Days as a Reincarnator in Yokohama

[The countdown to the system upgrade is 01:39:00. During the upgrade period, only the system backpack and cultivation space will be open. 】

Hirakawa Yaji stared at the words on the panel, frowning in confusion:

"System Upgrade?"

He has awakened the system for more than two years, and this is the first time he has encountered a system upgrade.

"What did I do today?" He was confused: "Why didn't there even be a notice, and suddenly it was upgraded."

It makes no sense at all!

Reluctantly flipping through the system panel for a while, he still couldn't find the reason for the upgrade. He could only roughly estimate the opportunity through the upgrade time to appear within the time period when he was kidnapped just now.

At this time, the countdown had unknowingly gone down for 10 minutes.

He raised his head and noticed that Zhong Yuanzhong outside the kitchen had also finished eating the fried potato pork chops he had left for him, and he was raising his head frequently at this moment, sitting on the front of the chair, leaning forward slightly, as if he was ready to get up at any time.

It's so unqualified that it makes customers worry!

Hirakawa Yaji pursed his lips, forcibly suppressing the restlessness caused by the system upgrade, walked to the sink, and washed his hands seriously.

The flowing and clear water covers the surface of the watch, bringing a touch of coolness while removing dust.

In the process of washing his hands, his eyes gradually became focused.

He always remembers that in the process of cooking, the chef brings beauty to the diners, and he must devote himself wholeheartedly. No matter how many distracting thoughts are in his mind, he must withdraw all his attention at the moment of cooking.

Let the ingredients shine and satisfy the taste buds of diners, this is the value and meaning of his existence.

After wiping his hands and standing in front of the cooking table, his eyes were already clear.

"Praise all the ingredients in this world!"

He clasped his hands together, slightly closed his eyes, and prayed devoutly.

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Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed that Hirakawa Yaji was in a daze in the kitchen for a while, with a hint of distress and worry on his face, and he didn't move for several minutes.

"Could it be affected by the decrease in San value?" He whispered to himself.

He is a little worried.

After finishing the food in a hurry, the delicious food bloomed in his mouth, but he didn't pay attention.

The body with broad shoulders and narrow waist leaned forward, his left hand was pressed on the table, and under the tight suit pants, the muscles in his calf were stretched, and he was ready to stand up and ask at any time.

While hesitating, he saw that Hirakawa Yaji, who had been motionless after entering the kitchen, finally moved, although it was just to wash his hands.

While Zhongyuan Zhong also breathed a sigh of relief, he was also a little inexplicably disappointed.

The next moment, he glanced at the clean plate, and at Pingchuan Yaji standing in front of the cooking table, who seemed to be about to start.

Picking up the plate, he murmured, "I'm done eating, I'll deliver the plate, isn't that reasonable?"

While speaking, he stood up quickly, and stood at the door of the kitchen in a few steps, only a few steps away from the Pingchuan Collection.

He saw Hirakawa Yaji praying devoutly with his eyes closed, his crow-feather-like eyelashes drooping down, covering his shining eyes, and at the same time giving off a particularly obedient aura.

Like what?

Zhong Yuanzhong also rested his chin in thought.

It's a bit like the Son of God praying in a temple, a pianist in a concert, or a solo dancer on a stage...

After some imagination, he tapped his palm lightly: he understood, it was the kind of belief in what he did in the professional field!

Just like the son of God praying to the gods, the pianist plays the movement on the black and white keyboard, and it is also like the dancer stretching her soft body under the spotlight, integrating herself into the beautiful and moving dance...

In the kitchen, the table knife and the chopping board resonate rhythmically and make a rhythmic "tuk-tuk-tuk" sound, the flame of natural gas dances in blue and gold, and the pot makes a "gurgling" bubbling sound...

A solo performance belonging to the kitchen and chef has begun.

Chuya Zhongyuan's footsteps stopped at the door of the kitchen, and he didn't take half a step past Lei Chi.

The noon sun shines through the bright glass windows and is scattered into various bands of light, falling on the busy figure of Pingchuan Art Collection.

