Rebirth as a Cooking God

　　 Three or two bites, eat a fried noodle bread, Xia Yu licked the fat on her lips, chasing the long-lasting aftertaste in her mouth.

　　 Even if it is a casual breakfast, the deliciousness is a bit beyond imagination.

　　 Especially for lunch at school, it is convenient. This is also the reason why fried noodle bread is popular in the neon local school. You don’t need to go to the cafeteria to borrow microwaves to warm up the dishes. You can still have a happy body and mind. The leisure life seems to be like this. At least Xia Yu felt satisfied with his appetite as a foodie.

　　 "That, that, Xia Yujun, can we exchange a piece of bread?"

　　Nishimura Yingqi swallowed and asked.

　　 "Swap?" Xia Yuqi glanced at the fried noodle bread in his shop, and then looked at his own, it was funny for a while.

　　 In a school store, such a bag of fried noodle bread that is limited to the shelf life of the day has two prices, one is 130 yen and the other is 150 yen, the price is very cheap. For 150 yen, the bread is better baked, and the fried noodles and sauce are more similar. Nishimura Hideki grabbed two bags of 150 yen bread from the store.

　　With milk, it is about 400 yen for one lunch.

"May I?"

　　 originally wanted to refuse, who knew that Nishimura Yingqi was almost guilty, his palms folded, his face pleading, his mouth even a little water stained, and his eyes were full of hunger and thirst.

　　 Xia Yu's mouth twitched, "It's not necessary to change. I eat one less and both are barely full."

　　 said, he motioned to Hideki Nishimura to take the bread himself.

　　 "Thank you, thank you!"

　　 Nishimura Hideki was grateful. Like a treasure, he rolled up a piece of fried noodle bread with seaweed flakes. He just took it in his hand. But the other hand quickly reached out and grabbed the bread.

　　 "What kind of bread is this?" A boy with yellow hair and ear studs, full of bad breath, stared at the bread in his hand and his throat twitched.

　　 "Hey -" Nishimura Hideki stood up anxiously, "Give me back!"

"You tell me first, is this the new bread from the school store?" The Huang Mao boy had a hungry expression, sniffing the smell of bread, and his stomach grunted, "I just came back from the store, why didn't I see this Grow bread..."

　　 "Seliang, give him bread!" Xia Yu knew this yellow-haired boy, Seliang Yu also, don't be fooled by his bad appearance, in fact, it is a very funny guy.

　　 "Cut! This year, I'll have another class with you guys!"

　　 Wen Yan, Se Liangyu also whispered, his hands stretched out in front of Yingqi Nishimura, ready to return the bread to him, but suddenly shrunk back, full of tangled colors, "I will buy it!"

　　Find a 500-denomination coin from his pocket and take it on the desk of Yingqi Nishimura.

　　 "No! No selling!" Yoshimura Nishimura yelled.

　　 Seeing that the two men were arguing over a piece of lunch bread, but Seliang Yuya and Nishimura Hideki were calm down. The bread that was originally in the hands of Se Liangyu appeared in the hands of the third tall boy.

　　Rose Yu shouted dissatisfiedly: "Sakamoto, what are you doing?!"

　　Nishimura Hideki scratched his head and wondered what to do.

　　He is a transfer student, and in this class, more than half of the students are from the junior high school affiliated with Baiou. This guy named Sakamoto was not only a freshman representative at the opening ceremony, but also in the morning class this morning, was appointed by the class teacher Saito Yui as a class representative for various subjects. In a word, if you can hide, don’t mess with it.

　　 Wearing black-framed glasses, wearing a black uniform, and a boy with a stern look is naturally a Sakamoto boss.

　　 This time, the whole class's eyes were attracted. Sakamoto pushed the black-frame glasses in a hurry, watching the fried noodle bread on the left hand, and said coolly, "Is this the new bread in the store?"

