Rebirth as a Cooking God

"Quack quack..."

Strange sound.

Chiyo Aichi was stunned directly, thinking that there was a problem with the microphone, and forehead sweating coldly for help looked like the field, but the executive director and a group of staff also had similar masked faces.

Quack!

The sound was strengthening, Chiyo Aichi finally heard where the sound came from, and turned his head to stare at Xia Yu's counter.

At this time, Xia Yu happened to take the last fried bun from the oil pan, drained the fat, and placed it on the top layer of the plate, which had been stacked with a towering golden snack tower.

"Quack quack!"

Not only the fried buns just finished making sounds, but when Xia Yu's end dish was slowly walking, the whole golden fried snacks all gave out strange and loud laughter.

That's right.

This sound fell on Chiyo Aichi and everyone's ears, and it was a funny laughter with a big laugh.

"how can that be!"

The guest seat stood up, a chef and a giant, all of them were missing. Everyone stretched their necks and glared their eyes, staring at Xia Yu's fried buns on the jury table.

The cameraman was so refreshed, or he used the machine to focus on the snacks on the plate, or the five judges who were also in circles.

"All sounds!"

In the past, Zhu Qing and Erina, who helped Xia Yu practice dishes, looked at each other horrificly.

"Success rate...100%!" Erina felt incredible.

A chuckle, a long time.

There is no doubt that at this moment Xia Yu and his dishes are the focus of attention of the lens, and Tang Yuqiong who completed the dishes at the same time as him and her dishes are ignored.

"Chef Xia!"

Chiyo Aichi lost his soul, look at the golden yellow snack on the plate, and then look at the calm young man, and he asked anxiously with his mouth open: "...Is this voice really made by the snack?"

The whole audience was standing upright, waiting for an answer.

"As you can see."

Xia Yu grabbed a golden fried bun and approached the microphone of Aichi Aichi, and the quacky laughter was played through the loudspeaker.

The camera was aimed at the bun in his hand, and there was a mouth on the bun, a smiley expression.

Seeing this, many people were infected with funny scenes and wanted to laugh, but did not dare to break the atmosphere of silence.

For a long time.

When the funny sound gradually disappeared, a judge imitated Xia Yu, tremblingly grabbed the golden fried buns, left to look, right to see, somehow the buns grumbled again while rolling.

"how is this possible--"

The judge suddenly panicked, ah screaming, scared the whole person to lean back, and fell down with the chair, and the fried bun in his hand slammed down on the judge table, rolling, grinning More intense.

The funny but weird scene made people chill.

Five shocked faces are extremely eye-catching.

"This, this is magic!" At the end, a beautiful woman judge wearing a silk headscarf and a strong Persian look opened her mouth and murmured, "I have never seen a cooking that can make a sound!"

"magic!"

"Absolutely not what cooking can do!"

Audiences shouting at the destruction of the three views, the guest seats said less than half of the professional chefs, their expressions changed several times, seeming to doubt, and seeming to affirm the judging statement-if it is not seen with their own eyes, before this game, they It is impossible to believe that cooking is audible.

It's the Lin giant, all suspicious.

"Not "food righteousness"!"

Zhu Qing and Caibo City Ichiro said.

"The voice of "food righteousness" can only be heard by the tasters!" Yu Hong and Tang Shan said.

"Moreover, ‘food justice’ should not behave like this!”

Guan Xingchen discussed with his friend Qin Zhengda in a closed room where the legendary kitchenware ‘Jade Dragon Pot’ was kept.

"In the crack like a mouth, there was indeed a laugh..."

Tang Yuqiong didn't know when to put her dishes on the table. At the same time, she grabbed a golden bun that was still hot, stared blankly at the cracked mouth of the bun, and then listened to the funny laughter with a tangled expression.

She stared at Xia Yu with staring eyes and asked, "What is the principle?"

"You try it first!"

Xia Yu did not answer, but made a gesture of asking.

The five judges look at me, I look at you, and finally the last Persian beauty judge tastes first. She opened her mouth, her white teeth were exposed, and she bit the fried bun!

Well!

The cheek face of the beauty judge, after chewing, cheeks suddenly bulged high.

"It's so bloated, so full--"

The hooded Persian jury said shocked, "It's a sea of ​​juice in one bite, the filling fills my mouth completely! The first bite is satisfied!"

The fried bun lacked a corner, and the fragrant mist filled out.

Beef juice!

The neighboring judge sniffed her nose and smelled the smell, and her desire to eat broke through the cage and escaped.

"Click!", "Click!", "Click"...

The remaining four people grabbed a still hot fried bun in succession, exposing their teeth and biting hard. When the teeth bit through the fried bun skin, they made a crisp sound.

The dry sense of frying disappeared, the internal juice was sputtered out, and the judges were all pumped down. The hot juice was mixed with the fried noodles and rolled in the mouth.

what--

Screaming wildly.

"many!"

"Good satisfaction!"

One by one, the judges were in a trance, and their eyes appeared in a golden world.

Dong dong dong dong dong...

The fried buns with funny expressions, like the rain, fell from the sky, smashed with heat and strong beef juice flavor.

"Come again! A little more! I want more!" The Persian beauty judge was slick, the silk turban was gone, and her black hair was disbanded. She was covered with funny-looking buns all over her, but she was still fanatical and open to the sky Embrace, endless expression packs smashed down, with a quack and funny laugh, drowning the beauty judges.

"call--"

After a while, the beauty judge opened her eyes, but found herself in a weird posture—

Hands clasped themselves tightly.

And because of the excitement and drama, the fullness of the chest was squeezed and even a little painful.

In response, the Persian female judge quickly released her hand, and there was a wisp of Hongxia that could not be erased.

"Really... so satisfying!"

She stared at the deep-fried buns on the plate, and then at the maker of the dessert.

"cough!"

The remaining four judges either loosened their ties or took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat.

Tang Yuqiong swallowed the last point of the dough in her hand, and her crispy mouthfeel spread all over her mouth. During chewing, she protruded her tongue and licked the juice on her lips.

"Delicious!" She also gazed at Xia Yu with contented eyes, and said, "What about the principle of vocalization?"

Xia Yu smiled and grabbed a golden bun, tearing it in half, so the inside of the fried bun was exposed to the high-definition lens.

"Huh? Fans!"

"Chopped beef!"

Many chefs thought about it~www.readwn.com~Tang Yuqiong picked up a piece of beef diced after being fried and fried, and threw it into his mouth to bite it.

Xia Yu also picked up a diced beef, and then, let go of his fingers, the diced beef fell, collided with the inner wall of the bun, and a loud noise fell to the microphone of Chiyo Aichi and spread out.

"Oh--"

The hostess exclaimed.

The audience and the chef suddenly realized, "It turned out that the diced beef collided with the inner wall!"

But more doubts.

"Why did you open the mouth, the internal juice will not be lost during frying?"

"Even after frying, the diced beef becomes lighter, where is the source of power that can cause them to hit the inner wall?"