Rebirth as a Cooking God

A car slowly stopped in the central area.

Half of the crowd dispersed, but there were still many people lingering and whispering.

Click!

Xia Yu opened the door and got in the car. An old man in the back seat closed his eyes and asked, Where is Lei Zhe?

Expelled him.

Expulsion?

Senzaemon had a calm expression on his face. He had received the relevant notice before he came, otherwise he would not have arrived in such timely manner.

Opening his eyes, Commander Yuanyue stared at Xia Yu.

What did he say before he left?

Seeing the solemn look in Commander Yuanyue's eyes, Xia Yu said blankly: I didn't say anything, I just asked a few security personnel and a special hunter to take him away...

As he spoke, he paused.

correct!

Inexplicably uneasy.

Fresh halberd!

Lei Zhe's sneering face seemed to be engraved in his head. Xia Yu couldn't help but ask: Commander, is there really another set of rules for eating halberds above the Lin level that are different from those at the Special level and below?

Senzaemon nodded.

Yes!

He said in a low voice: One set is the regular halberd-eating rules that are followed unchanged. The specific regulations are decided by both parties. The other set is applicable to Lin level and dragon level, and is called the mandatory halberd-eating rules!

Mandatory eating halberd? !

Damn it!

Xia Yu's breathing almost stopped.

Do not worry!

Unless you advance to the Lin level, this compulsory halberd-eating rule will not be activated.

The old man said with relief: As long as you maintain your normal attitude today, don't be provoked by him and easily agree to the Dark Food Halberd. No matter how unscrupulous Lei Zhe is, he can't drag you into a cooking showdown.

But in addition to his cooking skills, Lei Zhe also has too many disgusting tricks, just like today. Xia Yu shrugged, It is true that the jade in the Jade Generation needs to be polished, but he was publicly humiliated by a chef. That self-esteem is really going to explode.

Hearing this, Senzaemon showed a smile.

It depends on their own psychological adjustment!

Um!

Xia Yu touched his chin seriously, I can't say, for students, this time will be a training.

After all, when they open a restaurant in the future and face all kinds of guests, especially when they entertain seniors whose cooking skills surpass theirs, their hearts must be strong enough!

Looking through the car window.

Kuga Teruki was on the steps, dumbfounded.

Yukihira Soma scratched his head and looked at the almost destroyed cart stall in front of him.

The contrast is too stark.

I can't help but praise the mentality of eating halberds and pig's feet. However, the top ten members, whether it is the chief Siyingshi or the eighth seat Teruki Kuaga, all have their self-esteem shattered and need to be adjusted.

Xia Yu sighed inwardly.

Compared with Soma Yukihira, who has suffered many defeats and battles, the weaknesses of these ten heroes, including Erina Nakiri, are too obvious.

However, he can understand it.

There was a wave of media blackmail, and the top ten people probably just ignored it. However, being given a negative review by Chef Lin, who was a monument in their minds, the tons of spiritual output, tsk tsk, in a sense, the glass heart burst.

Go home!

Senzaemon said to the old butler in the driver's seat.

He planned to discuss with Xia Yu how to deal with the offensive of the food club.

Perhaps this is the beginning of a food war.

…

The Nakiri family home.

This is a large-scale building complex, with several floors inside and outside, and I don’t know how many people enter and exit.

Where can you hide?

On the winding corridor, Dojima Gin walked swiftly.

He had a calm smile on his face, but he looked a little embarrassed.

The plaid shirt was full of holes, almost turning into strips of cloth, and there were traces of blood on the exposed skin. It looked like it had been scratched by a hidden weapon such as a dart. It was very shallow, not even a flesh wound.

Uh-huh!

The pond next to the cloister breaks open.

The water splashed, a water lily exploded, and the kunoichi hiding under the water stabbed Dojima Gin's heart with a dagger.

Very good! Dojima Gin smiled without being surprised. The thrust of the dagger was for speed. The move was sharp and hit the vital gate directly. It was not fancy at all, but as soon as the kunoichi got close to her body, her pretty face was filled with astonishment.

