Rebirth as a Cooking God

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Bang.

While tasting Zhenxi's French frozen, the fork can still be held tightly, but at the moment when I tasted a bit of Tian Suhui cuisine, I dropped my hand.

"How can this slightly sour taste be amplified...Failed! Absolutely failed!"

Yoshiro Komiya was struggling in vain.

acid!

Even if it is just a trace of sour, it is in sharp contrast with Zhenxi's "sweet" French freeze.

Silently picked up the fork, took out the handkerchief and wiped it clean. Without speaking, Shigeru Konomiya once again forked a piece of French frozen to be imported.

"boom"

Something was pried open.

Suddenly, Hokkaido descended in the early spring.

There is still unmelted snow in Tianlong, a beautiful and gentle mother, standing on Tianlong's end, shouting softly to a girl who has just learned to walk with a marijuana braid: "Xiaohui, Xiaohui, come here, I am here !"

The girl was dressed very thick, her jacket wrapped her fatly, and the air was still cold, and her cheeks were flushed with lovely blush, babble, crooked, walking forward step by step.

"Snapped"

Suddenly, Kojiro Shigeru frowned.

The girl named Xiaohui fell, and the ground was covered with hard ice, but just fell down, the girl immediately sat up, clear and flawless, like jewel-like eyes, firmly fixed on the mother standing on the other side of Tianlong, and climbed again Got up.

Snapped. Did not walk a few steps and fell again.

Yoshiro Shinomiya couldn't bear to see his head turned a little, but his eyes were still looking at the girl who was staggering.

"You are stupid!"

Soon, the girl fell for the third time, and the cold curse on Kojiro's mouth saw the girl's palms red, her knees and body covered with ice, and she sighed deeply and planned to go over to help her.

Unexpectedly, the girl's right foot had just taken a half step, and the girl had climbed up again, tears were already rolling in her eyes, but she did not cry, but stretched her hands, just like a clumsy penguin on the ice, her small face tightened and tried to maintain Keeping balance and walking forward little by little.

"Idiot is going to be eliminated!"

Yoshiro Shinomiya said that for some reason, the girl who was happily thrown into her mother’s arms had some trace of sourness in her eyes.

"Little Jiro!"

Behind the call of a mother, the four houses suddenly became tight.

The picture changed again, and Kojiro Shinomiya found that he was getting smaller, with a dirty school uniform on his body, pain in his face, arms, and back.

Raised his arms stunned, on the thin arm, a piece of blue, a piece of purple, this is not a fall and injury, but the "record" left by fighting with other small pot friends.

The environment is also a country road familiar to Kojiro. Both sides of the road are green fields. Many childhood memories suddenly came to my mind. He used to catch dragonflies with nets on the small roads in the fields. He used to catch small fish in the clear streams. Lying on the grass of the ramp, head resting his hands, quietly watching the clouds floating across the sky, and...

"Taste of hometown!"

Yoshiro Shinomiya thought in disbelief. At this time, the beautiful mother came to him and squatted down, looking at the little boy who was embarrassed by the fight with his little friend.

"Kojiro, why did you fight with them again?" With his fair hands, his mother brushed the grass fibers from his clothes.

His hair was also messy. During the weed inversion, the mother also used his hands to carefully organize him. Finally, he used a pair of warm palms to hold his small, swollen face. When he didn’t speak, he smiled. It means: "It must be because of your bad personality that your little friends fight with you. If you don't reflect well, no one will want to play with you in the future."

Humph!

Looking aside, Shigeru Konomiya subconsciously said, "I'll do it alone! I don't need any partners!"

Snapped. There was a slight pain in the forehead.

The young mother stretched her finger on the teenager’s forehead and glanced over helplessly, "Kojiro, please give me a good look!"

The nose suddenly sour.

Fighting with the little partner, the teenager did not cry, but now he is completely trapped in the mother's gentle offensive, and Shigeru Komiya couldn't control himself at all, and fell into that warm embrace, holding his mother's neck tightly, unwilling to let go.

cry.

Crying.

The difficulties and obstacles that I encountered in opening a restaurant in Paris, France, the stagnation in my heart, and the fear of culinary skills that could not be further, all in the warm embrace, weeping and venting.

...

real world.

The fork fell on the table, Yoshiro Shinomiya supported the table with both hands, and buried his head deeply. The tears ran across his face, running down his jaw, and dropped to the ground drop by drop.

At this time, apart from Xia Yu and Ryoko Lina, no one would disturb him crying, and the other four judges, as well as Morita Maki, Kopei Chuangzhen, and Tatsuya Rina, were immersed in the hometown world woven by Tiansuohui cuisine. .

The warmest harbor is undoubtedly the familiar hometown.

Struggling outside with scars, she returned to her hometown, and her mother stood in front of the familiar house and asked her how to keep warm. Anyone would be captured by that gentleness.

Yoshiro Shinomiya was not defeated by Zhenxi's sweetheart offensive, but in the light of Tian Shuihui's sour mood, he could not be defeated.

Even the iron man-like Dojima silver, the corners of his eyes gleamed faintly.

For a while.

The underground kitchen is also immersed in the silence of the fans.

The face is the ugliest, I am afraid that it belongs to Rina.

When it comes to hometown and childhood, although there are sweet and worthy rare memories, there is also the terrible figure she doesn't want to remember.

That person, her father, a dark chef, tried to lead her ‘god tongue’ completely into the darkness.

"Another dish full of personal imprints!"

Suwon Dongmei squatted on a chair, sucked his nose, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, or his face was paralyzed, and said, "Even, Tian Suohui's heart for cooking is more intense than Morita's. We can't control ourselves Emotions."

Dojima nodded and said: "This time Tian Suohui also used'vinegar'. Although the cauliflower is intact, there is no oxidative discoloration, you don't need to use'vinegar' to bleach~www.readwn.com~ However, the vinegar is slightly sour, It is mixed with the sweetness of the whole French vegetable jelly to form a very harmonious taste... This is also a'pointing pen' that contains her strong heart!"

He fixed his eyes on Tian Suhui, his eyes glowing hot.

It's like looking at a piece of peerless gemstone instead of uncut jade.

"It's unbelievable that the "cooking heart" of the butterfly will soon be broken!" Dojima did not expect that there would be such a good young man in the first grade of high school.

"Although clumsy... but also clenching his teeth, working hard, step by step! Awkwardly cute!"

After Kojiro Shinomiya wiped tears, he suddenly said so.

He then pulled away Qian Rixiangzi, who hugged Tian Shuhui, and dodged the fearful eyes of the girl student, saying one by one:

"I take back the previous evaluation, you, are qualified!"

"No, it's excellent!" (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse for a better reading experience.