Days as a Reincarnator in Yokohama

The most beautiful thing about seafood lies in its "freshness". First, the taste is fresh, and second, the ingredients must be fresh. It is best to be fresh before cooking. Once the freshness is not good, the quality of the umami meat will be greatly reduced.

The ingredients used in Hirakawa Yaji are directly realized from the regenerative research institute, grown in the best living environment, and their freshness is as fresh as the fresh seafood on the ocean-going fishing boats.

In his opinion, only the best ingredients can make the best dishes.

The six barrels of soup dishes were transported to the isolation area in batches and distributed by the caregivers inside.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke curled up on the bed, his consciousness has fallen into a chaotic and fuzzy state, like a taut bowstring, which will break at any time. On the instrument for monitoring the san value on the hospital bed, the red 60 is flashing up and down, as if it will happen in the next moment. It fell, but it was holding on.

The mad dog in port mafia has more perseverance and self-control than expected.

If it was an ordinary person, the san value of 60 would have already lost his composure, but he still had a little clarity in his eyes, able to control his body, not to attack others, not to hurt himself.

The people present were worried, the safety on the wooden warehouse had been opened, and their index fingers were resting on the trigger.

At the end of the isolation area, there was the sound of heavy rolling wheels and heavy footsteps coming straight in their direction.

The leader of the team was just about to stop the irrelevant personnel when a call suddenly came from his ear. He tilted his head and held down the headset. After a few seconds, a look of joy flashed in his eyes.

"Don't stop it, it's the support of the super chef."

Sure enough, the next moment, the heavy dining car turned a corner and stopped quickly.

Lift the cover, serve the bowl, and serve the soup.

A straw is inserted into the soup.

The rushing deliciousness hit everyone's taste buds fiercely, as if they were in the deep sea.

The door of the isolation room was knocked carefully, and a small gap opened.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke raised his head abruptly, staring hard at the door, his eyes full of vigilance and killing intent, Rashomon next to him was eager to try, his sharp claws pointed at the gap, as if it could cut a person's throat at any time.

But now there is no one at the door.

The killing intent in his eyes gradually faded, and at this moment, the fragrance that had already filled the entire corridor wafted in through the crack of the door.

"Huh? What is it?" He poked his head, the tip of his nose moved slightly, and his eyes slowly lowered to the soup bowl at the door.

The seafood soup just out of the pot is still boiling hot, and the heat is floating upwards.

The struggle in Akutagawa Ryunosuke's mind was immediately suppressed. The human body's own desire to survive made the delicious value of this bowl of soup countless times, just like getting a bowl of water in the desert, a mouthful of oxygen in suffocation, and a bottle in the hot summer. Iced carbonated drink.

Like a flash of light, his sanity returned briefly.

He sat up, and the movement made the shackles clank and clank.

During this process, his eyes never left the bowl of soup at the door.

The team leader who had just walked away from the door walked back carefully, and the instructions from the superior to allow the action came from the headset. He put down the wooden warehouse, and steadily picked up the soup bowl with his callused hand, holding it against Akutagawa Ryunosuke. The oppressive eyes came to him.

The team leader did not pass it to him immediately, but adjusted the straw to him, and stared at Ryunosuke Akutagawa with eyes behind the helmet.

Akutagawa licked his lips, lowered his body and assumed a posture ready to attack at any time, a warning sound rolled from his throat, and the hostility in his eyes was still very strong.

The two confronted each other, the team leader's body stiffened, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Fortunately, after three seconds, Akutagawa's eyes wandered over to confirm that there were no offensive weapons on him.

Only then reluctantly lowered his head, following the opponent's movements, he took a full mouthful of the delicious soup.

The hot soup entered his throat, making his upper jaw ache, but he was reluctant to spit it out.

In the wonderful taste, as soon as the mysterious kitchen heart appeared on the stage, he brought his soul into the vast ocean. He seemed to be in the clear sea water, with his clothes floating in the current, surrounded by dazzling golden shrimps, star-like The star abalone, the green kelp passing over the back of the hand... He wanders in the delicious food and travels wantonly in the mysterious ocean.

The rich umami taste in the mouth is full of the freshness of shrimp, the sweetness of shellfish, the freshness of fish and the strong flavor of crab meat.

Among the rich and delicious seafood, there is also the sweet and sour taste of [Sky Tomato (Level 4)], and the freshness and stimulation like electric shock of [Thundering Onion (Level 18)].

The addition of vegetables did not destroy the umami taste of the seafood itself, on the contrary, it made the umami taste smooth and lingering like a finishing touch.

The irritating electric shock went straight to his forehead, like a mighty thunderbolt that suddenly exploded in the world of ghosts and monsters, smashing the distracting thoughts and disturbances in his mind, and at the same time, other smells turned into rain, moistening the dry land.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's pupils constricted, a blush appeared on his face due to the heat fumigation, and his tense muscles relaxed little by little.

On the display screen monitoring the san value in the room, the flashing red stopped suddenly.

The team leader tentatively stuffed the bowl into his hands, but Ryunosuke Akutagawa didn't make any changes, just took the chopsticks and buried himself in the delicious food, ignoring him at all.

The team leader took a deep breath, only to realize that he had been holding his breath, and his back was soaked and stuck to his back.

He backed away quietly.

"Which chef made this?" Akutagawa Ryunosuke suddenly said.

"Tell him, it's Mr. Hirakawa from the Armed Detective Agency." The voice of Ango Sakaguchi sounded in the headset.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was slightly taken aback after hearing this, and couldn't help raising his head to look at the value of the san value. Before he knew it, the value had stopped declining and had become 70.

And the situation is still going up.

According to the latest research report of wgo, even if fantasy ingredients are used, the san value can only be increased by 10 points at most for the time being.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke took a bite of the meaty star abalone, and at the same time as the plump soup splashed out of his mouth, he thought: This information may be outdated, and he must inform the leader in time.

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The words are divided into two ends, in the temporary kitchen.

Yuanyue's students also finished their cooking one after another, but their attention was not on their hands, but frequently looked at Hirakawa Yaji who was sitting at the table sipping soup.

"The cooking this time should be very effective. After all, so many ingredients are used, it is impossible to have a bad effect."

He looked at the regeneration points that kept jumping up on the system panel, and there was still a lot of system space with less inventory, and said with a little emotion.

"Arnuo, may I have a taste?" Xing Ping Chuangzhen scratched his head and asked. At this time, he had already tied the sweatband on his forehead back to his wrist, and he was much more restrained.

He didn't know who Hirakawa Yaji was, but he heard the staff call him "Hirakawa-kun".

However, as chefs, they don't need to know each other's reputation, but to see each other's cooking skills. This kind of thing cannot be faked. Clearly.

It is also because of this that the students present all admire the responsible super chef.

Therefore, although they saw that there was some soup reserved for them, they did not taste it hastily, but respectfully sought the formal consent of the person concerned.

Pingchuan Yaji happily pulled his attention back from the regeneration point, and nodded cheerfully: "Of course, that's the reward for your help today."