Days as a Reincarnator in Yokohama

In the cold polar region, members of the scientific expedition team rubbed their hands longing for a trace of heat, but nothing changed except for the exhaled white air and increasingly cold limbs.

Stepping on the snow and ice thick enough to bury his calf, he got into a tent and couldn't wait to get close to the stove. His fingers warmed up a little bit. He complained, "It's so cold outside that you can freeze to death."

The team leader added some carbon to the stove, took out the notebook and squatted beside him and said softly: "Don't complain, we will be able to change jobs and go back in a month, just keep going. Let me talk about that thing first." How about it"

Thinking of that thing, the team members couldn't help showing a touch of fear on their expressions, shuddered, their lips turned blue, and said: "It's still the same, sleeping and not moving."

The squad leader breathed a sigh of relief, scratched a few lines in the notebook, stood up and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.

Then he looked around at the exhausted team members and said, "Everyone has worked hard, and I have good news for you. The special chef Hua Guoju came downstairs today is going to be our team's turn."

Every month in the polar region, special chefs from various countries come to work regularly, and they are responsible for monitoring the weird scientific expedition teams and soldiers in dangerous areas to restore the lost San value.

In this long wind and snow, it is not easy for everyone.

The team leader raised his hand and looked at the time: "I'll be there in about 15 minutes."

The team members stood up excitedly, and their voices were excited: "Really!"

"Of course it's true." The captain said with a smile.

At this time, the communicator on his wrist made a "didi" sound. He opened his eyes and looked excitedly: "Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here. Let's go and meet him."

As he spoke, he lifted the curtain, and his figure entered the snowy sky...

The blizzard covered the human tracks, and seemed to have frozen the disputes in the world and the unspeakable and unspeakable horrors.

Under the thick ice cover, countless terrifying figures are sleeping, all over the sea area.

On the ice sheet, the small scientific research station is like a sail in the sea, as small as an ant, enlarged to the entire ice sheet, like insignificant black spots, if there is the slightest wave, it will be overturned mercilessly.

……

The land of healing.

Hirakawa Yaji wiped the sweat from his temples, and his wrists felt sore and swollen because of the long-term shaking of the spoon.

"How many guests have you entertained?" he asked Nakiri Erina at the side.

Nakiri Erina flipped through the list and couldn't help clicking her tongue: "56 people."

You must know that this is a customer who is on the verge of passing the pass line. Every dish needs to be painstakingly and cautiously. Although the cooking is wonderful, if you are not pious, even if it is a slight difference, it will be a thousand miles away.

Ordinary super chefs want to save customers who are near the pass line and have various debuffs. With full concentration, they can serve up to five diners with the most perfect dishes a day.

But Pingchuan Yaji directly doubled it tenfold, and it seems that there is still room for it today.

No wonder the first-class gourmet executive of wgo came to find their king in person.

If they have such a super chef who is worth more than a dozen people by one person, and who can kill dozens of people in one shot, they will come to fight for it even if they are kicked out.

At this moment, the figure of Atsushi Nakajima passed by the kitchen door.

"Dun Dun—" Hirakawa Yaji saw him sharply, and immediately stopped him.

Atsushi Nakajima stepped back, squinted at the kitchen door and blinked, and asked energetically, "Is there anything Yaji-chan can do for you?"

Pingchuan Yaji called him in: "Not for the time being, the guests are all eating now, let's take a rest for a while. You are hungry too, come and have something to eat, busy from morning to..."

He glanced at the time, it was already 02:30 in the afternoon, he sighed.

"From morning to 02:30 in the afternoon, thank you for your hard work."

Atsushi Nakajima rubbed his stomach, which made a growling sound. He scratched his head naively and said, "I'll just eat whatever I want."

Pingchuan Yaji called the other four people in the kitchen to sit in front of the cooking table with a small horse, and when he raised his hand, a large pile of dishes appeared.

"These are my old stocks. The effect is definitely not as good as what I'm making today, but the taste is not bad. Let's make do with it."

Looking at the dazzling array of dishes in front of them, the five Nakajima Atsushi were deeply shocked.

It's also called "coming soon"

They almost don't know the word anymore.

Xing Ping Chuangzhen served himself a bowl of rice quickly.

The grains are distinct, the softness is moderate, soft and sweet, he pulled a chopsticks to fry the mutton on the rice, the rich light brown soup on the mutton viscously penetrated into the rice grains, and was sucked in by the rice grains, the white rice grains were stained brown .

