Rebirth as a Cooking God

"Inexplicable!"

Turning around and going back to the kitchen, it seems to be preparing dishes from the back of the bar. Actually, Xia Yu struggled to hold his inner smile and almost laughed out loud.

Law purpose?

Maybe it was time and space, or maybe I didn’t personally look at the appearance of the Chinese world on this plane. In short, Xia Yu doesn’t have a cold on what the leading law and order is.

As he said earlier, the aircraft carrier cannon is much more useful than the law.

and many more!

However, Xia Yu's eyes are slightly dignified. If he is connected to the mysterious "qi" of this world, and the already existing and gradually expanding group of food tyrant chefs, the so-called gourmet cell owners...

The leader of the Forbidden City in the Chinese world definitely has the "strength" that dominates a domain. Is this strength a culinary skill, or is it derived from other unknowns?

Xia Yu was curious.

"Leave it alone!"

But just thinking about it, Xia Yu shrugged his shoulders, throwing away the excess and not thinking about it, only focusing on the fourth dish at the banquet tonight.

After all, to return to China, the final dinner was not only impossible to mess up, but was also prosperous enough to shock.

The other end.

At the door of the shop, Wei Qinglian was quite surprised to see Xia Yu back to the kitchen.

This young man does not bird her, and even ignores the leading law.

The faucet law is relatively fictitious, just a password, and Wei Qinglian, as a living person, really feels Xia Yu's indifferent attitude towards her at this time.

In the high position in the Chinese world, was used to being chased by young talents like seniors. Wei Qinglian was stunned for a long time before his eyes appeared annoyed.

"Good wild boy!"

She couldn't help but whisper.

"I've done it!" Zhu Qing even throws his hand away, "Go back and tell that person, without his decree, shall we go back to the head office of our own?"

"Hurry up!"

After talking, Zhu Qing walked back to the bar and sat down, giving Wei Qinglian the head.

After being chased, Wei Qinglian was at the door, thinking about the leader's task, and was annoyed by Zhu Qing's and Xia Yu's attitudes. At this time, neither going nor staying was awkward.

The three Chinese chefs confront each other in Chinese, and there are only a few people in the store who understand the situation.

Jixingliao this table.

"Who is this woman?" Yoshino Yuki said indignantly, "It seems that he came to find something!"

Tian Suohui listened to her deliberately amplify her voice and was so scared that she quickly covered her partner’s mouth and turned pale: "You Ji sauce, you can't say that, this lady may understand, let's not fan the flames again!"

"In other words, what is the bandage on her hand?" Ryoko was puzzled.

The most knowledgeable Shinji Marui, pushing the black-framed glasses, and the detective reasoning flashing in her eyes, "Her hands are obviously well-trained and very generous, unlike women’s hands, but unfortunately, if there is no such layer Bandages, many things can be analyzed by the palm of the hand..."

"As such, she looks like she's been practicing sword skill all the year round?"

A group of people think.

For Wei Qinglian, Shi Jie also started a discussion.

"Is there any female chef in China?"

"I can't find information!" Ruishan Zhijin also put down her mobile phone, "her life history can't be found on the Internet."

"Is that Wei Qinglian's name correct? Is it possible that she appeared in public under other identities and names?" Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning, who can listen and speak Chinese, frowned.

Simultaneously.

Hostess, Dojima Silver and Caibo City Ichiro also started the conversation.

"Jiichiro, you have been wandering around all these years, do you have this Chinese female chef in your memory?" asked Dojima Yin.

Caibo City Ichiro resisted his chin for a long time, and shook his head with the same concern about his son, "No memory!"

The sage Karl and Yaqie Xianwei, who were at the bar, looked at each other.

"like……"

Zhe Xianxian Zuoweimen is also not sure, he has a good memory. It was probably a few years ago. At a large national banquet in China, I heard the name of the giant at the same table. It seems that it is the chef of the national banquet. What?"

Carl nodded. "It should be."

The two were silent.

The banquet continued.

Xia Yu prepares the fourth course, and everyone in the store is enjoying a hot grilled paella.

One by one, the tin foil bags were loosely tied and the mouths of the bags opened.

At Jixingliao’s table, the friends were blown away with the spice of hot spices. Yoshino Yuki’s mouth had drooling marks on his mouth and was impatient. He took a bowl and spoon, stood up and scooped back a bowl of seafood. rice.

Just about to eat, the eyes from behind, but let her motion stiff.

"stare--"

Yoshino Yuki twisted, whispering in his heart, that strange woman has not left yet?

The thought was just a flash, holding the spoon, the mouth full of hot rice grains swallowed, "stare at"

Another feeling of staring.

In the eyes, with grievances or other things, Yoshino Yuki felt uncomfortable.

Snapped!

The sound of chopsticks throwing on the table.

The meal was affected by the strange sight, and Zhu Qing could not bear it the most.

"You haven't left yet?" Zhu Qing shouted, turning away from the stool to the woman standing at the door of the store, who was extremely disgusted, "Go and go, don't stand and watch others eat!"

Think about it. There is a strange woman with no expression on the dinner table. Can't anyone eat it?

"stare--"

Qingxian did not have an emotional sight, and answered Zhu Qing.

"..."

Zhu Qing was full of blue muscles, and his heart was almost going away. "I stare at you a ghost! What do you see?"

The unusual dining situation in the store also fell in the eyes of Xia Yu.

There is no binge.

The tin foil bags are all opened, and some guests have scooped back the baked paella with a bowl, but no one used chopsticks or spoons to eat a little rice.

"This woman..."

Xia Yu couldn't make the fourth course anymore, his mouth twitched violently, "It's a humanoid rotten egg! Banquet destroyer!"

Boom.

At this time, in Xia Yu's surprised eyes, Sage Karl and Xian Zuoweimen looked at each other. Xian Zuoweimen raised his hand and knocked on the glass in front of the bar counter. Xia Yu could only open a window.

"Let her come in." Zhexian Zuoweimen said in an unquestionable tone, "After all, she is a master chef and should be given sufficient courtesy."

Royal kitchen?

Xia Yu was quite surprised.

"In this era, is there any identity like a master chef?" He was puzzled.

"Remaining in Ouchi, the head chef of the national banquet, what is not the master chef?" Instead, Xian Zuoweimen looked at him strangely.

Sage Carl also nodded at him: "Care to her is to respect her cooking. No matter why she comes from, from the perspective of cooking, she is worthy of your seat."

Xia Yu shrugged, and the two gangsters opened their mouths, and there was no resistance in him.

Is this a downhill borrowed donkey?

Exactly ~www.readwn.com~ This woman, standing like a rotten egg at the door of the store, severely damages the banquet atmosphere. It is already the limit to turn it away. If you are rude, the style of painting may change suddenly. Street Fighter in the realistic version of Tokyo.

And again.

Thickness means torn the face completely, and one more dead enemy.

If he didn't return to his country, there would be one more dead enemy. Even if Xia Yu was fearless, he would unavoidably whisper. What's special, labor and capital really have a mocking face that is the enemy of the world?

Zhu Qing's breath was almost gone, and he whispered near the bar window: "A Yu, can you remember the old man's advice?"

"Pity yourself! Be cautious!"

Ok.

The self-confessed Xia Yu decided to follow the flow.

"You, come in--"

So, Wei Qinglian at the shop door saw the teenager in the window of the bar and pointed her finger at her.