Rebirth as a Cooking God

Inexplicable!

Xia Yu turned around and returned to the kitchen, seemingly preparing dishes with her back to the bar. In fact, Xia Yu tried hard to hold back the laughter in her heart and almost laughed out loud.

Legal decree?

Maybe it's a different time and space, or maybe he hasn't personally seen the scenery of the Chinese world in this plane. In short, Xia Yu is really not interested in this dragon head decree.

As he said before, aircraft carrier cannons are much more useful than decrees.

etc!

However, Xia Yu's eyes were slightly solemn. If he contacted the mysterious and mysterious qi in this world, and the already existing and gradually expanding group of food tyrant chefs, the so-called gourmet cell owners...

The leader who sits high in the Forbidden City of China definitely has the strength to dominate a region. Is this strength due to his cooking skills, or does it come from other unknown sources?

Xia Yu was very curious.

Whatever!

But it was just a thought. Xia Yu shrugged, threw away the unnecessary thoughts, and only focused on the fourth dish of tonight's banquet.

After all, he was about to return to China, and not only could the last dinner not be messed up, but it also had to be a success and a shock.

The other end.

At the door of the shop, Wei Qinglian was quite surprised to see Xia Yu turning his back and heading straight back to the kitchen.

This young man doesn't care about her, let alone the dragon's decree.

The dragon's head decree was relatively empty, just a password. As a living person, Wei Qinglian could really feel Xia Yu's cold and indifferent attitude towards her at this time.

As someone who held a high position in the Chinese world and was used to being chased and called senior by similar young talents, Wei Qinglian was stunned for a long time before her eyes showed anger.

What an unruly wild boy!

She couldn't help but scold.

Okay, okay! Zhu Qing waved his hands and chased the people away, Go back and tell that person that we can go back to the head office on our own without his decree, right?

You hurry up and leave!

After saying that, Zhu Qing walked back to the bar and sat down, showing the back of Wei Qinglian's head.

Being kicked out one after another, Wei Qinglian was at the door, thinking about the leader's mission, and secretly annoyed by the attitudes of Zhu Qing and Xia Yu. Now, she could neither leave nor stay, and the situation was quite embarrassing.

The three Chinese chefs talked to each other in Chinese, and only a few people in the store understood the situation.

This table in Ji Xing Lao.

Who is this woman? Yoshino Yuki said angrily, She seems to be looking for trouble!

When Tadokoro heard that she deliberately raised her voice, she was so frightened that she quickly covered her partner's mouth and turned pale: Yuji-chan, you can't say that. This lady may understand. Let's not fan the flames anymore!

By the way, what happened to the bandage on her hand? Ryoko Sakaki wondered.

Zenji Marui, the most knowledgeable person, pushed up his black-framed glasses, with a detective reasoning light shining in his eyes, Her hands are obviously well-trained and very generous. They don't look like women's hands. It's a pity that without this layer... Bandages, you can analyze many things by making cocoons on your palms...

So it seems that she has been practicing her sword skills for many years?

A group of people think.

Regarding Wei Qinglian, the ten heroes also started a discussion.

Is there such a famous female chef in China?

No information found! Eishan Eda also put down her phone. Her life history cannot be found on the Internet at all.

The name Wei Qinglian is correct, right? Could it be that she appears in public activities under other identities and names? Ning Ning of Ji Zhiguo, who can listen and speak Chinese, said with a frown.

at the same time.

The female protagonist, Dojima Gin and Saiba Joichiro also started talking.

Joichiro, you have been wandering around all these years. Do you have this Chinese female chef in your memory? Dojima Gin asked.

Saiba Joichiro held his chin and thought for a long time. When he met his son's equally concerned eyes, he shook his head, There is no memory!

Carl Sage and Nakiri Senzaemon, who were both at the bar, looked at each other.

like……

Nakiri Senzaemon is not sure either. He has a good memory. A few years ago, at a large-scale state banquet in the Chinese world, he heard the giant at the same table mention this name. He seemed to be the chef of the state banquet, that is, the imperial chef. What?

Karl nodded, Probably.

The two were silent.

The feast continues.

Xia Yu prepared the fourth dish, and everyone in the store was enjoying the hot grilled seafood rice.

Each tinfoil bag was untied and the mouth of the bag was opened.

At the Jixinglio table, the friends were blown away by the hot aroma of spices. Yoshino Yuki had traces of saliva on the corner of her mouth. She was impatient, took a bowl and spoon, stood up and scooped back a bowl full of seafood. meal.

Just as she was about to eat, the gaze from behind made her freeze.

stare--

Yoshino Yuki twisted her body, muttering to herself, that strange woman hasn't left yet?

The thought just flashed, I held the spoon and opened my mouth to swallow a spoon full of hot rice grains, Look at--

Another feeling of being stared at.

There was resentment or something else in her eyes, which made Yoshino Yuki feel uncomfortable.

Snapped!

The sound of chopsticks hitting the table.

Zhu Qing couldn't stand being affected by strange sights while dining.

You haven't left yet? He turned around from the stool and waved his hand in disgust at the woman who was standing still at the door of the store. Zhu Qing shouted, Come on, hurry up, don't stand like this and watch others eat!

Put yourself in her shoes, there is a strange woman at the dinner table with an expressionless face, no one can eat her, right?

stare--

The clear and emotionless gaze answered Zhu Qing.

...

Zhu Qing's forehead was full of veins, and he was almost furious, I'm staring at you! What are you looking at?!

The unusual dining situation in the store also caught Xia Yu's eye.

There was no big feast.

The tinfoil bags were all opened, and some guests had scooped out the grilled paella in their bowls, but no one moved their chopsticks or spoons to eat a single grain of rice.

This woman...

Xia Yu couldn't finish the fourth dish, and the corners of his mouth twitched, What a rotten humanoid! A banquet destroyer!

Boom boom.

At this time, in Xia Yu's surprised eyes, Carl Sage and Senzaemon looked at each other. Senzaemon raised his hand and knocked on the glass in front of the bar, and Xia Yu could only open a window.

Let her come in. Nakiri Senzaemon said in an unquestionable tone, After all, she is an imperial chef and should be given adequate courtesy.

Royal chef?

Xia Yu was quite surprised.

In this day and age, is there still such an identity as an imperial chef? He was puzzled.

He lives in Ouchi and is the chef of the state banquet. What is he other than the royal chef? Senzaemon looked at him strangely.

Sage Karl also nodded to him: To treat her politely is to respect her cooking skills. No matter why she comes, from the perspective of cooking skills, she deserves a seat from you.

Xia Yu shrugged, and the two bosses spoke respectfully, without any resistance in his heart.

This is borrowing a donkey to go downhill.

It just so happened that this woman stood in front of the store like a rotten egg, seriously ruining the atmosphere of the banquet. It was the limit to keep her out. If she used force to drive people away, the style of the painting might suddenly change and the real-life version of Street Fighter in Tokyo would be staged. .

Again.

Using violence means completely breaking up, and adding a mortal enemy.

Even if he hasn't returned home yet, there is one more deadly enemy. Even if Xia Yu is fearless, he can't help but mutter, Damn it, does labor and management really have a sarcastic face that makes everyone the enemy?

Zhu Qing's anger was almost gone by now, so he approached the bar window and whispered: Ayu, do you remember the old guy's advice?

Cherish yourself! Be careful!

All right.

Xia Yu, who considered himself sensible, decided to follow the good path.

You, come in-

So, Wei Qinglian, who was at the door of the store, saw the young man in the bar window and raised his fingers at her.