The scallions from the sky above the sea of ​​clouds, Gaobi Building, but the scallions are white, sweet, crisp and juicy, cut into small hobs and then stir-fried with moderately thick mutton. The aroma and the umami taste of the mutton. The rice served with it is just between the sweet and crisp onions and the chewy mutton, which neutralizes the saltiness and makes each bite more layered.

The mutton is neither thin nor thick, and the fat is moderate. The thin part is chewy, and the fat part is soft and melts in the mouth. It is sweet with onion, garlic and ginger, and it goes well with rice.

Xing Pingchuang really felt that he could kill a bucket of rice with just this one dish!

After recovering from the delicacy, he was just about to give a speech when he found that the pairs of chopsticks in front of him seemed to be gone, as if they hadn’t eaten, and they were almost gone. He was in a daze, seeing the wind and the clouds in front of him, and the cups and plates were messed up.

How can I even care about praise, cooking!

When the last piece of soft and tender steamed lobster fish disappeared in his mouth, Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but burped for a long time, and put down the clean rice cooker bucket in his arms.

Xingping Chuangzhen and Kurokiba Ryo gave him a thumbs up willingly: "Brother Dun has a really good appetite!"

After a meal, Atsushi Nakajima became the elder brother.

Half a child eats me up, Xingping Chuangzhen and Kurokiba Ryo are at the age of growing their bodies. During this period of time in the country of healing, they really opened up their appetites and ate wildly. I thought my appetite was already big enough, but with the Compared with Atsushi Shima, they can only be regarded as a fraction.

The Nakiri sisters couldn't help but also nodded. It was really the first time they had seen such an idiot, and they had seen it for a long time.

Masaki Hirakawa handed Atsushi Nakajima a bowl of stomach-nourishing soup as usual.

The fresh medicinal fragrance dilutes all kinds of tastes in the mouth, and it falls into the belly to warm.

Atsushi Nakajima patted his stomach contentedly, feeling ashamed that he ate so much, but the sincere praise of the two younger brothers made him inexplicably proud.

Just as they were slipping, Tsushima Satoshi and Dazai Osamu emerged from the door. "You guys don't call me if you have something delicious!" Osamu Dazai angrily rubbed the tiger's head.

Pingchuan Yaji moved out a small table: "Don't worry, I left it for you."

He turned over the tumbling stew pot on the stove, and the pork belly and chicken stewed for a day were full of aroma, and the soup was bright yellow and rich, mixed with a touch of medicinal fragrance.

Koichiro Koichiro also sneaked in from the outside when he smelled it, and when he saw it, he couldn't move his legs, and tears flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"A Si, did you hire a gourmet executive to come to life to test whether the person has left, and if he hasn't left, ask him to come up and eat something."

Koichiro Koichiro didn't wait for Tsushima Si to answer, and immediately said: "Goro hasn't left yet, I'll call him!"

By the way, he can also grab a little bit to eat, his abacus was crackling.

Hirakawa Yaji watched his chubby body disappear outside the door, and couldn't help laughing in his heart. He didn't say that he didn't have his share. After a busy day, it's normal for everyone to eat something good to nourish their bodies.

Atsushi Nakajima took the bowl to the side of the pot and made himself a bowl full of pork belly and chicken.

Xing Ping Chuangzhen rubbed his stomach, and exchanged glances with Kurokiba Ryo: After 15 minutes of digestion, they can still eat a little more.

The Nakiri sisters looked distressed. They also wanted to eat, but they really couldn't eat what to do.

Goro Inokashira passed the video shot at noon to the editing team. After noon, he still seemed to be able to smell the faint scent of flowers on his fingertips, which was really pleasant.

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, "Goro, come with me!" A fat figure came in, and before he could react, he pulled him out immediately.

"What's going on, Senior Kotaka?" Inokashira Goro looked bewildered, attacking the Kingdom of Healing strangely

Koichiro patted his forehead and said with a smile: "Didn't I tell you before that I want to take you to taste the craftsmanship of the super chef who makes delicious Oden?"

Inokashira Goro's heart tightened, his lips couldn't help trembling with excitement: "So..."

He didn't dare to say it, fearing it was just a dream.

"Hey, I said that becoming a gourmet executive is the most correct decision for you, no, this is your chance!" Koichiro smiled, swallowing saliva at the same time.

Although he said so now, in fact, there are very few people in wgo who can taste Pingchuan Yaji's own cooking. He used to paint big cakes, but he didn't expect to be really lucky this time.

