Rebirth as a Cooking God

Two days before the countdown to the "Garden Festival", when the publicity offensive was overwhelmingly online and offline, forming a full coverage, the kitchen of Jixingliao's dormitory was full of misery.

"No, no!"

Tian Shuhui poured cold water into his mouth, and his mouth and body burned slightly.

She showed her fear and looked at the plates of tofu on the table in front of her.

"It still doesn't work!"

Xingping Chuangzheng put his chin on his chin, his eyebrows were entangled, and he also ate a spoonful of Mapo tofu, whispering vaguely while chewing: "It's very spicy, but this "spicy", I have tasted it in Chinese Culinary Research, Too much difference! "

boom!

"hateful!"

With both hands on the table, Xingping Chuangzhen has practiced, failed, and practiced for a few days in a row. Even in the big heart, there is a tendency for the mind to explode. "Why, it is obviously called "spicy", but the taste is one heaven, one underground What is missing is the depth of captive hearts! "

"Because..." Tian Suohui carefully, "I have mastered the ultimate key for a long time!"

"Xing Pingjun!"

She summoned the courage: "Let's change our minds. There is absolutely no hope of winning in the "spicy" matchup! Can't be iron! "

"No!"

Xingping Chuangzhen swept away, the flame of fighting spirit burning in his eyes, "It's not time to give up!"

He just turned around and prepared the ingredients.

Cut green peppers and sliced ​​meat, and then put back the pork and green pepper meat.

"It really doesn't work!"

Tian Suohui ate a bite, and she burst into tears, pointing to some swollen lips. She was about to cry: "No matter how much you eat, I won’t be able to recover the day after tomorrow, so how can I entertain the guests at the garden festival!"

Seeing that the situation wasn't going well, Xing Ping Chong opened her mouth, sighed her head, and unbuttoned her apron.

Jixingliao Dormitory is much quieter than usual.

Yi Sehui led the rest of the friends and went to decorate the paving, busy every morning from morning to night.

In the kitchen, even the air is filled with annoying spicy taste. Fortunately, Ping Chuang came out and breathed in the fresh air. Rarely stretched out: "Xiao Hui may be right, it is time to change the way of thinking!"

Standing at the entrance of the lobby, sweeping towards Jixingliao Courtyard.

On the table and chairs outside in the shade of the trees, there was a young girl sitting quietly, with a small tray in front of her, a few plates of exquisite homemade desserts, and a cup of afternoon tea.

The girl was looking at something with her mobile phone, relishing it, from time to time her eyes seemed to be immersed in her own world and thinking.

Seeing this, Xingping Chuangzhen said hello:

"Morita, don't you go to the construction site of the store in Chuo Ward?"

When I was disturbed, the girl was not annoyed. She looked up and smiled: "Yi Yichang makes me take a good rest. He, after two days, I may not be able to stop busy, let me rejuvenate."

Fortunately, Ping Chuang was stunned, and then smiled bitterly.

"Yes!"

He added a complicated sentence in his heart: "No wonder that Yi Shichang relied on him. With Morita's selection in the autumn to win the fame of the leader, many guests outside the school will patronize her fame.

After all, it's not a grudge-like dragon's feet, but Xingping's ability to adjust his emotions can be described as abnormal. Immediately put on a sunny smile:

"What are you looking at?"

He was close to the table and wowed out, "Comics?"

Even if there is no entertainment cell, I don’t listen to songs, play games, or watch animations. I completely put my mind on the cooking class, which is now full of pig feet. It is also attracted by the enlarged color page comics on the mobile phone screen.

Coincidentally, Morita’s fair-skinned fingers turned to the last page, and the screen popped up like this:

"No more."

"Ah, after reading it again, remind me more!" Morita mumbled.

"let me see!"

Fortunately, Ping Chong Zhen suddenly became interested.

Because this is a coloring page of gourmet food, the serial plot is reaching the highlights, and the teenager presents exclusive dishes to the discerning guests. It is a spicy dish decorated with bright red like flames!

Chinese cuisine!

Morita did not give him his mobile phone, but just threw him an online reading address, "Look for yourself."

When finished, sip tea and snacks, eyes narrowed slightly comfortably.

She is observing Xingping Chuangzheng.

For a while.

"How?" Zhen Xi asked in a low voice.

Xingping Chuangzhen is still dumbfounded, staring at the full-color cartoon published by an anonymous author on his Twitter, muttering to himself: "...The Shu people are not afraid of spiciness, the Hunan people are not afraid of spiciness, and the Guizhou people are afraid of not spicy. People in these 6 regions of China are so eager to pursue the extreme spiciness, not only the Shu people have a spicy eating habit!"

He looked down.

Hump-backed old guests tasted a kind of red oil dumplings with chopsticks, which immediately became an expression of enjoyment.

Here is the inner monologue of the chef and operator of the shop:

"Sure enough addicted!"

Realistic small fresh style, the protagonist of the eyebrows and clear eyes, so fist: "The sense of taste is physiologically defined as five kinds of sweet, bitter, sour, salty and delicious, so "spicy" is not physiological Taste and taste are strictly painful! "

"The spicy taste is different from the organ that can sense the sense of taste. This kind of thing that is separated from the physiological system is actually captured by the vanilla-based receptor..."

"More accurately, chili contains something called capsaicin, which circumvents the tongue and reacts with the vanillin of the neurons in the body to produce a burning sensation, so a spicy taste is formed!"

"As for the cause of addiction..."

Xingping Chuangzhen looked down with wide eyes and couldn't help saying: "The strong spicy taste will stimulate the brain and let the brain release the secretion of epinephrine endorphin, which is the so-called addiction to the strong spicy food!"

"So it turns out!"

Unknown author, with the voice of the protagonist, conveys very professional knowledge of cooking. Fortunately, Ping Chuang Zhen read it back and forth a dozen times, and every time I read it, I realized that "Spicy is such a tangled dish!"

Fortunately, Xingping, who lacks basic theoretical knowledge, seems to have taken a course on spiciness. His heart is full of joy of harvest.

What a professional!

This is Xing Ping's strong impression of the comic content.

Suddenly, fortunately, Heiji feels indifferent to things other than cooking.

"And this red oil dumpling, Chinese cuisine..."

Look down and look up again after a while. Fortunately, Ping Chuang's real eyes reveal a strong eagerness to try. "Good details! Try to restore! My garden festival menu is not allowed to add this recipe!"

He turned and strode the meteor into the house.

Morita watched him disappear, and looked slightly upward at the corner of his eyes, revealing a fox-like smile.

"Sure enough, a new reader has joined!"

In the eyes of the girl is a smile from the heart.

For the anonymous little author who followed dozens of people on Twitter~www.readwn.com~ Zhenxi seems to know.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

A short message is sent out.

The comics have just started serialization a few days ago and are updated daily. The theme is small and fresh style with small and fresh content. There is no killing and killing. The setting is simple and the scene is simple. Only the protagonist inherits the daily small interaction between the shop and various diners. The story, apart from the warmth, also baptizes people with very professional cooking knowledge.

At least, Maki feels good-looking, and her heart is also surrounded by a series of cooking close-ups, which stimulates a strong impulse to practice.

This is really a little piece of practice?

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