Rebirth as a Cooking God

"Oh no!"

Ichiro Hase's expression became stiff.

When Ma Si, Yi Sehui, Yaechi Rina, and others tasted the fish fillets, the smiles that naturally emerged in the eyes of Hase Hase were a sign that the double-layer imprint was captured.

The fortress built by the taste in the mouth is not necessarily strong, but with the imprint of the heart, it is a double yoke!

At least, Ichiro Hase has confidence and has tasted his tempura and mulled wine. This lucky group of diners, when they go to eat the next dish, whether it is Wujing or Xia Yu, they will taste it tasteless!

The tasteless taste of food is never a smile!

Therefore, when seeing diners without exception, all smiling happy, Ichiro Hase felt that he was going to lose.

"Click, click, click..."

Everyone who has tasted sashimi and is in the illusion of food hears the sound of ice breaking.

They walked on ice sheets in the extremely northern heaven.

The ice at the foot suddenly cracked, and the fresh and plump sea bream jumped out quickly, similar to a shark, carrying a rich and delicious atmosphere.

Rumble.

Suddenly, the whole kingdom of heaven was shaking.

"what happened?"

"what happened?"

Tian Suohui, Xingping Chuangzheng, Yaqiehui Linina and others were shocked by the shock and hadn’t had time to escape, the ice layer underneath broke down, wow, shiny ice crystals fell from the sky, a group of people screamed , Exclaimed, falling from the sky of heaven, all hair was scattered, dresses or something, that picture is too beautiful.

"Om"

At this moment, time suddenly freezes.

A loud bell resounded through the sky and the earth, and at some depth, there was a whale with huge wings, carrying a black shadow that shielded the sky from the sky.

Snapped!

The whale flicked its tail, and everyone fell to its back.

Fortunately, Ping Chuang really took a breath, thighs, palms, and instantly climbed up a layer of frost.

"Being frozen!"

Yoshino Yuki jumped not far away, his ankles climbed up to shiny ice crystals, and the huge whale was still flying vertically, his wings fluttered gently, wow, and the cold wind of the extreme northern heaven was blowing from the sky.

Rise!

Rise!

Keep rising!

This sky has no end, Kunpeng took them to travel the world!

...

For a long while, everyone was refreshing in the kitchen, and their expressions were all written with great ignorance.

"It's so light!"

Mas stared staringly at his hands and feet.

"The body was released!" he said. "Break through all shackles! Break all restrictions!"

"The sky is high!"

Beside him, Elizabeth's blue eyes, as if still hiding the endless sky in the cooking, she muttered to herself: "Is this the chef's intention for cooking? Is this the world of artistic conception he weaves?"

Yagi cut Rina's eyebrows.

Looking back suddenly, and then chasing the aftertaste in the mouth, the ‘God’s Tongue’ went on strike, and there was no concrete picture.

Tian Suohui wrote Mu on his face, very cute.

She squatted in the corner of the kitchen counter, her white palms tightly covered her ears, and kept shattering her thoughts: "Ah, I hate it, how can't the buzzing sound disperse..."

Kun Peng's cry faintly echoed in his ears.

Vigorous and magnificent.

Just like the blue sky, it is vast and immense, giving them an indescribable momentum!

Morita Maki covered her mouth and stared at the sweet and sour bamboo horse.

At this moment, Ichiro Haseya's cooking, the hermit's pastoral picture left in her mind, is just like the smashed ice layer when she just tasted sashimi and the sea bream jumped out of time.

Cracked.

Instead, it is a magnificent picture of the sky.

She seemed to be still in the scroll, and she looked up, flying a huge whale like a floating island city, casting a shadow on the ground.

Ichiro Haseya gave them a freehand, abstract cooking world like traditional Chinese painting.

The world woven by Xia Yu is surprisingly similar in style.

It's not as delicate as it used to be, but it feels like it's a clever work.

"Eat another slice! Eat another slice!"

There is a voice in everyone's mind saying this.

Grunt.

Quietly swallowing saliva, Kobayashi gentian stretched out his chopsticks again, picking up a piece of gauzy fish.

Put it in your mouth!

boom!

Back in that lingering world, Kobayashi's gentian cheeks were covered with an excited red tide, "That's the feeling! A bite of heaven! Every piece of sashimi is the ultimate!"

Unlike the people who robbed, Mas stood still.

"Sound?"

"Is it right?"

The picture in his head is alive, and there is a faint voice, which is terrible. Mas completely forgot the taste of tempura and mulled wine.

Boom! Three Realms

The stomach pulsates in the body, obviously hungry, and sends a signal of craving to his head, but Mas is not in a hurry to taste the second piece of fish, but is meditating and chewing repeatedly, which is very satisfying in spirit.

"He satisfied me again."

"However, if I eat sashimi again in the future, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it."

Mas admired again and smiled secretly.

Let's put it this way, Xia Yu's fish sauce cuisine is already a masterpiece in the cuisine of sashimi and fish fillet. The dish itself is "extreme", not a certain taste in the cuisine.

This is terrible.

Mastering an ultimate dish is more terrifying than the ultimate taste.

Because, it expresses the chef, has reached the peak in a certain field, invincible in this field!

Imagine that if a chef masters the ultimate cuisine in multiple fields, do others still use it? Invincible in multiple fields and impeccable from multiple angles, then how many halberd provisions should be set to limit his victory.

The so-called special "must-kill" dishes also represent the ultimate of a certain dish, not the ultimate taste.

"Must kill..."

Passing this set of words in his mind, Maas suddenly stared at Xia Yu, who was smiling and stunned.

"If there is such a problem as Japanese food and seafood, this dish really deserves the title of "must kill", neither Chef Lin nor Chef Long can do better! "Mas thought.

Ingredients?

"Starry sea bream" is one of the oldest fantasy ingredients, impeccable.

Dao Gong?

The cut fish fillet is as thin as a gauze, as a thin strand, without any trace of weight in the hand, just like hair. Mas cannot really think of the possibility of further processing. On this basis, wouldn't the thinner and lighter fish fillets be really shredded, like hair?

"call!"

He sighed heavily and confounded the horror in his eyes~www.readwn.com~Mas shifted his gaze and looked at Takeji Shinji and Ichiro Hase who were standing together to make a final conclusion for this private eating halberd.

"They lost!"

"Victory Libra tilted completely!"

"Not a level contest!"

If no one was talking, Maas had a pity in his eyes.

On the day after being promoted to the Super Class, Quan Neon, online and offline, were discussing them. When their own "momentum" and "confidence" reached their peak, they personally went to the door to launch the halberd, and then harvested a fiasco...

Mas assumed that he was the initiator of the halberd.

Just thinking about it, his heart was covered with indelible shadows.

It was a complete loss at the same time. It was really sad, and it broke into pieces. Mas shook his head and said in his heart, "Who made you eat a halberd with a perverted kid? It's boring to ask for it. Now, okay, if you can't regain the courage and confidence of being a chef, your chef's path will be That's it." (.)