Rebirth as a Cooking God

　　 The red-haired boy is naturally the protagonist of the halberd. Fortunately, Ping Chuang Chong Cheng is true.

It’s also wonderful to say that Xia Yu used the bursting fire to repair the Yachiko Fukunosaki, who knows that the original plot line is still running on the established track. If Xia Yu sees the scene of Fukunosaki’s visit to Xingping restaurant, he will be sure Sigh of relief.

　　At least, the recipes for egg dishes that he prepared for Morita Maki will not be wasted in the test room of Yuanyue students.

　　 "You are indeed a guest."

　　Xingping Chuangzhen doesn't care about Chinese restaurants in Ueno Station, Tokyo.

　　 "Satisfying you with cooking is always my job as a chef." Xingping Chuangzhen showed strong self-confidence. "If the cooking can't satisfy the guests, there is no need for Xingping restaurant to exist."

　　Fujinosaki's eyes showed a trace of ridicule.

　　She hasn't set a trap yet, who knows that Xingping Chuangzhen set foot on the fire.

　　 "Can I order anything?" Feng Zhiqi asked.

　　Xingping Chuangzhen pointed to the menu on the wall, "This is today's menu, you can order it casually."

　　Fujinosaki got up and walked over.

　　Compared with Xia's Chinese restaurant, Xingping restaurant really deserves the evaluation of the people in terms of the price of the food.

　　From left to right:

　　Steak course, 880 yen.

　　Barbecue course, 780 yen.

　　 Burger course, 720 yen

　　……

　　Fujinosaki glanced down, the cheapest dishes are fried chicken set meal, meat tofu set meal, mapo tofu set meal and salted mackerel set meal, all 650 yen.

The 　　 set meal is made with rice and side dishes. You can have a full meal when you order one. Unlike the Xia's shop, a common home-made dish starts at 3,000 yen, which is terrifying.

　　 "Mapo tofu? Does your restaurant also make Chinese food?" Feng Zhiqi stared at the menu.

　　Xingping Chuangzhen grinned, "Of course, we will do Japanese food, Western food, and some Chinese food."

　　 "Then I will order Mapo Tofu--"

　　Fujinosaki also smiled.

　　 "Then wait a moment." Xingping Chuangzhen turned and walked into the open kitchen.

　　Fujinosaki walked over and stood outside the kitchen counter, increasing his tone: "In addition, what I have to tell you is that the Chinese restaurant in Ueno Station, the chef is about your age."

　　 "But yeah, I just tasted his dishes yesterday, at least the standard of IGO three or four star restaurant... Are you sure you want to make a Mapo tofu to satisfy my appetite?" Feng Zhiqi narrowed his eyes.

　　Xingping Chuangzhen's footsteps.

　　A chef similar to his age?

　　 At first, Xingping Chuangzhen thought that he had heard it wrong, but Feng Zhiqi's next sentence made him suspend his heart.

　　IGO three or four star restaurant main level?

　　 hiss. Fortunately, Ping Chuang took a breath, turned around incredulously, and fixed his eyes on a charming face of Takanosaki, "Are you sure? You can make the main dish of a three- or four-star restaurant at the age of fifteen or sixteen? He is at least an IGO Samsung chef!"

　　Xing Ping Chuang is really not a fool without common sense. He lives in this world, goes to school with normal people, plays small cooking exercises in Xing Ping restaurants, and he is more concerned about and understands IGO food institutions than ordinary people.

　　 After all, IGO is an authoritative gourmet organization all over the world.

　　 All chefs are honored with IGO rating certificates.

　　 Fortunately, there is no IGO certificate, because he does not know what level of cooking he is.

　　His father, Koichiro Hirahiro, rarely talked about IGO organizations. Xingping Chuangzhen got the same answer every time he asked-beat me once and talk about it.

　　 Therefore, even if he lost the 489th time under his father, Xingping Chuangzhen is still full of fighting spirit.

　　 "Don't underestimate me, I'm also a foodie. I've been to countless high-end restaurants. I was even invited by the IGO organization to attend the opening ceremony of their special-grade restaurant directly under the IGO." Feng Zhiqi questioned Xing Ping Chong really and shrugged.

