu arranged a room for Miyoko Hojo. He moved to the old man's bedroom and left his own room for Miyoko Hojo.

Thanks to good cleaning habits, his and the old man's rooms are very clean, and they can sleep in new sheets and quilts without much effort. Morita Maki invited Kitajo Miyoko to her house to stay together, but Miyoko refused.

Giving up the only bathroom on the second floor to Kitajo Miyoko to take a bath, Xia Yu was not in a hurry to close the store, but half closed the door, sat on a clean chair, and browsed the props in the God of Cooking store.

System: There are currently 1033 Fame Points remaining.

In the past two days, the reputation has hardly increased, which shows that the store's publicity in the ACG circle has reached a bottleneck. Unless there are other heavyweights who are more powerful than 'TAKI-kun' and 'Kashiwagi Eri' to help promote, otherwise the cultivation in the ACG circle will basically stop here.

There are too many tempting props in God of Cooking Space.

Not to mention the most basic recipes.

Now that I have fully practiced the two basic skills of 'Sword Skill' and 'Fire', it is time to buy an advanced skill book and learn it.

The problem was, after Xia Yu screened it, he found that he was really a pauper.

There are not many advanced branches of 'sword skill'.

Brave Bull and Green Dragon Slash, the purple cooking skill that specializes in processing meat ingredients, if you buy it directly without going through the quest, it will consume a full 15,000 reputation points.

Arhat Crystal Slash, processing water to produce fresh purple cooking skills, the price is also 15,000 reputation points.

System, let's just talk about it, how much is the cheapest advanced sword skill book? Xia Yu turned around, and simply turned off the store panel, so that he would not become irritable because of the cruel fact of being poor.

Purple low-level, Seven Stars Breaking the Army Quickly Cut, the price is 10,000 reputation points. The system replied.

...

Xia Yu immediately looked up at the sky with tears in his eyes.

I don't want the European-style purple sword skills, poor ghost... Is there an African chieftain version? It's the blue economical one... He still asked unwillingly.

The system was silent for a moment, as if searching.

Sorry, host, please continue to work hard... Finally the system said in a mechanical voice.

Continue to beg for recommendation tickets and collections!