Rebirth as a Cooking God

The dark clay pot was enlarged in close-up on the broadcast screen.

The arena fell silent for a moment.

The scene of Totsuki's Red Leaf Hunting Festival was suddenly silent, and the wind that began to change the season blew by, bringing with it a lot of red leaves.

The atmosphere was a bit cold, and there were signs of a chill.

Da da da……

Chiyo Aichi quickly trotted to the No. 1 cooking station. As the female host and field controller, she naturally had to grasp the atmosphere of the scene. If she was silent, it would be equivalent to her dereliction of duty. Without panting, she handed the microphone to Xia Yu who was unloading the kitchen utensils. She bit her lip and asked, Chef Xia, can you briefly introduce your tools?

They were all old acquaintances, but Chiyo Aichi still looked nervous.

The atmosphere of the finals was so suffocating that her palms couldn't stop sweating when she handed over the microphone. Therefore, Chiyo Aichi really admired Xia Yu who was calmly arranging the kitchen utensils and the cooking table, but was much older than her.

Introduction to tools?

Xia Yu was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly and grabbed the broken saber with a sheath, Everyone should be familiar with this knife. I usually use it to process aquatic products.

As for this...

His hand reached out to the dark clay pot on the side of the box.

Then, the female host was a little confused. A clay pot was stuffed into her arms, and the young man said to her: Smell it.

smell?

Carefully, she placed the fragile-looking pottery pot back on the cooking table. Chiyo Aichi opened the lid. In an instant, her entire face was frozen, but her shoulders stretched desperately, as if she was about to fly with her wings spread. Intoxicated posture.

Not long after, the hostess woke up and immediately blushed.

The lid of the clay pot has been closed. She reluctantly moved her eyes away, looked at the camera equipment that was zoomed in, took a breath and said: Noodles!

noodle?!

The word echoed in the stadium.

The jar... seems to contain a kind of noodles, and I smell a strong fermentation smell. The female host frowned slightly.

Suddenly, inspiration flashed in the minds of many professional chefs who were accomplished in the pastry field.

Kitchen counter No. 2.

Li Han turned to look at Lan Chuhan, lowered his head and asked, Chef Lan, could it be Lao Mian?

Well, nine times out of ten it's the dough, otherwise there's not much point in preparing the dough in advance. Lan Chuhan's expression was indifferent, but her eyes glanced at Xia Yu's knife and then at the black clay pot.

A kitchen blade specially used to process aquatic products, paired with a jar for storing flour and fertilizer...

There was a lot of commotion a few days ago, and there was news about Ertiao Fish Market. Lan Chuhan whispered to himself: Seafood noodles? Seafood dumplings?... Well, siomai and steamed buns are also possible! There are so many pastas to make!

alright!

At this time, Shinichiro Furukawa, who served as the master of ceremonies, came on stage, stood next to the golden gong stand, personally held a mallet wrapped in red cloth, and struck the ring: In 15 minutes, the cooking session will officially begin. Now please invite the staff of the logistics department , carry the ingredients prepared by the contestants onto the stage!

Three transport teams took the stage, and each team had something special to say.

The first team brought a large freezer in a car, and the sound of the car rumbling across the field spread.

Can I have a look?

After the freezers were brought down and set up, another female host, Yuki Watanabe, came forward and asked.

no problem!

Tang Yuqiong nodded happily, took a step forward, and opened the freezer door like opening a door. Then an iceberg inside was exposed to the camera, making the stadium silent again.

Before the audience could digest it, a duck croaked.

The second work team held a live duck with its feet bound in its arms. These ducks were still very energetic and quacking.

Tu-Tu duck?

A large number of people in the audience turned to stone.

What's in those bags? The professionals were watching behind the duck transporters. On a large cart, several bags were stacked up to form a large amount of materials.

Moreover, the second cart arrived immediately and unloaded 5 large jars of wine to the No. 2 cooking table where Li Han and Lan Chuhan were.

These wines are packaged in vermilion-glazed ceramic jars, with red ropes wrapped around the seals. There is also a piece of red paper pasted on the front of the jar, which reads in square Chinese characters:

Luzhou Laojiao.

Not to mention this eye-catching hard advertisement, the combination of ingredients at the No. 2 cooking station not only confused the ordinary audience, but also a group of professionals in the guest seats were also whispering and discussing with others.

Tuya, what is the combination of Laojiao wine? Drunken duck?

Carl Sage of IGO, talking to himself.

Master Yan, have you mastered the recipes of these three combinations? Nakiri Senzaemon tilted his head slightly and asked Yan Qi on his right.

Yan Qi is the owner of Bahian Lou. The title Yan Lou master is a term reserved for people in the industry. Judging from the details of Commander Totsuki's title, we can know that Senzaemon has dealt with Yan Qi. I'm afraid he went to the mainland when he was young. Experienced.

Hard to say!

Hearing this, Yan Qi shook his head and said: The main preparation for cooking station No. 1 is old noodles. There has been a saying in the pastry field since ancient times. It is complex and vast!

And kitchen counter No. 2...

He raised his finger.

Have you noticed the bags stacked on the second cart? Looking at the amount of preparation, it must be a serious consumption of materials. I'm afraid this is the key to solving the puzzle! The tone was firm.

Carl and Senzaemon immediately turned their attention and became curious about the colorless and unlabeled bags:

what is this?

You are indeed well prepared!

It is indeed the final!

On the mountain platform of Totsuki's Red Leaf Hunting Competition, a group of students were also whispering to each other.

Maki, do you know what the wooden box next to Professor Xia is? Soma Kohei scratched his head anxiously, and finally couldn't help asking the black-haired girl sitting in the front seat, I'm sure there are ingredients hidden in the box!

wooden box!

The sound of the discussion disappeared, and the students all stared at the wooden box with the relief in the picture, and they were also very curious.

clang!

At this time, a clear golden gong sound came from the TV.

The sword battle with the theme of Introduction and Ferrying has officially begun. The cooking will end in 2 hours. Chefs are requested to seize the time, devote yourself to it, and dedicate yourself to a classic cooking showdown! Surong said Furukawa Shinichiro in kimono.

start--

Snapped!

Zhu Qing gave her an encouraging look and raised her white palm. Xia Yu also raised his hand and gave her a high five. His eyes were quiet and he said: Just follow the division of labor in the past few days!

I know!

Nodding gently, Zhu Qing turned around and lifted a medium-sized vegetable basket on the floor.

Carrots, cut into cubes.

Spinach, cut into chunks.

Zhu Qing's cooking style was just like her temperament, straightforward and straightforward. She brought two more presses, mixed in a little water, and beat the carrots and spinach into green and vermilion vegetable juice respectively.

After that, clean the machine and mix black sesame seeds with water to make a thicker black sesame paste.

Xia Yu, on the other hand, picked up a small bag of flour he had prepared and dumped it on the kitchen table that had just been carefully cleaned. He immediately started the fire, put a small pot on the stove and put water to boil. When the water was slightly warm, he stopped the fire.

Click!

Then, Xia Yu opened the lid and reached into the dark clay pot, and took out a small ball of old noodles that was soft yet hard.

The camera zooms in on something in his hand.

Uh-huh.

Nakiri Senzaemon's pupils suddenly shrank, and he breathed in: That was just now...

He looked directly at the closer cooking station No. 1 instead of the broadcast screen above the stadium.

It's not an illusion. When the old face comes out of the altar, it has its own dazzling brilliance.

But this light was just a moment of youth. The audience who looked at the screen must have thought it was the lighting effect of the stadium and did not pay much attention. Only a group of professionals in the guest seats looked wrong, with surprise and doubt in their eyes.

First update~