Zhongyuan Zhong also leaned against the door frame, waiting patiently for the delicious cooking to be completed.

When he was watching Hirakawa Gathering, the light also fell on his shoulders, reflecting a softness in his cobalt blue eyes.

The lily of the valley by the window nods its head, its soft buds gently touching the shadow of the wooden hydrangea outside the window.

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Hirakawa Yaji took a sip of honey sweet orange citron tea, the ice-cold drink dilutes the flavor of the meat in his mouth, the small but plump pulp particles were crushed between the tongue and teeth, and the juice juice leaked out of the outer membrane as thin as a cicada's wings.

He licked his lips, the tip of his pink tongue moistened his lips, and he tasted the sweetness of honey.

In the air, the rich aroma of meat became more and more obvious with the heat of the flame, which made people salivate and salivate.

When he turned down and tightened the valve, the flame returned to silence, which also symbolized the completion of the last dish.

He looked at the fire, smelled the aroma, and clapped his hands with a smile on his face: "Perfect."

Zhong Yuan also knocked on the door frame of the kitchen with a smile, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "It's ready? Can we eat?"

"Of course!"

It was the first time Nakahara Chuya walked into this spacious kitchen, and the pot that had just been extinguished was still steaming continuously, raising the temperature around them a little.

Standing beside Pingchuan Yaji, feeling the strong confidence in him, he has a feeling of stepping into the private territory of Pingchuan Yaji.

Hirakawa Yaji was lowering his head to cut the grilled [Roasted Whole Pig] pork chops into suitable sizes. By the way, he secretly tasted a piece. The strong vanilla aroma in the Roasted Whole Pig has completely soaked in the meat fibers. , the sweetness also comes with just the right amount of saltiness. Different from fried pork chops, the taste of roasted whole pork pork chops is more intense, and every bite is burnt and rich in sauce.

"Delicious!" Hirakawa Yaji narrowed his eyes slightly in enjoyment.

Although the roasted whole pig is only an inconspicuous level 1, its deliciousness is far beyond its own level. It is similar to the taste of Buddha jumping over the wall, but sweet potatoes are peanuts, and corn pancakes are roasted mackerel. Although simple, but Perfect match!

Zhong Yuanzhong also moved closer, sniffed at the tip of his nose, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Pingchuan Yaji casually showed him a piece: "How about a taste?"

Zhong Yuan Zhong also felt the scalding temperature on the tip of his tongue, and the rich aroma of vanilla and meat burst out in his mouth, causing beads of sweat to emerge from his temples.

Swallowing the freshly steaming grilled pork chops with a "sigh, sizzling", the surprise in Zhongya's eyes became more and more intense.

The footsteps approached Hirakawa Yaji unconsciously, and the eyes fell on him again and again.

The delicacy of a whole roasted pig is unique, but he has tasted it before!

And the delicious memory of the roasted whole pig has been buried in the depths of his mind a long time ago together with the cat he picked up.

It was a memory that accounted for a huge proportion of his past life, and it was also one of the few good memories he had in the self-defense organization called "Sheep" before he entered the port Mafia.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at Hirakawa Masaki unconsciously, trying to see some shadows from him.

Hirakawa Yaji sat down on the sofa, raised his eyes and looked at Nakahara Nakaya, who was standing beside the table in a trance, with a little doubt: "It's all set up, why don't you sit down?"

Gilt golden eyes looked up at him slightly.

Zhong Yuan was also stunned, subconsciously rubbed his fingertips, but that day appeared in his mind——

He left the sheep's residence and took one last look at the cat "Jinjiang".

On the chaotic Radium Bowl Street, a cat with snow-white hair that doesn't fit in with the surroundings is obediently lying on the head of his bed, its gold-plated cat's eyes lazily raised to bid him farewell, and his pupils reflected his figure when he left.

In these years, he has regretted countless times. If he went out with Jinjiang that day, would it be helplessly strangled to death in the hands of Shirase and Yuxing, and the body was thrown into the sea, never to be found again? .

Thinking of this, heavy regret overflowed in his eyes, like the undercurrent of the seabed, silent but obscure.