Rebirth as a Cooking God

Chen Yang was sitting at the bar, the blonde next to him, and there were not many places left in the storefront.

"Ok?"

There was also a person not far from the bar. Hearing the movement and raising his head, Chen Yang noticed the other person's line of sight and looked subconsciously, then stunned.

Thick black shawl, wearing a black robe.

The point is, a face is covered with an iron mask, revealing only a pair of scary eyes.

Isn't this the "Dragon Trainer" Star, one of the eight giants of the Gourmet Club?

With a heartbeat, Chen Yang said in a messy heart: "Isn't this Star still at the North American headquarters two days ago, when the leader called the eight giants to discuss, no one was absent!"

There is only one possibility, Star just arrived in the past two days, and Chen Yang happened to meet him at the Christmas food festival.

Nodded each other, no words.

Chen Yang knew Star, and Star naturally knew Lin Qingfeng's only son. Moreover, Chen Yang himself was also a dazzling rookie in the gourmet meeting, leading the "Tiger Head Meeting".

Look back at the mulled wine and roasted chestnuts.

A glass of red wine, steaming.

Spice wine is not difficult to cook, the additives are on the one hand, on the other hand, just heat slowly, pay attention to the temperature not to exceed the boiling point of alcohol, then a pot of red wine is boiled out of ten.

Now sitting down and sniffing the taste, Chen Yang is even more certain: "This spice wine is not simple!"

Why?

Out of the olfactory judgment of a top-level chef, just sniffing, Chen Yang's eyes seem to break through this white Christmas and see the colorful dream world.

"Try it!"

Suddenly, Star's voice came: "Perhaps through this glass of wine, you know where you are from him."

Chen Yang looked shocked, didn't he?

Holding the cup in both hands, he took a sip without hesitation.

The wine is very hot, but not hot.

But in an instant, Chen Yang's mouth was violently shocked, as if bombarded by a meteorite rain.

The black-brown pupils are stained by a torrent of color, and in the torrent, there are fruits such as apples, oranges, lemons, etc., as well as star anise, cinnamon and cinnamon sticks.

The color has become a supporting role. At the moment in the torrent, the fruits and spices that are usually seen everywhere are the protagonists, making Chen Yang feel that these ordinary ingredients have changed, and all of them have been sacred and radiant.

It’s terrifying to become a god’s ingredients.

The shock that I saw and heard was completely written on my face. Chen Yang sipped from mouth to mouth, unknowingly, the wine glass in his palm had bottomed out.

"what--"

It wasn't until the last bite that he couldn't help exhaling, releasing the strange power accumulated in his mouth.

Bang Bang Bang!

The faintly changing magic sound, the army of fruits and spices screamed naughtily from the mist, Chen Yang was caught off guard, surrounded by this fantasy army, he looked up and down the bar, looked around, his eyes showed a copy Stupefied and unbelievable.

"They, come out?" murmured.

"Why, did you find the color?" Star said again, apparently following Chen Yang.

"color?"

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yang knew that a Lin giant would not question for no reason, so he thought about it carefully and then organized the words: "Apples, oranges and lemons, there are many kinds of spices, which are colored in themselves..."

"Ha ha."

Star just said lightly: "In daily life, these colors, you will pay attention and be infected with them?"

Chen Yang bowed his head silently.

At the same time, his eyes were filled with surprise.

Yes indeed!

Even if the common ingredients are colorful, if you want to pry the food appetite chef's appetite through the appearance, or further let the chef see what food scenery is through the color, it is simply a fantasy.

But why did this glass of Christmas mulled wine do it?

Someone patted him on the shoulder.

Chen Yang suddenly turned his head, but saw another Lin giant "burning purple rose", Andrea raised a smile at him: "Chen Yang, do you taste Chef Xia's "Seven-color Snow Maiden"? "

"Uh?" Chen Yang was stunned. After two or three seconds, he suddenly awakened. No wonder the name is a bit familiar. He has watched it under the overwhelming news reports in recent days, but Chen Yang is more puzzled. , "I know "Seven Color Snow Maiden" is the most popular product of Chef Xia's Farm, but does it have anything to do with the mulled wine at Christmas Food Festival tonight? "

"Why, it turns out that you haven't drank the "Seven-Color Snow Maiden", then you may not be able to eat it, because the key rainbow key disappeared into the colorful torrent, and you need to find it yourself and pursue the mystery. "

Andrea suddenly lost interest, shook his hand, and returned to his position to sit down.

Uh!

Chen Yang was not choked.

What is the relationship between the two!

He wanted to run away, looking at the empty glass on the table, his throat could not help rolling, there was a voice asked: Can I continue the glass?

not far away.

Zhu Qing, sitting stupefied, looked at Chen Yang, and said, "Another one was stupid!"

Dojima Silver and Ichiro Ichiro were exchanging tasting experiences.

"Chiroichiro, you can eat it, and the food meaning contained in the egg custard that day is exactly the same, letting ordinary ingredients shine!"

Caibo City Ichiro nodded, his eyes deep, and he kept looking at the wine shop outside the house. The young chef who continued to cook mulled wine slowly said: "However, this time there are ordinary ingredients show, we are full of people. Fantasy temperament is given by "fantasy", you can also eat it, silver?"

Dojima Silver smiled slightly and nodded after a while.

"There is some familiarity."

In this sentence, Dojima Yin said that Alice, who was sitting beside her parents and Xian Zuoweimen, was also whispering.

Hearing the words, Xian Zuoweimen's eyes flashed, and his granddaughter must be looking at him: "Alice, can you talk about the familiarity in your heart?"

Alice had something straight in her heart, and she said immediately, "Grandpa, haven't you eaten it? I always think that ordinary ingredients and fantasy ingredients are combined into one. Your "Magic Ramen" recipe is the same. The instructor used that recipe to cook the ramen that night. What I ate was also a sense of harmony. There was no abrupt place!"

The speaker speaks quickly, but the listener intends.

Yachi Zongwei secretly took a deep breath beside him, wouldn't he...

Xian Zuoweimen said happily: "Alice, what are the fantasy ingredients in this spice wine?"

Alice is not so embarrassed to tongue out ~www.readwn.com~ Jiao said: "Grandpa, I can't eat it!"

Hey!

Xian Zuowei's face was irreproachable, but he smiled, but he sighed.

He almost listened to all the talks in the room, but even the old-fashioned Lin Kitchen like Stara and Andrea, only vaguely caught the key that disappeared, but to the power of hiding the key, Know nothing.

He suddenly thought of the half-sentence poem of Poetry Saint: Run Wu was silent.

Of course, the first half of the sentence should not be forgotten.

When almost all the guests can't eat the so-called spice structure and spice mix, and think that everything they see and hear is so natural, it is the embodiment of cooking.

Yi Qixian Zuoweimen was inexplicably sentimented, and thought of a sentence in Daode Jing, he could not help but whisper:

"The sound is loud, the elephant is invisible..."