Rebirth as a Cooking God

Qilinzi?

Xia Yu raised his eyebrows.

The letter was delivered to my door in the name of Zhu Ji, the leader. The content could be summarized in one sentence - congratulations on his election as the 12th generation Qilinzi of the Chinese world.

He couldn't help but sigh.

Time has arrived at the beginning of May before we know it, and the weather has changed from the coolness and slight warmth of spring to the scorching heat of midsummer.

It seems that the last time I boarded the Linship and learned about the ‘Kilinzi’, it was during the New Year’s Eve party in January, right?

In the blink of an eye, nearly half a year has passed.

It was originally out of reach, and he didn't dare to think too much or hope too much. The name of Qilinzi, which has only been elected by 11 outstanding people so far, has fallen on top of his head, adding an even more dazzling halo to him.

Xia Yu felt sorry for this, but he was in a relaxed mood. He defeated the Yellow Crane, jumped over the Dragon Gate, and transformed into a dragon. He had long left the younger generation far behind. If he were not given the title of Kilin Son, the entire Chinese mainland would probably be in uproar and turmoil.

Xia Yu felt no pressure to accept the Prince Crown with Long Chu.

What did the old guy say? Zhu Qing saw a refreshing smile appear on Xia Yu's face after reading the letter.

After folding the letter and stuffing it back into the envelope, Xia Yu lowered his eyes and said, Let me put things aside as soon as possible and set off for the Imperial Capital to go up to the White Jade Tower.

What exactly?

Discuss with Longtou about Qilinzi...

Xia Yu took the letter and walked away, leaving Zhu Qing with his eyes widened in surprise.

Maki and Erina gathered around. Among them, Morita Maki had long been able to speak fluent Chinese, while Erina was lagging behind in her studies. Although her speech had a strange accent, her hearing was basically intact.

They had heard of the name Qilinzi as early as in Japan. After all, the Chinese food world and the neon food world are separated by a narrow strip of water.

Aunt Qing, Ayu is going to enter the 'Kilin Pavilion'? Zhenxi was delighted.

Nakiri Erina looked complicated.

The gap between her and him, not only did not narrow due to her efforts to catch up, but instead widened...

It seems that the 'Queen of the Far Moon' can only sit on the throne on the surface of the earth, looking up at the giant dragon soaring in the sky, and the dragon has already entered the realm of freedom...

That night, the news that Xia Yu was elected as the 12th generation Qilinzi spread down the stairs.

at the same time.

The sound of the wind also spread from the majestic Forbidden City under the deliberate release of the White Jade Tower's upper management.

got windy.

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Plop... At night, a stone was thrown into the small pool in the yard of Kikuxia. On the bank of the stone chair, Erina Nakiri curled up and squatted here. Her face was complicated, and she was full of confusion about the future.

When she lost the confidence to pursue the goal in her heart, and her strong mask was shattered by the excessive gap, the 'Queen of the Far Moon', underneath the arrogant mask, was just a delicate and delicate high school girl.

Oh! The girl who had been struggling for a long time suddenly bit her wrist. When red marks appeared, the pain also woke up the confused girl.

Erina patted her delicate cheeks and said to herself: ...You traveled all the way to the Chinese world, didn't you want to improve your cooking skills? Even if I lose the possibility of chasing him, I can't stop my progress in cooking. Come on... the leader of the Yuanyue Ten Elites? No, my goal has long been beyond that... Soon, very soon, I will have a fight with the Five Shows...

A burst of laughter suddenly broke the silence by the pool: Yes, this is the Erina I know.

The person who came was unexpectedly Alice Nakiri. She must have been secretly observing for a while.

Erina immediately went deadpan.

With a fox-like sly smile on her pretty face, Alice sat down on the stone chair behind Erina and whispered in a low voice: Erina, why don't we join forces!

?

Lecturer, you are very wary of me, but not of you. Alice mentioned the young lecturer's deliberate alienation, with a tone of resentment and annoyance.

The corners of Nakiri Erina's mouth twitched slightly.

If it were me, I would stay far away from you. She said mercilessly, and glanced at her cousin's charming face and passionate red eyes. For some reason, she felt envious in her heart.

If she could express it so frankly...

The thought stopped here, and a red glow floated on the girl's cheeks.

This time, Alice did not intend to quarrel with Erina. She came over and muttered a few words mysteriously, like a treacherous dog-headed strategist. After hearing this, Erina's face turned as red as a monkey's butt, You, you... How indiscreet! Who wants to form an alliance with you for a night attack?

It was obvious that Alice had been brooding over the failure of her last night attack. Now that she wanted to recruit a reliable ally to increase her success rate, she even let go of her prejudice against her cousin.

She was extremely embarrassed by Erina's harsh words and said, If you continue to hesitate like this, you will never have a chance!

No chance is better than no sense!

...

night.

On the surface, Xia Yu's life trajectory remained unchanged as before, but in fact he had reduced a lot of practice in the God of Cooking space, choosing to relax his nerves after the battle and let himself take a few more breaths.

So he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Breathing is like a trickling stream, which becomes more and more twists and turns as it flows. It is long and goes towards unknown and dark areas. It is not known where it will slow down and converge into rivers and lakes.

Consciousness is also floating in nothingness.

It's as if the body is placed in the middle of the lake and is submerged bit by bit by the water.

You came.

The sweet voice is gentle, and you feel warmth in your heart when you listen to it.

Xia Yu opened the door and was startled. The sun was blazing in the sky, and his eyes felt stinging if he faced the sunlight slightly. He couldn't help but raise his hands to shield himself from the sun and stepped out.

In the yard, a graceful woman with her back to him was placing a dustpan on a wooden shelf.

Dustpan is a very common drying tool. It is usually made of woven bamboo and is flat and round. When you glance over, you will see about seven or eight dustpans of the same shape, but shells, abalone, sea cucumbers, and shrimps are dried in random places. ,mushroom……

These ingredients? Xia Yu's pupils narrowed.

In his field of vision, the bright sunshine spread down to the ground, and the ingredients in the dustpan seemed to have a mysterious golden halo.

Yes, there is no doubt that the ingredients are bathed in the sun. Faintly, Xia Yu seems to be able to hear the sighs and joyful sounds of ah, so comfortable, this is so wonderful and wonderful, as if... …

Representing life, the blazing sunshine gives life to these ingredients!

The woman with a plump, dignified and gentle back straightened her waist and wiped a layer of fine sweat from her forehead with the smooth back of her palm. Her side face was filled with a soft smile, ...the ingredients, after being fully bathed in the sun, the inner They accumulate the ultimate freshness. Only by absorbing enough of this sun essence can they be called the top-notch dry goods.

How about it……

The woman with the mature charm of time turned her back to Xia Yu without turning around, and said softly: What kind of thing do you think the 'sun' is in cooking?

Xia Yu was startled.