On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

When a person wakes up after falling into a coma, the sense of smell should be awakened first.

Qinghuai has been walking in the world for 20 years, [-]% of the time is accompanied by smell.Since he was four years old, he started to learn how to cook after being taken away from the orphanage by his master. The first thing his master taught him was to smell.

Under the spur of handstand, leapfrog and teaching stick, he quickly mastered this skill. He can distinguish which condiments and side dishes are used in a dish in an instant, and even estimate the order in which they are put into the pot. And the change of firepower - the master is very proud to call him "a genius who is once in a thousand years", and is determined to train him to be a Chinese chef.

Fortunately, he is quite accomplished in this area. He has won numerous awards since he was an independent cook, which is not a disappointment to the old man. Otherwise, taking his high school education as an example, in China, where there are so many talents, he can only apply for a job as an anti-drug police dog to benefit the society.After all, this is similar to his "once-in-a-thousand-year" olfactory function.

But judging from the current situation, this extraordinarily sensitive sense of smell that he is proud of seems to have brought Qing Huai a lot of trouble.

He was woken up...

In the words of Qinghuai, this smell is like the smell of 100-year-old sour socks mixed with [-] kinds of seasoning stewed and rotten food, and then sprinkled with a large bottle of concentrated mustard oil, straight to the sky. , almost to smoke him to death again when he just woke up.

Qinghuai thought half-dead that he seemed to have died in a car accident, and after his death, he seemed to be tricked into signing a prostitution contract by some inexplicable system. What do you want him to do?

The overwhelming stench made his already sluggish brain run more slowly. Three seconds later, Qinghuai jumped up like a carp, and fell off the bed with a creaking sound.

He held his head in his hands, curled up on the ground and groaned in pain—that weird contract of prostitution allowed him to save the world!

He lay on the smelly carpet thinking about life.To be honest, everyone has dreamed of being a hero when they were young. Even Qinghuai, when he was a teenager, imagined that he was wearing Iron Man, wearing a golden power armor, and ordered Jarvis to make himself a refreshing ice Americano. Armed with a beautiful and sexy fiancée, he bombarded the villain to save the world. After the happy ending, the ice cubes of the coffee hadn't melted yet, and he left gracefully, leaving behind only a mysterious and tall figure... Back then, Qing Huai admired little Robert Tang the most. Ni has stiff and handsome sideburns, and secretly paints his chin with master's Sanwu hair growth agent, in an attempt to grow a handsome stubble.

Later, Qing Huai stayed in the hospital for a week due to facial allergies, and the master was kicked out of the bedroom by his wife with a box of inferior hair growth agent, and slept in the living room for many days.Later, the master was no longer obsessed with hair growth, and went to the barber shop to pick off the top of his head into a hard-boiled egg, saying "so that no one can see that I am bald", and then he was frightened away as a gangster After receiving three batches of dining guests, he was kicked out of the bedroom by his wife for several days.

Qing Huai sighed, not knowing what happened to Master and Mistress, knowing whether the news of his car accident would be sad, Master should regret confiscating the PS4 before the game and not letting him pass the level of "Sekiro". Can't see the end.

But Master's beard is half white... Thinking of this, Qing Huai suddenly felt very sad. He had made Master and Mistress worry about him since he was a child, and finally entered the finals of the Chinese Chef Competition. , so far there is no chance to repay them...

Qing Huai slowly opened his eyes, the end is irreversible, what he can do now is not to remember the past, but to figure out his current situation.

He is in a narrow space of less than five square meters, gloomy and claustrophobic, with a clear height of only about 1.5 meters. Adults cannot stand upright at all, which is even more cramped for Qinghuai's height of 180.

Surrounding him, the room seemed to be a small attic, with a small window the size of a palm opening to the north, the stained glass isolated the light from the outside, gloomy and damp, groups of moss and mold grew on the wooden window sills.Behind Qinghuai was a plank bed less than one meter wide. The bed was only covered with a thin layer of sheets. The quilt and pillow were covered with black stains, the four corners were yellowed, and there was a suffocating smell of sweat.

He had just fallen off the bed, and now he was lying on an old carpet. The carpet was so dirty that it couldn't see its original color, it smelled pungent, and it felt damp and sticky to the touch.There is a small door next to it, and there is still a plate of food in front of the door, a bowl of cabbage soup and a bowl of rice. It seems that it has been left there for a long time, and the rotten smell that I just smelled is coming from here.

Qing Huai got up from the blanket, and accidentally hit the ceiling again. He covered his head, and then remembered the system in his head, "What's going on? Didn't I want to save the world? How could I be airdropped to such a place? ?”

The system that had been silent for a long time finally spoke up: "Hey, the system is processing the information, please be careful and don't be impatient, the guardian of No. 25987~"

At this moment, the closed door was violently pushed open, hitting the wall with a loud noise.Qing Huai was taken aback, and looked out through the backlit doorway, only to see a figure in a navy blue sleeved kimono squatting halfway at the doorway, as if he was stunned by the smell in the room, covering his nose.

"Hurry up and follow me, Master Wutong asked you to clean it up! I don't know what kind of shit luck you have, to get Mr. Wutiao's favor..."

Qinghuai was stunned for a moment, thankful that he was sent to Tokyo by his master to live for a year in order to learn Japanese food, and his Japanese was not bad.Although he didn't know what the current situation was, he could clearly feel the other party's malice towards him, so he just nodded indifferently.

Qing Huai's appearance gave him an advantage, his natural cool and handsome appearance made him look imposing even in a smelly and dirty T-shirt, especially now with his paralyzed face.The guide flinched involuntarily, feeling that the person in front of him seemed to have changed somewhere, his heart turned into anger from embarrassment, he gave Qing Huai a hard look, turned his head and walked in front, and cursed without hesitation, "Trash. "

The insulting words made Qing Huai frown suddenly, and her sharp eyes pierced the man's back like a sword.The leader felt cold behind him, his dull nerves made him not look back, but complained about the weather in December.

"Tokyo's winter is bone-chilling, the wind is stronger than the tip of a needle, and it goes right into the bones of people..."

Coming down from the attic is a sundry warehouse, and there is a long corridor when you go out. There is a polished wooden floor under your feet, without any modern floor heating equipment. When you step on it with bare feet, it feels like dancing on ice, Qinghuai shrank. Toes, turned to observe the surrounding decorations.

This should be a typical Tang-style Japanese ancient house, with Zen-like landscape paintings hanging on the wall, and occasionally a bamboo blue cracked glaze vase, with well-cut fragrant wood dead branches and wintersweet, and incense , the fragrance is empty and clear but not strong, very tasteful, and it is like the sky and the ground with that small attic.

Finally at the end of the corridor, there was a jade-white bamboo curtain. In the middle of the bamboo curtain was a scene of a distant mountain rising to the moon. There was faint heat coming out from behind the curtain, and Qinghuai could smell the smell of sulfur.

The guide raised the bamboo curtain and said impatiently, "Go in quickly, the clothes are inside, come out after washing!"

Qinghuai really couldn't stand the smell on her body, so she walked in sideways.As expected of an ancient house, there is a hole in the sky behind the curtain, and the smell of sulfur and hot springs instantly filled the entire space. This is an indoor natural hot spring, which drains underground spring water into the room, flowing continuously and clearly in the middle of the pool.

The pool is surrounded by cobblestones, and the walls are inlaid with a whole mirror. The smoke is lingering, and the water vapor is billowing, making it difficult to see people clearly.

The water temperature was just right. Qinghuai had just submerged her body in the water, when suddenly there was a sharp pain in her temple, accompanied by the system ticking prompt sound, "The system data transmission is successful!"

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