Rebirth as a Cooking God

　　 "Better tofu?"

　　 Ryoko Rina leaned her chin on her chin and turned her head to look at the original man of Shenyuan, her eyes burning.

　　 "Minister, recently at our IGO 11th District Food Research Institute, we just developed a new type of tofu using large-scale tuna soybeans cultivated on a large scale... seems to be called frost tofu?"

　　Kamihara Masato smiled.

"Correct!"

　　 "The frost tofu is special, high in oil content, tender and delicious. Our management department has received huge orders. The vast majority of orders come from the Pan-Chinese civilization area. And our production organization is working overtime day and night to try to meet the needs of guests."

　　 Wen Yan.

　　 Xia Yu froze.

　　 Frost tofu? A little familiar.

　　At the same time, he was also curious, IGO Food Research Association, that is an independent organization of IGO headquarters R & D Bureau. This department is also the most mysterious and the largest among IGOs. They have established many cultivation and cultivation ecological zones around the world. The 11th District Food Research Institute of Neon is a branch of the headquarters.

　　 "Maybe you can use that kind of tofu to try to make the perfect Mapo tofu." Ryoko Rina turned to stare at Xia Yu closely. "Tomorrow I will bring some frost tofu to study with you."

　　To tell the truth, Xia Yu was also curious about the new style of tofu produced by the 11th District Food Research Institute.

　　 "You can just send the tofu, just study together."

　　 Xia Yu casually said, did not notice that Miyoko Hojo was frantically gesturing at him, and he was very anxious.

"you……"

　　 Ryoko Rina's eyes flickered with anger, but for the sake of perfect cooking, she tried to be calm and said, "You may not know who I am yet. Then let me introduce myself..."

"stop!"

　　 "I have no interest in you!"

In front of her impolite behavior, Xia Yu had a very bad sense of her, flicked her hands, and turned her head away, "Mr. Shenyuan, there are two other dishes left, I will make them for you to enjoy. In addition, please restrain your Don’t let her break into the private kitchen anymore."

　　 "Hi, hi!"

　　The noble person of Nobunagahara, nodded in disbelief, squinted him into the kitchen, then his face sank, and dragged the monk-clothed man who was wandering around the kitchen.

　　 "Sit me well!"

Slap on the monk's shiny head, and press the monk on a chair to sit down. The **** of the original person smiled and scolded at him: "You don't need to find that special chef. You just went to the kitchen just now. Anyone else?"

　　 The monk was shocked, and after thinking about it, it was an incredible look.

　　 "Minister, you mean, that teenager... is a super chef?"

　　 Uncontrolled rolling of the throat knot. The monk was horrified, and he was scared by his own thoughts.

　　 High school students are super chefs. I am afraid that they are no less talented than Liu Pengxing, the chef **** who rose a hundred years ago. In that era, Liu Pengxing, who became a super chef at the age of 13, can be said to be the only one in the world, and no one can break this record until today. The contemporary genius chef Lan Feihong, 19 years old, passed the special examination at the same time as Liu Pengxing.

　　 also had a deputy head chef of the Guangzhou Yangquan Restaurant a hundred years ago, and the second master, who was only 20 years old when he became a super chef, but unfortunately, the gastronomy industry, and the first master’s shocking ice sculpture skill, lost.

　　 thought of Yangquan Restaurant, the monk's eyes appeared awe.

　　 A hundred years ago, Yangquan Restaurant was the gathering place of the culinary world. There are too many masters in the culinary world and once practiced there.

　　Although the Yangquan restaurant was rebuilt on the ruins after the Second World War, the incense of the past is no longer in the past, but its status in the Chinese cuisine world is as important as that of Yuanyue in the neon locality.

　　 And when it comes to the influence in the global cooking world, the inheritance of the ancient Yangquan restaurant is obviously at the end of the stable moon.

　　 "No, he is not a super chef!"

　　 Ryoko Rina interjected: "I watched his cooking process in the kitchen in front of me. The basic skills are very solid. It is among the top students in Yuanyue and Shilin Temple, but there is a lack of advanced skills..."

　　 said, Ryoko Rina hesitated before frowning: "He seems to have been in contact with cooking for a while, but he gave me a very sophisticated feeling. It's so strange."

　　 The monk-clothed man is silent.

　　Shenyuan Zhengren is thoughtful.

　　He is a patron of Xia's shop, but he first ate Xia Yu's food, or a few days before the old man returned to China.

　　 The bowl of beef ramen filled with imitation breath surprised the original man of Kamihara, but it was only surprising. Because of simple imitation, no matter how perfect the details are, the most important thing-the soul!

　　However, this time the magic Mapo tofu was used, and the original man of God was wrapped tightly by the soul of the cuisine. Now the demon named appetite, he continues to hunger protest against him in his heart.

　　What made him a teenager cook grow so fast?

　　Kamihara is full of curiosity.

　　……

　　 Fried Qingjiang dishes and hibiscus crab meat eggs are actually much simpler than the magic Mapo tofu.

In less than half an hour, Xia Yu presented two dishes with lids on the table.

"Please enjoy--"

　　 Xia Yu didn't lift the cover this time, but retreated with a smile.

　　Kenhara Masato opened one of the covers without hesitation, wow, with the dazzling light, the breath of freshness suddenly filled out.

　　 This umami is not seafood, but He Xian.

　　 At this moment, Masaru Shinhara seemed to see a busy crab-hunting scene. Fatty hairy crabs were picked up by fishing nets, brought home by fishermen, and thrown into the pot for cooking, becoming red and transparent. Afterwards, the fishermen's family was enjoying delicious food, with happy smiles on their faces. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "I will open this lid!"

　　 shouted broke the cooking fantasies of Shinhara Masato.

　　 The monk-clothed man bent his claws like a hook and grabbed the lid on another plate.

Snapped!

　　 This hand was shot off halfway. Ryoko Lina gave the monk a bad look, "I opened this lid!"

　　 "No!" The monk stared back at the female investigator.

　　 "Then eat halberd!"

　　 "Eating halberd will eat halberd, who is afraid of who!" The monk clapped the table in anger.

　　 Friendship's small boat is just overturned. The two men stood up at the same time, with great force.

　　 "Cough cough." When they just stood up, Shinhara Masato grabbed the gap, reached over, and suddenly opened the second lid.

　　In an instant, the shop was silent and returned to the quiet atmosphere that it should have at midnight.

　　 Hibiscus crab meat eggs are fresh.

　　 Well, fried Qingjiang dishes are undoubtedly refreshing vegetables.

　　 shouting.

　　 As if there was a spring wind blowing across the storefront, the two people facing each other softened, and closed their eyes gently.

　　When they opened their eyes again, they witnessed a human tragedy.

　　 Masaru Shinhara has already picked up chopsticks and bowls, and eats them with green vegetables, crab eggs, and eats very carefully. The dishes on the plate are reduced at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

"what……"

　　 "Minister, how can you do this! Foul!"

　　 The monk screamed with a thick voice, and sat back in the chair with an ass, and picked up the chopsticks impatiently.

　　 Ryoko Rina also sat down wisely, not to mention eating halberds, just eat.

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