Inokashira Goro couldn't help but look at Koichiro Koichiro with admiration, his heart full of deep admiration.

As soon as he went up to the second floor, a dreamy and intoxicating fragrance lingered on both sides of his nose, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

At this moment, the scent aroused his appetite, and he seemed to hear three long-heard "booms", and the terrifying appetite conquered his reason. To trot up.

In the kitchen, Osamu Dazai, who was eating, felt a black shadow flashing in front of his eyes.

"Excuse me, Inokashira Goro!" As soon as he finished speaking, he stared eagerly at the soup-colored dishes in front of Masaki Hirakawa.

"Uh, hello, I'm Pingchuan Yaji." Pingchuan Yaji couldn't help but formally reply.

Inokashira Goro seemed to be distracted, his eyes didn't wander to him at all, he stared blankly at the dishes in the pot.

Koichiro Koichiro caught up and pulled him, only then did he regain his senses.

"Sorry, sorry!" he bowed.

Hirakawa Yaji smiled slightly, and said, "It's okay, I'll trouble you today, if you don't mind, I'll eat some more."

The uncle with a very serious expression was unexpectedly cute and silly, he nodded naively, and solemnly sat beside Osamu Dazai with his briefcase in his hand.

Osamu Dazai: ...

Inokashira Goro nodded slightly: "Hello."

Osamu Dazai: "Uh, hello."

After finishing speaking, he saw Inokashira Goro who had turned his head back and was sitting in a strange posture waiting to eat, his eyes rolled around, he leaned slightly towards Tsushima Si, and asked in a low voice, "Where did you find a treasure to make sure you can give it to me?" Official account drainage”

Tsushima held the bowl away from his chopsticks, swallowed the strips of pork belly in his mouth, and said, "You will understand when you watch him eat later."

Osamu Dazai bit a piece of fresh and tender chicken thigh, which was his favorite part besides the chicken wings. The meat was plentiful and tender, and the part near the chicken bone had a lingering gelatinous feeling.

Koichiro Koichiro quickly walked over cautiously with two bowls of pointed pork belly chicken, apologized to Osamu Dazai and sat around the table.

Inokashira Goro broke apart the chopsticks with a sense of ritual, picked up the porcelain-white spoon, and took a sip of the delicious smell. His serious face became vivid, and he clasped his hands together and said earnestly, "I'm starting!"

Porcelain white spoons are dipped into the soup, and the soup that has been simmered for a whole day has extracted the essence of the whole chicken. The chicken fat has been integrated into the soup, the orange butter is bright, and the bright red goji berries are plump and moist, floating in the soup The surface of the juice is scooped up with a small spoon together with the soup.

Inokashira Goro bowed his head reverently and drank the soup in the spoon.

"Gulu." The unknown person next to him looked at his expression and couldn't help swallowing.

Inokashira Goro's eyes lit up, and the chopsticks stretched towards the pork belly. The entrance of the double-layered pork belly was crisp, and the joint in the middle had a slippery chewy texture. It's all the freshness and medicinal fragrance of chicken soup, and the combination of medicinal food and food is perfect.

After a day of stewing, the chicken should look greasy, but I don't know if it's because of the breed of the chicken or because of the proper handling. The chicken still maintains a very tender texture.

Inokashira Goro ate mouthful after mouthful, his face full of happiness, this kind of chicken actually has ten chicken wings!

Osamu Dazai looked at him while eating, and sighed to Tsushima Si: "You won, this man is really skilled. I didn't expect that one day I would watch a man eat."

He showed a strange expression, a little disgusted, but he couldn't help but glance over there from the corner of his eye.

Si Tsushima covered the soup bowl with both hands, the warm heat made him feel hot from the outside to the inside, the heat stolen by the black lines on his left hand seemed no longer unbearable, and the slightest chill was expelled from the cracks in the bones.

Inokashira Goro raised his hand: "Excuse me, do you have any rice?"

Hirakawa Yaji was happy to see his eating appearance, and the soul of the chef in his body was about to move. Hearing this, he nodded: "Yes, do you want any more bald butter?"

Bald Butter Bibimbap!Osamu Dazai raised his hand: "I want it!"

Inokashira Goro: "Yes."

Everyone in the kitchen raised their hands.

"Your stomachs will burst if you eat any more." Hirakawa Masaki stretched out his knuckles, and tapped Xing Ping Chuangzhen and the others who were joining in the fun.