Rebirth as a Cooking God

No one expected that, instead, Xia Yu, the biggest player in the battle, was the first to present his own cooking.

"Do you grill fish?"

A strong fragrance is mixed in the wind and floats in all directions.

Nostrils fluttered, and dry sun Xiangzi immediately wiped the water stains on the corners of his mouth, like a puppet master controlled puppet, followed by a scent of fresh fragrance, and walked straight to the table.

Soon, the first floor and the outer floor of the dining table were full of people.

"Can I use chopsticks?"

Ganri Xiangzi stared firmly at the grilled crucian carp on the plate, swallowing saliva constantly, and a similar swallowing sound rang beside her.

"and many more--"

Dojima Silver and Ryoko Rina raised their hands at the same time to stop her.

"Please use a thousand generations of witches!"

The crowd spontaneously gave way to a passage, and the ice-faced witch helped the old lady in.

"All give up."

More than a dozen fellow fellow villagers also followed in and became orderly groups. The crowd stepped back step by step and finally formed a scene like a bonfire dinner. The millennial maiden broke away from the young witch's help and cracked open a fan.

The fan is golden on one side and silver on the other. Gold indicates the sun, while silver indicates the moon, and there are both yin and yang.

There is no orchestral sound, the picture is silent, only the old witch, in the silent, holding the open fan, dancing gracefully in the circle.

Later, the young witch also joined. She handed the Kagura Bell to the old witch and walked on the edge.

"There are more and more people."

It's not an illusion. Among the crowd, Tian Suohui and Morita Maki, obviously felt that more and more people were squeezing behind, and their position became the innermost.

The siren sounded.

The police from the nearby police station finally arrived by car. The tourists who heard the news, under the guidance of the police, entered the venue in an orderly manner.

The lighting is finally not limited to bonfires, the lights hit the seats of tourists, and IGO staff arrange the viewing seats. The original rear is close to the road slopes, just like the stadium stands, layered and repaired, which can accommodate many people.

After the Kagura Dance ended, Tian Suohui and Morita Shinki followed the far-month graduates to the guest seats and looked around. It was only half an hour later that the lakeside had become a veritable festival site, and the sight was all human. one slice.

There are a lot of English conversations in the noisy voice. Those blonde western tourists have stretched their necks one by one and are very curious about the so-called ‘Chiyo Festival’.

An inconspicuous business car parked quietly by the road.

"Miss Watanabe, here!"

Driver reminded.

In the back seat of the car, a young woman with capable short and medium hair immediately pushed the door and got out of the car. Several entourages with work certificates hung up and followed.

Click, click.

Taking the SLR camera carried by the employee, Yuki Watanabe stood on the high ground, aimed at the three altars by the lake, focused and took several high-definition pictures in succession, and then waved his hand against the employee underneath, sternly: "all Come apart, follow the work plan, have targeted interviews, and sort out the manuscript after going back tonight—"

After all, Yuki Watanabe walked alone and came to the guest table.

The police who kept the order stopped her, but Yuki Watanabe smiled and pointed to the work document in front of her chest. The police let go after a few glances.

As soon as he arrived at the guest table, Yuki Watanabe's eyes lit up.

A few young girls in high school uniforms are very prominent in the guest table.

Anyone who knows a bit about the neon food world can tell from the school uniform that they are from that school. As Yuki Watanabe walks over, he finds a black recording pen in the accompanying lady's handbag.

"Hello!"

The sound of crispness and softness called Sumitsu Tosho.

"what?"

Tian Suohui withdrew his gaze from the far end and blinked. I didn't know when a professional woman was standing next to the seat. He was wearing a white uniform tube skirt, slightly powdered, and a pair of beautiful eyes slanted upward slightly, giving an ingenious sense of leanness and decisiveness. .

"Hello!" Tian Suohui whispered.

"I am the editor of "Taste Weekly" magazine, may I take you a few minutes?"

""Taste Weekly"?"

Tian Suohui covered his mouth and apparently heard the name of this weekly magazine, stutteringly replied: "Is that the food magazine with the most neon sales?"

As a student of Yuanyue, Tian Suohui certainly reads professional food newspapers and magazines.

Among a bunch of professional magazines, "Taste Weekly" is the most professional and most popular with chefs and foodies. Of course, the weekly magazine that has long occupied the top position in the sales list is not only professional in content, but also professionals. Because the content is very interesting.

For example, "Taste Weekly" has opened a tourism holy place column in the past two years, in-depth introduction to some places of interest worth exploring, food streets, food shops and food programs.

The "Chiyo Festival" is famous in the Hakone area, and it is quite normal to interview people from "Taste Weekly".

Tian Suohui is not stupid, but he is not confident enough, and his thoughts turn a little, so he can think through.

But she wanted to refuse it too late. The female editor who claimed to be Yuki Watanabe had reached out the recording pen and stared at her intently.

"You, please ask, my name is Tian Suohui." Tian Suohui is a bit shy, but she was interviewed for the first time, and she is still the famous "Taste Weekly" magazine.

"Classmate Tiansuo, are you a first-year student in Yuanyue?"

"Correct……"

"But as far as I know, the accommodation study for the freshmen of Yuanyue has ended this morning, and every year should return to the Tokyo campus. Why are you here?" Yuki Watanabe asked directly.

"Yes, it was the chief of Dojima who asked us to stay!"

Tian Suohui weakly pointed to the busy Dojima silver not far away.

what.

I heard that Dojima silver was also there, and Yuki Watanabe's eyes lit up and coughed. He said sorry to Tian Suohui and hurried to the burly man who traveled between the altar and the table at the end plate.

"Mr. Dojima, Mr. Dojima..."

Yuki Watanabe chases Dojima Silver.

"Miss Watanabe?"

After a slight pause, Dojima Yingang put two dishes of grilled fish on his left and right hands on the dining table. He glanced at the woman who stopped him, and he was amazed at once.

"Actually, I arrived in Hakone two days ago." Yuki Watanabe smiled. "Thanks to the news at home, I only know the time of the exam and quiz for this seminar."

"Total length--"

A voice shouted faintly from the far end.

Doji silver, who was about to talk to the female editor, changed his face slightly and strode the meteor toward an altar.

"Are you okay?"

Across the fire belt, Dojima Silver shouted into the altar.

"I'm fine, the crucian carp is gone, continue to move some over."

"it is good!"

Dojima silver eyes with a trace of residual exclamation ~ www.readwn.com ~ gazing at the isolation belt stacked on the edge of the altar.

The firewood has almost burned, but what remains is not the wreckage, but continues to emit high-temperature red carbon. Dojima Yin knew that the firewood would be picked up next, and the fire dragon would roar and wake up again.

But, can the young cook who is also grilled in the fire hold on?

Dojima Yin felt a little regretful.

He knew Xia Yu's recipe at noon, but he didn't stop it. Instead, he became an accomplice in preparing fuel.

To some extent, he also had a fire hidden in his heart.

The ‘soul of fire’ that has devoured everything should break through the shackles of the human body this time.

Dojima thought.

"Perhaps, only hope for a miracle, I hope he can overcome himself..." (To be continued.)