Rebirth as a Cooking God

After a while, Xia Yu and Yuchuan Meisha talked and laughed, and each pushed back a small cart.

There are a lot of ingredients on the car.

"Just serve the big-bellied old lady first!"

Xia Yu thought to find garlic, onions, corn, carrots, etc. from the small cart. In short, he filled a basket of vegetables and went to the kitchen counter and took out the shiny'broken army knife'.

laugh! laugh! laugh!

In the night, Daomang and Yinyue gloriously set off against each other!

In just two or three minutes, Xia Yu sullen his face, stuffed the minced vegetables and fruits into a gauze bag, and knotted them.

Turn your head, fill the pot with clean water, and set the stove.

"Chicken bone! Pig bone!"

Continue to use the "Broken Army Knife" to treat the chicken bones and pig bones. These two bones must be blanched once, then put into the pot, close the lid, and after more than ten minutes, the steam will make the lid bang. At that time, Xia Yu also prepared the spice package.

So, first put the pig bones and chicken bones into the hot water.

Xia Yu was busy with these, set aside the vegetable and spice bags, turned around and carried the pot to get a pot of water.

Watched Xia Yu return and moved a bag of flour from the cart.

The abbot Yuchuan glanced at him with surprise.

"pasta!"

The first reviewer, Lord Tanci, grinned: "The idea is very good!"

"If the pastry skills are skillful,'pasta' is indeed easy to make in batches." The naked monk in the third seat said.

"Eat! Eat! Eat!"

The big-bellied old lady in the fourth seat kept slobbering.

Although it is not easy to take out the pastry sticks directly under the large public, Xia Yu has already filled his pastry base all over the month, even if you use an ordinary rolling pin, you can still get high-quality dough by processing .

Snapped!

Snapped!

When he was busy kneading the dough with softness, Xia Yu did not forget to cast a glance at Yuchuan Misha's side.

Stupid now.

Because, it seems that Tamagawa Misa is also making pasta!

But instead of making noodles, she used a bag of vacuum-packed ramen!

Obviously, Tamagawa Misa does not intend to waste energy on making noodles and kneading noodles, and may focus more on the soup base and ingredients of ramen.

Frowning slightly, Xia Yu realized something was wrong.

The strange reviewers are very familiar with Tamagawa Misa, and they are all called Misa Sauce.

Therefore, Xia Yu is naturally at a disadvantage in understanding diners.

Tamagawa Misa knows how to please familiar diners.

I thought I could easily suppress the green jade river with a wealth of experience, but now this idea has long flown to the country of Java!

Soon, the dough was formed under the hands.

Cover with plastic wrap and wake up for 15 minutes.

During this gap time, Xia Yu happened to deal with the soup.

Remove the white foam and fat floating in the noodle soup, then put the previous vegetable and spice bags into the pot.

Turn the head to process the dough.

"It really is the youngest special chef in the history of Neon!"

Seeing Xia Yu's skillful skill, he spread a ball of noodles into a thin sheet of pastry, and the knife was like rain, and a continuous noodles were stacked in the prepared large bowl like a washbasin.

Several judges looked at each other and marveled.

"Don't blame the stubborn stubbornness of Meng Tapir!" The charming woman in red dress shattered her mouth, "If yesterday, if you successfully put a nightmare night on this kid, where would he live like a tiger this year!"

"Hey!"

Lord Tanuki on the first seat felt the same way: "I only want to eat the food from Meisha sauce, let alone the others! No taste!"

The other three seats did not speak.

The abbot of Yuchuan gave a glimpse and heard the red woman's frivolous thoughts, but frowned slightly, but did not scold.

"Okay!" Yuchuan Misa raised his head.

"I'm fine here!"

Xia Yu said in a loud voice that the impurities in the broth were filtered out, and a few tablespoons filled the basin-sized noodle bowl.

"Serve--"

Almost at the same time, Xia Yu and Tamagawa Misa put their respective pasta dishes on the judging table, and the diners they faced were all big-bellied old women.

Chinese noodles and Japanese ramen are not only different from the noodles themselves, but also the soup base.

Xia Yu's noodles are wide, thin and thin, just like clear seaweed in the bright yellowish soup.

Tamagawa Misa’s Japanese-style ramen, more precisely, miso soup noodles!

"Who comes first?" Xia Yu asked.

"Let's go together."

Tamagawa Misa smiled and said, "This old lady can eat it!"

So, together with Xia Yu, she handed the chopsticks to the old woman with thin hair and a wrinkled face.

eat!

Hold chopsticks with your right hand and left hand!

Use both hands!

The old lady skillfully grasped the chopsticks and sent two kinds of noodles with different flavors to her mouth!

"Hiss..."

The mouth grew unusually large, the noodles were in the mouth, and the old lady sighed with a long sigh that her appetite was satisfied, and her entire face covered with wrinkles twitched as she chewed.

But soon, there was a difference in the consumption rate of left-handed and right-handed pasta.

The old lady prefers to eat the Japanese ramen of Tamagawa Misa. She finished the bowl of noodles, and Xia Yu's noodles are mostly left!

Oops!

Xia Yu didn't know which part of the problem was happening when the heartbeat accelerated.

"one more bowl!"

Xia Yu's half of the bowl of noodles was left there, and the old woman handed the empty bowl to Tamagawa Misa.

"it is good!"

After pursing his mouth, Yuchuan Misha glanced at Xia Yu and returned to her kitchen counter, continuing to be busy.

Standing in front of the judging table, Xia Yu bowed his head and thought.

The eyes of the five judges showed more or less ridicule and playfulness.

The woman in red on the second seat woke him up and said with a smile: "The youngest special chef in the history of neon territory seems to be so!"

"From 8 o'clock to 12 o'clock, a total of 4 hours." The first seat of the raccoon tan said, "And you have to satisfy our five appetites! Watch the time, ha ha ha ha ha!"

Xia Yu ignored the sarcasm.

He is thinking.

"Is the "Soul Soup Noodle" taste inappropriate?"

"Change to a noodle with a heavy taste!" Xia Yu made sure to pay attention, "And, if you want to use your true skills, non-luminous dishes, it seems that you can't satisfy these foodies!"

Thinking of ~www.readwn.com~ He sent a request to the abbot of Tamagawa: "Can I go back to the room and get something?

The female monk nodded.

So Xia Yu went and returned, and when he came back, he brought a cheek with a look!

Repeat the previous kneading process.

Also, the soup base has changed. Xia Yu has prepared a clam, salted fish, wooden fish flower and other materials, with a rich marine flavor sauce, mixed with the stock soup, and prepared the cuttlefish juice with onion, butter and white wine!

"Soul Soup Noodle" can't work, just use the Milky Way Noodle!

After half an hour.

The old woman with the big belly ate a satisfying hiccup after eating the second bowl of noodles from Tamagawa Misa.

"I am very satisfied……"

She touched her belly and was about to give a coin to Tamagawa Misa. Unexpectedly, Xia Yu killed halfway and handed in the freshly prepared food. "My second bowl of noodles is done!"