Rebirth as a Cooking God

Kitchen counter No. 2.

Li Han and Lan Chuhan have completed the slaughtering of five native ducks.

The duck, completely naked and with its internal organs removed, was placed on the kitchen counter, glowing slightly.

The key is not the duck. Xia Yu looked over and happened to see Li Han carrying 5 large Chinese iron pots with sweat profusely.

Such a big pot, five people were brought in at once... What are they going to do?!

Xia Yu couldn't help but breathe in and murmured.

Look at the 8 small casseroles in front of you.

Well, the momentum has been completely outshone!

Of course the momentum is just a joke. In the finals, there can be no useless ingredients and kitchen utensils. Xia Yu looked closely and saw Li Han placing five iron pots on the simple stove one by one, as if they were arrayed in front of him.

Che Lan!

Li Han turned around and shouted.

Come here and help! Lan Chuhan whispered softly, pointing to the white bags stacked next to the kitchen counter.

What is this?

Xia Yu's eyes widened and he noticed these bags now, It's definitely not flour. How much does six or seven bags of flour weigh? I don't know how many servings of food can be made!

But apart from using a large amount of flour, Xia Yu couldn't think of any ingredients that required so many preparations.

Li Han answered him with practical actions.

Wow——

After tearing open the mouth of the bag and pouring it over, a large basin was filled with white particles that poured out in an instant.

Li Han continued to move the bags, while Lan Chuhan calmly poured a sticky, translucent liquid into the basin. Even the professionals could see this, and the sound of gasping could be heard throughout the stadium:

Salt……?

So much salt, mixed with egg whites?

The guests looked as if they had seen a mess.

But Xia Yu's heart skipped a beat, his hair stood up, and a bolt of lightning seemed to hit his head, and his chaotic thoughts became clear.

“It’s definitely that kind of food…that recipe!”

The sense of déjà vu is too strong.

Thinking of Lan Chuhan's surname and the inheritance represented by this surname, Xia Yu was extremely sure.

really.

Next, Li Han and Lan Chuhan's processes gradually overlapped with the memory images in Xia Yu's head.

Mix salt and egg white and knead into lumps.

The smooth native duck does not need to be marinated or coated with extra seasonings. The two of them just used salt balls to completely seal the native duck inside, like building a wall, bit by bit.

So, there were five round things on the No. 2 cooking table.

A scent of taro spreads throughout the room.

The large Chinese iron pot is filled with taro filaments, and the native duck tightly wrapped in salt and formed into a round ball is placed on the filaments. This scene falls into the camera, and there is a strong sense of image.

On the mountain platform of Totsuki's Hunting of Red Leaves, Tadokoro covered her mouth and said: ...Why is it like building a nest and placing a white giant egg?

A group of students nodded in agreement.

yes!

The duck was actually wrapped in salt and turned into a giant egg!

Alice's eyes widened.

Morita Maki, who was at the top of the row in the first grade, had no smile on her face. Her delicate hands were tangled on the table, and traces of sweat were clearly visible on the table. She was extremely nervous inside.

The momentum is so strong! The dishes in this combination are anything but ordinary...

Yukihira Soma's face was solemn.

“I always feel like it’s hard to win this competition championship!”

nonsense!

The Italian boy Takmi at the next table glanced at it, then stared at the TV. Without any consciousness, he waved his fist and said in a tone full of fanboys: But I firmly believe that Professor Xia is the ultimate winner!

Ha, Takemi, have you completely surrendered to Professor Xia?

This is respect for the strong!

What about me? Xing Ping Soma laughed.

Get out! Wait for my next challenge, soon! Takmi snorted.

Opposite the first-year students.

The nine seats of the Top Ten Elites of the Far Moon are still paying attention to the TV screen.

boom--

Suddenly, the screen was filled with spreading flames.

The pupils of Yise Hui, Si Yingshi and others shrank sharply, staring at the five Chinese iron pots looming in the sea of ​​fire.

Lan Chuhan had already retreated outside the fire circle, and the vague figure in the sea of ​​fire was naturally Mr. Li who also mastered [Explosion Flame] and other flame cooking skills.

The aroma of wine overflows.

Jars of Luzhou Laojiao jars of various heights were unsealed and used as fuel for the fire. They were poured on five Chinese iron pots, and the wine produced a raging fire.

The little yellow guy at the eighth seat looked at Jiuga Ji, clenched his fist, and said unhappily: This guy has started it again!

