Rebirth as a Cooking God

When "Walker" Wujin arrived at the village of Jiankou Great Wall, the small spot market in the suburbs was just like the Chenghuang Temple in the holidays, and there was almost no place to stand between the crowds.

"Beep."

The news from the mobile phone in the pants pocket was a shock, it was an announcement from the "Dark Food Exchange Group":

Everyone gathers in the special stands, we are in this position.

The announcement is accompanied by a road map.

With a glance, Wu Jin knew where the meeting place was, followed the crowd, and climbed the Great Wall. The time is now about one o'clock in the afternoon, and half an hour is left before the opening. This time point is the hottest day of the hot summer day.

Gradually, the surrounding crowd became more and more sparse, because with the climbing, the Wild Great Wall section became more and more precarious, and because there was no official strict renovation, the wall stack of the Wild Great Wall was damaged more and walked forward dozens of meters, Some military police in camouflage uniforms set up a separation line to discourage or take tough measures to expel the masses who are trying to continue to move up.

"Master Wu, please."

A staff member inspected Wu Jin's chef badge and respectfully gave way.

The meeting place of the dark cooking world is on a tower of Jiankou Great Wall.

This tower is well-preserved, and the terrain is relatively high. After Wujin climbed up, his vision suddenly widened.

"Uncle Wu, here you come!"

"Little Sky Machine Star" Wu Yingying waved her greetings.

At this time, dozens of people have gathered on the tower, including men and women, old and young, which can be regarded as the most active elites in the dark world.

The leader Yan Qi is not here, and the true celestial star Wu Tong, as a big cadre, is a well-deserved leader of this group of people.

In addition, familiar faces, such as Yan Mo and red clothes, as well as a group of special chefs who once represented the dark world and participated in the Sapporo International Competition in the island country, are also there.

"The main stand is there," Wu Yingying took the initiative to introduce and pointed to it.

Twenty meters away, there is another large tower.

What is striking is that in this tower, there are packers going up and down, constantly moving bag after bag of ingredients into the tower.

On the tower, the open-air kitchen has been set up, and the kitchen counters are stacked along the wall, two horizontal and two vertical, and the city is divided.

Outside the kitchen counter, there is a row of mahogany chairs carved with dragons and phoenixes.

Wu Jin also found a special stand for Baiyu Tower. On the left-hand side of the Dark World stand, a mountain was separated by about 50 meters. Each other could vaguely see the figures and faces on the other tower. Some acquaintances also waved their hands and said hello.

As for the ordinary people, they were separated by a long distance, gathered on a complete wall near the half of the mountain, and looked over from high to low. The black pressure, the dense noise, and the noise spread far away in the lonely mountains.

"I am afraid that there are 10,000 or 20,000 people gathered." Wu Jin took a breath.

You know, this outdoor cooking, without any publicity, from yesterday’s preparation to the beginning of today, it’s only 24 hours, but it still attracts a huge audience. It’s not a real proof of the chef’s Attention?

"Look"

Wu Yingying pointed at a group of packers. They were all waist-to-toe, like Huashan's picks. It was not easy to move a bag of food from the bottom of the mountain to this steep tower.

But the focus is not on how hard it is to pick workers. What people pay attention to is what is contained in the bulging heavy bag.

The ingredients determine the content of the food.

What's more, this is the young dragon chef who disappeared out of thin air for more than two months, and suddenly started an outdoor open-air cooking when he returned to China.

The answer is, who doesn’t want to know in advance, so that you can have a sense of superiority and show off to others and friends.

"Uncle Wu, do you know what's in the bag?"

Wu Yingying's smile has the cunning taste of the female fox.

Although the news of outdoor open-air cooking spread overnight, the information on ingredients and recipes is particularly rigorous.

"Rice? Noodle?"

Wu Jin stared at a sack on his back.

At the other end, Wu Tong hand-held the wall stack of the stands, closely watching the huge tower in the middle, with a hint of shadow in his eyes.