　　 "Changing a dish, on Mapo tofu, you can't satisfy me."

　　 "After I tasted a Chinese dish last night, the requirements for Chinese cuisine in my mind have been upgraded several levels."

　　Fengzhiqi said lightly, while observing Xingping Chuangzhen's stiff face, stealing music in his heart.

peer.

　　 Moreover, he is still a better peer than himself.

　　 The more confident and aggressive the teenager, the harder it is for him to be compared. At least before the official defeat of the official halberd, Feng Zhiqi was sure that Xing Ping Chong would not easily admit defeat.

　　 Sure enough.

　　 Fortunately, Ping Chong prepared the ingredients without saying a word, "You order food, I make it, can I satisfy you, wait for me to make the dishes first."

　　Fujinosaki is irrevocable, withdrawing his gaze, watching the middle-aged man with long red hair who is always busy in front of the stove.

　　 "Xingping boss, don't you plan to do it yourself?"

　　 "Let's try the truth first." Koichiro Ichiro said without looking back.

　　 "Then I will wait and see."

　　Fengzhiqi sat back to the position, where she could see that Kopei Chongzhen brought tofu, pepper, and **** slices and minced garlic from the ingredients store.

　　 Furthermore, Feng Zhiqi noticed that Koppei Chongzhen had cut a small piece of pork into minced meat.

　　Before cutting the pork, he cut the tofu pieces and soaked them in a small pot filled with salt water.

　　 "Huh..." Feng Zhiqi frowned, and found that Xingping Chongzhen took out a bottle of red seasoning from the cupboard, and she lost her mind. Isn't this the Sichuan Chuan bean paste that Xia Yu used to fry the meat back last night?

　　Fujinosaki did not know that bean paste is an essential condiment for many Sichuan cuisines.

　　 The use of Douban sauce means that the Mapo tofu to be made by Xingping Chuangzhen, at least in terms of materials, has become authentic.

　　 Tofu is still soaking. Fortunately, Ping Chong really opened the fire, stir-frying shallot and garlic in an oil pan, and then adding meat puree, tempeh and watercress to fry together.

　　 sniffed, but Feng Zhiqi's expression was very plain.

　　A quarter of an hour later, Xing Ping, whose head was wrapped in a white turban, brought a plate of steaming Mapo tofu to the table.

　　 "Please use--" He took off the white towel and put on a confident tone, "I have done my best to make this Mapo tofu. UU reading www.uukanshu.com will definitely satisfy you!"

　　Fujinosaki took the chopsticks, picked up a small piece of tofu, carefully observed the dishes, and sent them slowly into the mouth.

　　Hot and spicy dishes, just like mud cows entering the sea, can't bring any waves.

　　Although what has been predicted, Kenosaki heart sighed.

　　 Yesterday I came back from the Xia's shop and ate desserts at night. To today's breakfast and lunch, Feng Zhiqi felt like he was chewing white paper. The bark still has at least some taste. The white paper must be tasteless?

　　 Now, the situation has not changed.

　　 Her tongue, even her entire mouth, is like a pool of stagnant water. She has no response to Xingping Chuangzhen's real cooking.

　　 Witnessed the expression of Feng Zhiqi during the meal. Fortunately, Ping Chong really felt awkward and realized that it was not good.

　　 In the past, when those diners enjoyed his works, which one was not a face of enjoyment and happiness. Fortunately, Ping Chuang can really see that the ignorance of Feng Zhiqi is not pretended. This is the most real expression of her trying to eat dishes.

"how come……"

　　 Fortunately, Ping Chong really squeezed the white towel that had been taken off and grabbed in his right hand.

　　 "I said, I had eaten a Chinese dish last night, and the main melody of that Chinese dish is also hot and spicy. Perhaps it is more appropriate to rate hot as the taste of flame." Feng Zhiqi put down his chopsticks and said lightly.

　　 These words shocked Xingping Chuangchuang.

　　 The dishes I ate last night still have the flavors they still have today, and the aftertastes are in the mouth of the peak, building a strong fortress.

　　His food can't crush the fortress, so it's hard to talk about diners enjoying it.

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