Rebirth as a Cooking God

Liu Ying's Yuanxiao was the most elegant among the seven identical dishes on the table.

What is the temperament of a dish?

Just like people, there is poetry and calligraphy in their belly, and the temperament of the dishes also radiates from the inside out. To put it simply, humans are almost all visual animals. In this world where appearance is important, if the chef can express his taste in the dishes, As for the food and appearance, a lot of hard work will attract bees and butterflies in no time.

However, at the moment, the seven Lantern Festival snacks on the table, in terms of appearance, are numbered 1, which is Liu Lan's work. The whole dish is red, green, and green, and the color alone is enough to blow away the contestants.

But everyone still stared at Liu Ying.

Including Liu Lan himself, all eyes were narrowed and fixed on the small porcelain basin numbered 7. The exquisite lanterns neatly arranged in the sky above the venue cast a mesmerizing light downwards, so the clear soup in the basin shimmered. In the flash of light, Liu Lan saw the faint golden dust that had just disappeared from his field of vision again!

It wasn’t just Liu Lan, there was commotion in the venue, and the sound of commotion spread:

Did you see it? Did you see it?

Why are the fat and white Yuanxiao in that basin surrounded by gold? What is in the soup?

Ye Feizhou, Old Madam Liu, and a group of Liu family elders had already left the table and stood around the judging table, pointing at the basin numbered 7 one by one.

Old Mrs. Liu held a cane in one hand and a beard in the other, observing the Lantern Festival snack up close from a distance of less than ten centimeters.

No filling?

he asked suddenly.

Liu Ying saw a bunch of people standing across the table, nervously shaking her hands, lowering her head and whispering: Yes, yes!

Please give me a spoon-

Ye Feizhou said warmly to her, Liu Ying bit her lip, lowered her head and handed out a metal spoon from her side. The camera turned to Ye Feizhou. The disciple of the Heavenly King was holding the spoon and stirring it in the ceramic basin!

Wow!

Wow!

The calm noodle soup was broken by ripples. The plump and white Yuanxiao balls that were originally under the clear soup water were suddenly covered by a veil of rippling golden light.

The four seats fell silent.

When people looked at the basin again, the white yuanxiao grains suddenly turned into gold ingots under the water.

Ye Feizhou took a breath, shook his hand, and stopped stirring with the spoon.

A large, colorless and invisible net was enveloping him...

The air became heavy, as if too many pastries and delicacies were releasing their own flavors at the same time. Multiple flavors mixed together, and the air flow made a heavy buzzing and whining sound. Ye Feizhou heard it, his expression changed drastically, and he said this in his heart What kind of web of taste was it? He just took a weak sip and his head exploded.

So much information coming in!

Well……

Ye Feizhou couldn't help but grab the bowl and spoon. He looked like a hungry ghost. He swallowed a Yuanxiao and chewed it in big mouthfuls.

Boom!

It was like a big hammer hitting deep in the stomach.

It's obviously just a Lantern Festival.

However, my tongue seemed to have tasted all the ramen, pasta, udon and other delicious noodles in the world in one breath, and I just lay down in the standard Geyu posture, paralyzed in my mouth, stunned!

This taste is the stuff of fantasy! Ye Feizhou was shocked.

What follows is a strange scene.

As they gathered around the table to get food, a group of judges who were qualified to give scores put down their bowls and spoons, unwilling to take another bite.

Seeing this, boos resounded throughout the stadium. The female host Qi Qingyan handed the microphone to Ye Feizhou, who was the first to wake up, and asked curiously: Stop eating after just one spoonful. This means that you are very sensitive to the work of contestant No. 7 Liu Ying. Is it bad?”

No!

Ye Feizhou looked at the camera. His facial close-up was reflected in the broadcast screen, looking serious. On the contrary, my evaluation of the work of contestant No. 7 is——

excellent!

ah.

The boos turned to exclamations.

Qi Qingyan was slightly surprised and said: Why?

yes……

The words were interrupted by a commotion.

At the entrance of the venue, a group of industry authorities in suits and ties poured in. The leader was the 'candidate pastry king' dressed as a chef, with an all-white upper body and a pair of black trousers. Wei Zhong held the kitchen hat in his hand, straightened his body, and walked straight onto the stage!

Huh? Tang Yuqiong, who was watching the selection with millions of viewers in the live broadcast room, frowned, Is this Wei Zhong? Why does he look like a cook?

Wei Zhong!

Zhu Qing reacted subconsciously and turned to look at the young man beside her.

Well, the young man who was sitting leisurely with his legs crossed in the air instantly lifted his legs, placed his feet straight, and tilted his entire upper body slightly forward in the seat. The young man only had eyes for the candidate Pastry King, and was completely unaware of the glances from the side.

There was a sudden excitement on his face.

And, the dazzling and dangerous light in his eyes.

Zhu Qing couldn't help complaining in a low voice: This kid treats others as prey!

coming!

Jingchu, Baiyun Pavilion, Huang He sat in front of the TV.

Imperial capital.

Zhu Ji also put down the ancient recipe book in his hand, raised his head and cast a slightly gloomy look at the screen on the wall of the study.

In the same big city, in an ancient courtyard house, Xia Qing and Yan Qi, two old friends, were sitting cross-legged on a futon in a tea room. Yan Qi looked at the neatly dressed Wei Zhong who suddenly entered the camera frame and smiled: It's coming with a lot of force!

However, Xia Qing's expression was rather strange.

This Wei Zhong, does he know that he is a step too late?

Hearing this, Yan Qi laughed loudly, If that old guy Lan Fengxian hadn't informed us, we probably wouldn't have imagined that this young man who has always been on the defensive and passive would actually visit Senior Shu at his door and ask him to host a ceremony. Fresh halberd.

Brother Xia, do you still remember Lan Fengxian's tone on the phone that day? He was completely frightened, hahahaha!

Xia Qing couldn't help laughing when he thought of the phone call he received that day.

Who was Lan Fengxian? Among a bunch of old monsters, he was also known as the Thousand-faced Fox. But it was such an old fox who was frightened by his grandson. Xia Qing remembered the trembling tone on the phone especially.

Come to think of it, that kid really scared the old man.

Yan Qi stopped laughing and moved his gaze to a sword hanging on the wall of the tea room.

This sword, no matter how sharp it is, still has to be unsheathed so that others can take a closer look.

Then... Xia Qing said lowly and slowly, Show the sword!

Feitian Pavilion.

Wei Zhong suddenly appeared on the stage and brought a group of people with him. He was so aggressive and unkind that the audience saw signs that something was wrong.

What's going on here?

The female host Qi Qingyan came on stage rashly to Wei Zhong and interrupted the selection process. It was very bad for the senses. Such rude behavior should not happen to a candidate noodle king who is well-known in the food industry. She frowned and reminded: Chef Wei, now is the scoring and ranking stage of Liu's selection. Since you are not qualified to score, please take a seat at the guest seat!

Wei Zhong just glanced at the female host and ignored her.

Old Madam Liu, may I say a few words? Wei Zhong seemed to be asking, but without waiting for Old Madam Liu to answer, he pointed at the Yuanxiao snacks on the table.