Yes!

Kobayashi Gentian slightly reveals its sharp little tiger teeth.

They had seen the first stage of the competition and were impressed by Li Han's flame cooking skills.

Teruki Kuga, Ritsou Kobayashi and others looked at the flames sweeping through the arena, but their moods were subtly complicated. They seemed to be angry that their territory had been violated. Such flame cooking skills should belong exclusively to Totsuki's 'Magician of Flame'. yes.

Unknowingly, Xia Yu's [Explosive Flame] has left a personal mark on the minds of these students.

Humph, it's really hot!

The perspective returned to the arena, and Tang Yuqiong looked away from the No. 2 cooking table that was on fire.

Elder Tang, let's start too! she said.

Tang Shan withdrew his carving knife with deep eyes and nodded. Seeing this, Tang Yuqiong stretched out her hand and tapped lightly on the big iceberg in front of her.

Wow!

Big avalanche!

Just like Xia Yu's carvings in the past, fine ice particles were flying in all directions. When the movement stopped, the big iceberg turned out to be more rough and simple. However, the difference from before was that the single-peaked mountain was divided into five peaks. Like five raised fingers, the middle finger is the longest and steepest, and the thumb is the thickest but also the steadiest.

When the camera panned over, the iceberg shone with crystal light. It seemed that the inside was not completely frozen, and there was a strange flow.

The audience did not expect that Tangshan was a master of ice sculpture, and even Xia Yu was surprised.

What a coincidence!

Looking at the five-finger peak on the No. 3 cooking table, Xia Yu inexplicably thought of such a word.

Charm!

To be able to touch this word and to have the ice sculptures and cuisines shock the viewers’ hearts is enough to illustrate the foundation of Tangshan’s craftsmanship.

But obviously, carving is only the first step in Tangshan and Tang Yuqiong’s culinary creations.

Xia Yu calmed his heartbeat and looked back at the row of casseroles in front of him. If he looked at them any longer, he was afraid that he would start to doubt his life.

Half an hour later.

alright!

He quickly turned off the flame valves on eight stoves.

Zhu Qing followed him and suddenly pulled open the wet cloth covering the dough.

He looked at the balls of fully fermented dough on the counter with joy. The dough was several times larger than before. Zhu Qing's fingers casually poked the green dough, leaving almost deep finger holes, Very good!

The finger hole has not retracted! It is completely swollen!

Without any explanation, Zhu Qing once again showed off his personal kitchen utensils, that is, the pair of silver chopsticks. Zhu Qing used the chopsticks as fast as picking beans. He pinched them several times per second and separated a small piece of dough every time. The efficiency was amazing.

After a while, the four-color dough turned into a pile of small dough pieces of even size.

You roll the dough, I'll wrap it!

Zhu Qing pointed at Xia Yu and then at his black pastry stick.

The fillings are ready and the dough is ready. The next step is to make the fillings.

Zhenhun Bao has a simple appearance, but it sounds like a retro style. It retains the most original appearance of the bun, but is actually more like a steamed bun with fillings.

Xia Yu and Zhu Qing had sweat on their foreheads, and it was obvious that they were not having an easy time.

After a while, there was a cry from the stadium:

The flame has become smaller!

It's almost done!

At the No. 2 cooking station, the overflowing fragrance of Laojiao wine gradually dissipated, and the flames also showed signs of decaying and extinguishing as the alcohol was exhausted.

Da da da……

Footsteps.

Li Han, disgraced, walked out from the room of five burning Chinese iron pots and said to Lan Chuhan: Chef Lan, it's almost done!

The two of them looked at the timer at the same time.

Elder Tang!

With her hands trembling slightly, Tang Yuqiong put down a shiny shovel-shaped tool. She seemed to have filled in a certain gap in the Wuzhi Peak iceberg. At first glance, the iceberg looked like a delicate fish tank with shadows inside...

Kitchen counter No. 1.

The steamer set up on the cooking pot was filled with smoke.

The heat has arrived!

Xia Yu ceased fire.

But there is still one more tool missing! He murmured softly.

Did you say that...

Zhu Qing raised his hand and pointed. In the corner of the arena, many craftsmen invited by the event officials were evacuating from a bamboo boat.

After being stunned for a moment, Xia Yu bowed down to thank the craftsmen who were looking at him from a distance.

Well, let's serve- He chuckled.

Zhu Qing said with a smile: It's time to show off!