The center row of chairs belongs to the top dragon chefs in the Chinese world.

The big treasure chair in the center is, of course, the leader Zhu Ji.

As a generation of veterans, Wu Tong is a cadre in the dark cooking world, but he is excluded from the core circle.

Wu Tong is very clear about what this signal means.

In fact, since the last time Kirin Zi's name-giving ceremony, his scheme announced a miscarriage, and now...

The yin bird of prey almost turned into substance, and Wu Tong thought to himself:

"Outdoor outdoor cooking?"

"What is he going to tinker with again? According to the truth, ordinary dragon-level recipes, there is no need to do such a big deal, Zhu Ji is not dead, and has no spare time to accompany the little fart boy. Dragon-class classics? "Fish" is more powerful? If the classics go up, it will be very close to the killing...can't you succeed..."

Pupils contracted instantly.

Unbelievable thoughts came up, Wu Tong scared himself, "How long is this! Impossible thing!"

The huge tower on the top of the mountain, inside.

Xia Yu sat alone on a wooden stool, a meter away from his side, a wooden ladder that climbed to the top.

The last batch of ingredients was carried by the pickers. Ye Feizhou sweated and Wei Qinglian counted the ingredients piled up inside the tower, and soon he woke Xia Yu and handed out a list of ingredients.

"Take a good inventory, you see, if there is anything to add, hurry up, I will call down the mountain to deliver another batch." Ye Feizhou held a pager in his hand.

With sweat, the thing was dark, slick, thick and big.

"What time is it now?" Xia Yu glanced at the list and placed it on the table beside his hand.

"It's almost half past!"

Wei Qinglian looked at the ladies' watch. She was too busy to choke, her face that was cold and unattractive, because of sweating, she was stained with a blush, and then the gods fell into the world. If there are people who filmed her and spread it on the Internet, she must **** another wave of goddess powder .

cough.

At this time, a long shadow came in the door of the tower.

Several dragon chefs from the leading circle of the Chinese world led by Zhu Zhu, the leader, came in order.

"No problem?" Zhu Qi concisely said.

"Completely o*k!"

Xia Yu made a gesture.

Zhu Ji nodded and walked up from the wooden ladder to the top floor. Suddenly, the sound of mountains and tsunami came from the wilderness of the Great Wall outside.

There is no doubt about the popularity of the heads of the Chinese food industry.

Then, Yan Qi, Kong Chun, Wei An, Li Wannian and Lan Fengxian.

Uh?

The seventh man, his footsteps stopped, opened his mouth to Xia Yu, hesitated, but shook his head and sighed again on the ladder.

Xia Yu looked at the back of his old man Xia Qing, and said in amusement: "You can put down a dangling heart, I have a sense of justice."

Xia Qing didn't look back, "Huh, you can do whatever you want!"

He stood on the top floor.

"The recipe for "Mother's Sunball" was learned from our book of fairy shellfish?"

Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly had this question. Xia Qing's voice was full of breath, and Xia Yu immediately felt the look of Ye Feizhou and Wei Qinglian inquiring, and turned his brain, knowing that the old man was covering himself.

In the past, an ancient recipe ~ www.readwn.com ~ can be perfunctory.

But nowadays, it is regarded as the supreme ancient recipe, the supreme ancient recipe.

Since Liu Pengxing disappeared a hundred years ago, this recipe and the finished dishes will also disappear. Even if his sister Liu Jinling has descendants, he will not be the descendant of Liu Pengxing after all.

As a result, "Mother's Sun Ball" was thus dusted.

If the dust is sealed for a hundred years, it opens.

Xia Yu should give the world a reasonable explanation.

The handwriting left by Fairy Pui was also what caused the Xia's disaster, a shield that could not be more real.

"Lying trough! A wave of perfect cooperation!"

Just about to give a thumbs up to the old man above his head. Above the wooden ladder, the figure and the sun shook. Xia Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. At this time, the invitation voice of the host also passed into his ears:

"Xia Yu, our summer chef..."