Days as a Reincarnator in Yokohama

"Could it be that these are fantasy ingredients?! This is too much."

Yisehui held back the splendor in his eyes and exclaimed in a low voice.

He is one of the top ten masters of the highest culinary academy in Japan - Yuanyue Tea House Academy, but even if his talent and cooking skills are in the top ten in this national culinary academy, the number of times he has come into contact with this grade of ingredients is also There are only a handful of them.

What impressed him the most was that a piece of shoulder meat the size of a palm was placed in bulletproof glass, and it was airlifted to Yuanyue by air that day.

But what does he see now?

This level of ingredients is actually calculated in pots!

Yuanyue's commander-in-chief probably has never seen this kind of scenery before!

"What is fantasy food?" Tian Suohui, a quiet girl, raised her hand and asked weakly.

Compared with Shijie's Yisehui, none of them have been in contact with fantasy ingredients, and they don't know the preciousness of fantasy ingredients. Seeing that the always calm and squinting black belly is so groggy, they expressed their incomprehension.

Yishihui shook his head: "All you need to know is that fantasy food is not a delicacy that belongs to the world."

He turned his gaze to Pingchuan Yaji, wanting to see a trace of emotion from his handsome face, but he found that the other party remained calm, as if the ingredients in front of him were things that could be seen everywhere on the roadside.

Realizing this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, but his heart was turned upside down.

"It smells so good-﹃-" Passing people wiped their saliva.

The aroma slips out along the cracks in the door and window, and the delicious taste makes people salivate constantly.

In the kitchen, cooking has already started in full swing.

Hirakawa Yaji is the chef and the main person in charge this time, and other students have to cooperate with him to complete this task.

But that doesn't mean he does all the cooking.

Considering the inconvenience of the wounded and the fact that he consumes too much energy due to the realization of the ingredients, he is mainly responsible for the soup this time, and the students of Yuanyue are responsible for the other dishes.

In the kitchen, the sound of the spatula hitting the bottom of the pot, the sound of cutting vegetables "tuk-tuk-tuk", and the sound of oil blossoms bursting made the place full of fireworks.

Hirakawa Yaji had no distractions, his seemingly delicate and frail body, but he broke his bones neatly, and his smooth muscle lines could be seen from the rolled up cuffs, and the dozens of catties of ingredients were lifted effortlessly, He easily chopped off the shell of the half-person-sized lobster fish and crab claws, and took out the crab meat.

The entire kitchen is his home field, completely under his control, and the smoothness even makes people suspect that he is not cooking, but conducting a golden Vienna symphony.

Under his hands, the whole body of gold-like prawns is cut from the head and the back. In the special large kitchen utensils, several kilograms of prawn heads are boiled in the fat to produce delicious shrimp oil. The golden shell is dyed bright orange-red. , like the setting sun and sunset.

The plump "deep-sea stars" star abalone, fresh mussels and clams, lobster fish with delicious essence of crab claw meat and fried large fish steaks are all mouth-watering in a special stew pot with a height of half a person. The smell of the smell came in waves like waves, constantly blasting on the olfactory nerves.

The whole kitchen seems to be immersed in the deliciousness of the ocean.

After a busy hour, Hirakawa Yaji finally stopped to take a breath, and the staff were moving the huge food buckets to the isolation area.

Three soups-seafood soup, pork bone mushroom soup, and tofu in milk soup that he made casually.

The soup for 300 people was divided into six buckets, which were full. The staff who carried the buckets kept swallowing. If they hadn’t closed their mouths forcefully, the aroma that wrapped them in them would probably make them drool. Three thousand feet.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was placed alone in a ward, because of his status as a supernatural being, even if his San value was 61, his sanity was still there, and there was a team of people who supervised him outside, and there were even more people Keep an eye out behind the surveillance cameras.

But even with such tight control, the team in charge was still terrified, with sweaty hair sticking to his cheeks on his face under the helmet.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke lay expressionless on the hospital bed, his wrists and ankles were wearing shackles specially designed to suppress supernatural powers, and they were carefully wrapped with gauze pads to prevent abrasions.

He turned over, his back to the camera, the chains on the shackles made a sound of metal clashing due to his movements.

The normally inconspicuous voice made the veins on his forehead twitch.

He had a splitting headache, and a voice in his mind kept screaming—rush out of this cage, destroy, attack, and destroy all useless things!

Akutagawa Ryunosuke clenched his fists, all the muscles in his body were tense, and the surviving rationality kept reminding him not to be impulsive, but the tearing feeling of rationality made him struggle in severe pain, like He was sinking in the deep dark sea, sinking all the time, but his hands and feet were tied, his mouth was gagged, he couldn't ask for help, and no one rescued him.

"Dididi", a bright red 60 appeared on the detector in the room.

While his consciousness was struggling and sinking, the figure of Dazai Osamu appeared in his mind. A young cadre in black stood in the shadow with his back facing him and said:

"A defeated dog that can't even control its own reason has no right to live."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke struggled and murmured weakly: "Dazai-san, I can control... I can control..."

The black, red-eyed beast struggled outward from his black coat, and the shackles that bound him were riddled with cracks.

The shackles that suppress supernatural powers are just tasteless, and they have very weak effects on high-level supernatural power users.

In the command center, Ango Sakaguchi was so nervous that his back was drenched with sweat. He supported the table with both hands, leaned forward and stared at the screen with many people present. People with supernatural powers will take action immediately.

It would be a fierce battle, a fierce battle that no one wanted to see.

The scarlet 60 is constantly flashing, reminding that reason is already standing on the edge of the cliff, and there is no retreat behind.

Sakaguchi Ango's voice was dry: "How long will Hirakawa-kun be there?"

He dare not urge, everyone has a cooling time to restore san value every day, fantasy ingredients are also precious, once the cooking is not perfect because of his urging, the point of restoring san value cannot offset the debuff or catch up with the falling speed, in isolation The wounded in the area will riot in the next half a day to a day.

A day later the situation was even more out of control.

When the atmosphere was so tense that it was on the verge of firing, a warning sound of special attention suddenly sounded.

Ango Sakaguchi's fingers trembled slightly, praying in his heart: it must be a report of the completion of cooking!

"drop--"

"Sir, Mr. Hirakawa is done!" The staff pushing the dining car reported loudly while holding back the overflowing saliva.

"Very good!" Ango Sakaguchi couldn't help but hammered the tabletop: "Have someone send it in immediately."