Kaka!

Dojima Gin used a more simple three-stroke move. He slashed down with his hand knife, and with a bang, the poison-quenched dagger was knocked away. Then he moved his steps, and pushed forward with his whole body, bending his elbows, and pushing firmly. On a soft mass.

boom!

The door panel of the tea room collapsed, and the female ninja's petite and strong body was like a dead fish. She rolled out and did not get up for a long time.

Um?

Suddenly, Dojima Gin had a strange look on his face.

Another female ninja approached from behind. It was also a simple grasp, but it was very fragrant. She had been hiding under the water before, and her tight clothes were wet, almost like a layer of veil. She was so close to her body, and her skin was so smooth in close contact. The warmth and softness made Gin Dojima, an old single man, freeze for a second.

His eyes opened suddenly.

Boom!

Earthquake, splinters of wood scattered.

After a while, Dojima Gin got up from the ground. When he looked back, he saw a pothole behind him. The female ninja was embedded in the hole in the corridor. She gave the old man a resentful look, turned her head and fainted.

Hey Hey……

After pausing and standing for a few seconds to admire the view of the female body, Gin Dojima simply took off the torn shirt on his body and walked forward along the corridor.

At the end of the corridor is a tall wooden building that looks like a palace.

The palace door has been opened a crack.

Opening the door, Dojima Gin laughed and said, It's time for you to surrender!

This is a collection palace, but many precious antiques have not been touched. Deep in the depths, the female leader is holding a pot-shaped object and looking at Dojima Gin warily.

ha!

Stepping forward, one step, two steps, and on the third step, the smile on Dojima Gin's face suddenly disappeared.

you……

Feeling deeply lethargic, Dojima Gin shook his head, but fell down with a plop.

Seeing this, Yingmu felt a hint of joy.

Finally anesthetized him!

Without any further hesitation, Ying grabbed the pot and fled from Nakiri's house.

Dojima Gin touched a blood mark on his back. It turned out that the kunoichi who captured him had prepared extraordinary anesthesia tools. No wonder he couldn't resist.

…

When Dojima Gin woke up from anesthesia, he found himself lying on the tatami of the tea room.

The young man and the old man who were sitting opposite each other at the tea table stopped talking and looked at him.

Chief, are you awake?

The young man smiled.

Hahaha!

Touching his head and sitting up, Dojima Gin looked at his shirtless self, smiling with embarrassment, Well, I knocked out two intruders, but their leader ran away.

Not only did he run away, he also took away the commander-in-chief's collection.

Yeah, I like that collection very much.

Nakiri Senzaemon echoed.

By the way, Commander, when did you create such a realistic fake? Xia Yu teased in his eyes. These intruders were most likely sent by Lei Zhe. It can only be said that Lei Zhe's mood changed when he saw the pot. Falling from the clouds to the bottom.

Are you surprised or surprised?

…

In Tokyo, a speeding car suddenly stopped on a suburban road.

Soon, another car sped up.

Where are the kitchen utensils!

Lei Zhe, who received the good news immediately after leaving Yuanyue, hurriedly got out of the car.

The kunoichi named Ei took off the cloth covering the pot.

The kitchen utensils had a strong metal texture. The feel made Lei Zhe's eyes widen, It's true!

Look carefully at the texture and inscription details on the four sides of the pot.

And rusty.

The appearance is completely consistent with the high-definition picture Lei Zhe took out for comparison!

But when Lei Zhe touched the bottom of the pot with his palm, the look on his face was sluggish.

There are words engraved on the bottom of the pot.

It was left behind by a line of craftsmen: made by Nakiri, fake.

Fake!

Ying softly translated the meaning of these Chinese characters, and suddenly the veins on Lei Zhe's forehead jumped.

boom!

Throwing it hard, the metal pot collided violently with the road surface, sparks flew out, and then the pot turned into pieces and scattered across the floor.

Lei Zhe's face changed from green to red.

In his mind, two faces, one old and one young, appeared, and the teasing smiles seemed to say:

Are you surprised or surprised?