Rebirth as a Cooking God

Ding!

With a system prompt, apart from Xia Yu himself, no one knew that this young dragon chef, in the overgrown field, once again completed the transformation and promotion.

Looking at the kitchen skill bar, the golden energy is full, and finally the nihilistic skill icon is reached. Xia Yu clenched his fists and no longer deliberately suppresses the uplifting emotions.

"Although my personal dragon-level kill has not yet been created, the foundation is here, which is a recent matter."

Waiting for the left and waiting for ten minutes, Aoki Zongtai still did not return.

The car stopped and stopped on the grass, Xia Yu jumped on a stone, the mobile phone was raised high, but the signal grid was still dark, as for the mobile network, it was a bitter tears, and I wanted to take the time to brush a Weibo and reply to WeChat. Waiting like this is really a very irritable mood.

It's almost evening. The midsummer evening is not as hot as noon. The cool wind blowing has the magic of inducing sleep.

It happened that when Xia Yu was bored and bored, not far from the mountain road, on the other side of a stream, a figure walked out of the forest and squatted beside the stream.

This is an old farmer with gray hair, carrying a hoe, and simple clothes. It should be a farmer in this wilderness.

Xia Yu put away her vigilant expression and told the truth, when the wild suddenly bumped into someone, her body was chilling for the first time. But the old peasant is the image of the grandfather of the island country he knew.

After all, island nations are faced with the social problems of an aging population. It’s weird to meet fashionable young people in such rural areas.

The old farmer also found Xia Yu on the other side, and he looked up and smiled.

Xia Yu found that he was washing things with creek water, and immediately walked over and crouched beside the creek, saying hello across the creek: "Yo, yam, wild mushrooms, the old man turned out to be a foodie!"

Wild yam is not easy to dig. It looks a little ugly and strangely shaped. It is not the same thing as the straight strips planted by man.

The old farmer lost a slightly curved wild yam. The brownish-yellow skin had been partly grinded, revealing a white, natural fragrance, and refreshing.

Xia Yu froze for a while with yam and grinned: "Is this entertainment?"

The old farmer nodded.

Xia Yu erred, did not dare to speak.

Some varieties of yam can be eaten raw, but most wild yam should not be eaten raw. Xia Yu didn't want to have an itchy mouth, as if it was stuffed in an ant's nest, so painful.

The old peasant didn't force him, he continued to wash the yam and mushrooms, and Xia Yu set up a conversation with him.

"Is there a village near here? I came from a field, I don't know what is going on here."

"There is a small village called Yokoi. Not far away, you can see the fields of Yokoi from this forest."

"There shouldn't be many young people in the village?"

The old man showed a bit of loneliness and said, "Yeah, how can young people stay in such a rural place, even if they can't go to Tokyo, they also go to the neighboring city, where it is lively. Even middle school students, junior high school, high school, want to go to The colleges and universities in the county, our school here, only have a sand football field, like my little grandson, shouting at the grass court every day, and then one year ago, my son's family moved to the city in the county to settle."

Xia Yu sucked her lips and didn't know what to say.

Urbanization is inevitable. Students expect a wider school, a larger playground, and a more comfortable classroom. These are normal.

Lie down, headrest the soft grass by the creek, Xia Yu was attracted by the blue sky at once, next to the crystal clear water, surrounded by the green wild fairy, the mountains are intoxicating, it is really a very leisurely and beautiful island country in the drama Countryside scenery.

The old man started the mode of broken thoughts.

"I have two sons and a daughter, and they are all married. The eldest son opened a hardware store in the village and town. The youngest son is a carpenter with good craftsmanship. I don’t worry about him going to the city, but he’s a straight man, my little grandson. Although he loves to play football, his character is very reticent. I heard that the middle schools in the city are different from our rural areas. If there are too many students, there will be bullying..."

"School bullying? That's what you should pay attention to. The most fundamental thing is personality. Try to change."

Xia Yu said nothing, and gradually, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and sleepiness struck. This time he really fell asleep.

"Hey!"

"It's time to wake up!"

Aoki Zong is so funny.

"...I fell asleep?" Xia Yu sat on his head. At this time, when the sun went down and the sunset fell into the wilderness, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

There are two teenagers in monk clothes, about 13 or 14 years old, behind Aoki Sect, probe the brain.

what.

Xia Yu also found that the road was cleared, the weeds were shoveled, and the extra trees were cut down. Aoki Zongtai and two little monks were covered in sweat stains after working.

"I found my way to the advanced temple, and I pulled the two boys out to clear the mountain road." Aoki Sect was very strict with his younger generations, and stared at him. "It's true, I only left for two or three years, and the chores of the temple were a mess. Even The road outside is unmaintained. How do you manage it?!"

The little monk shrank his neck.

"Well, the car can now drive directly to the mountain gate." Aoki Zongtai inserted the key to start the car.

"correct!"

Xia Yu stopped at the door and looked around, "What about the old grandpa?"

"What grandpa?"

Mr. Aoki, who had just sat in the driver's seat, was stunned.

"I just met an old grandpa in Yokoi Village."

In the back seat of the car, the whispers of two little monks suddenly disappeared.

The space inside the car has a strange silence.

"Hengjing Village?" Aoki Aoki cast a glance at Xia Yu in the co-pilot's seat. "It is indeed the closest village to the temple, but it takes at least 1 hour by car on the national road."

Xia Yu's smile was a bit reluctant. "In order to dig yam and pick wild mushrooms, it is normal to run so far."

"Yam?"

A little monk couldn't help crying.

Xia Yu saw that in the rearview mirror of the car, another person looked out of the window reflectively.

On the mountain road, under a certain old tree, almost covered by the stems of the old stone shrines, there is a porcelain bowl filled with tributes.

The tribute in the bowl is simple, a few white yam cakes.

Pieces of dim sum are stacked in a tower shape, and it is obvious that the pastry tribute in the bowl is missing the top piece.

Xia Yu felt like he was holding something.

Squeezed.

The touch is not the wild yam that was washed and peeled by the stream, but it was slightly soft and pinched on the osmanthus cake.

An unspeakable coolness came from the soles of the feet to the top of the head.

It's not like throwing the window out of something in my hand. It's chilly to hold it. Xia Yu couldn't help saying: "Who gave me a tribute so badly?"

The car has started ~www.readwn.com~ driving on the mountain road, Aoki Aoki in the driving position, looking straight ahead.

His reaction was not as calm as a human.

I don’t know when the whisper of a little monk passed from the back seat to Xia Yu’s ear:

"...That bowl of yam cake tribute was given to me by the abbot a few days ago."

The two little monks were in the back seat, looking at Xia Yu's eyes, and they were shocked.

Grab tribute to eat?

incredible!

Xia Yu's forehead twitched, and finally looked down at the cake piece in his hand. Is this a kind hospitality or a mischievous prank?

Ah.

There was a trace of Mo Ming's smile on the corner of his mouth, no matter how, Xia Yu felt that he had arrived at another very interesting place.