　　Attracted by the strong flavor, Sakamoto leaned in on the fried noodle bread, and no one said:

　　 "This French bread, color, shape, and even high-grade flour for baking is not the level that ordinary convenience stores can achieve!"

"Ok?!"

　　 "It's not Japanese fried noodles, it uses bean sprouts, eggs, cabbage and ham..."

　　 Stir-fried noodles with a golden color, with a layer of oily shiny noodles, reflected in the eyes.

　　 After watching it quietly for a few seconds, Sakamoto suddenly opened his mouth, bite the small bite of bread, chewed it, and then his expression became brilliant, and the remaining bread was wiped out by him at an incredible speed.

　　 "Sakamoto Jun?" Several girls were puzzled and watched Sakamoto go back to his seat without saying a word.

　　 Sakamoto took off his uniform jacket and threw the jacket on his chair. The upper body was only wearing a white shirt, which made him stand tall and handsome.

　　 "Oh--"

　　 "Oh--"

　　 An unexplained shout was heard, and Sakamoto's forehead showed a strange layer of sweat, just beside his desk, just like a boxer, jumping back and forth, intense exercise.

　　 Everyone is dumbfounded.

　　 "What are you doing, Sakamoto!" Se Liangyu was also robbed of bread, very unhappy.

"Extinguishing!"

　　 Sakamoto still uses his secret technique of ‘repeating sidesteps’. Xia Yu smiled heartily at the side.

　　 "Fire?" Everyone in the classroom was puzzled.

　　 "Yes, put out the fire!"

"I have a fire hidden in my body, I must evacuate the heat of the fire through exercise!" Sakamoto jumped and said, he opened the aura, even if he was in full view, he made a shameful behavior in the classroom, but he could In the eyes of others, this guy is still so cool.

　　 "What the hell!"

　　Rose Yu also heard it.

　　 "Bread, there is flame in the bread!"

　　 heard that a group of people's heads were even covered with question marks.

　　Almost ten minutes before Sakamoto stopped, he breathed a sigh of heat, a glance of satisfaction in his eyes, silently put on his uniform coat and returned to the window position in the last row of the classroom.

　　 "Xia Yujun, why does this bread hide the flames?" Sakamoto asked in a low, cool tone.

"Because the stir-fried noodles are stir-fried in a wok." Xia Yu was a little speechless after being watched by a group of people in the class. UU reading www.uukanshu.com said casually: "Moreover, when the stir-fried noodles were stir-fried, a little was added. Special spices. Do you feel a bit spicy?"

　　 Sakamoto nodded, "Yes!"

　　 "I don't mention the French bread that wraps the fried noodles. Are those fried noodles not Japanese?"

　　 "Of course, that kind of fried noodles is Zhonghua Sansi Fried Noodles!"

boom! Sakamoto suddenly lowered his body and put his hands on Xia Yu's table, staring at him with staring eyes, "Tell me, Xia Yujun, from which hand-made noodle shop did you buy this kind of fried noodle bread?"

　　 Xia Yu removed his chair and kept at least one meter away from Sakamoto.

"how to say……"

　　 "I get it!" Sakamoto suddenly turned around and returned to his seat when Xia Yu didn't answer, and sat in danger, and took out an extracurricular book, read it during the lunch break, and became a quiet literary man.

　　 Moved a bit, the conversion was too fast, but this is the Sakamoto boss.

　　 "Guru~"

　　Looking at the only bread left in the meal box, Ningcun Yingqi and Seliangyu also swallowed.

　　 Other boys and girls are also paying attention, and many people can't look away.

　　 This scene made Xia Yu quite helpless.

　　 Gourmet, pay attention to color, fragrance, taste, shape and meaning.

　　 color is the color of food. Fragrance means overflowing fragrance, shape means shape and appearance, and also includes decoration on the plate. For example, the French bread used for fried noodles, fried noodles, in order not to be noticeable, he can not deliberately make the food bad, it looks very difficult to eat it!

　　Does this violate the most basic principles of being a chef?

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