Rebirth as a Cooking God

A trial dish under a lens stopped abruptly.

Tang Yuqiong didn't know when to turn off the live broadcast, only the CCTV food station's interview camera was still working normally.

Doorway to the bathroom.

"Boom!"

Wandering at the door for a while, the uneasy Yuan Yun knocked on the door again and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Mother, can't you hurry anymore?"

The sound of the toilet flushed faintly across the door.

After a while, Yuan Lanzhi dressed up neatly, raised her hand and knocked on her daughter's forehead. "I didn't tell you to wait, you have no patience. Wouldn't it be nice to sit there in the past?"

Yuan Yun suddenly said: "I'm afraid to disturb Chef Xia's interview!"

Yuan Lanzhi had a hint of teasing in his eyes, after all, he didn't pierce the girl's already thin skin. This is clearly anxious and shy, and you need to be accompanied by your mother to be at ease.

Yuan Yun pulled his mother's arm and walked two steps forward, but stopped suddenly, turning his head up and down to look at Yuan Lanzhi. Until the woman's face became thin and angry, the girl spoke out and whispered: " Having said that, mom, are you really okay?"

"You just have a problem, don't look at what you just looked like, your face is drooling, and when the matter spreads, I see how you will face the classmates when you return to Jinling."

Obviously, the girl wanted to grab the handle of her mother, but when the woman said something, she drove the girl crazy.

"what!"

After hearing this, Yuan Yun covered her face in shame, thinking of a group of friends pointing around her, the scene was terrifying just by imagination, she stomped her feet and said: "Huh, if they dare to laugh at me, I will also take their What happened! Come on, hurt each other!"

Seeing her daughter fall into her own words, the woman glanced sideways at the bathroom, her eyes blinking.

In the main house, an exclusive interview is ongoing.

The courtyard of Zhao’s Winery, the interior decoration is elegant and needless to say, no need for extra background layout, a square table full of Chinese style, two chairs, Xia Yu and Qi Qingyan, sitting across the table, the camera tightly Two people.

At the end of the interview, the established platform was gone, Qi Qingyan played on the spot, throwing a question, and staring closely at the young and charming face: "Ms. Tang did the live broadcast just now, and it is definitely the whole network at this time. It’s a sensation, can you elaborate on the recipe of the eel soup? In addition, I am also very curious about your recent focus on cooking fish soup. What is the reason for you to cook Master Xia every day?"

Speaking of which, Qi Qingyan changed his previous gentleness, his eyes were sharp and his tone was low: "Is it because of the strong enemy that will be faced in the top 20 ranking competition?"

She bit the word "strong enemy" very seriously.

The cameraman was very clever. When Qi Qingyan asked, he first gave Xia Yu a close-up of his face. When he didn't respond, he immediately turned his focus. The camera flew towards Zhu Qing and Tang Yuqiong sitting at the corner of the room.

Zhu Qing was indifferent, but Tang Yuqiong changed color slightly, and this detail undoubtedly fell in the lens.

"Strong enemy?"

Xia Yu just smiled, did not deny, and did not respond positively.

But in his heart, he smiled.

Studying this kind of thing, apart from the external oppression, it is suddenly a whim, and there is interest, is it right?

Of course, with such frivolous words, he didn't say it, one was unnecessary, and secondly, his name as a "boy devil" became louder and louder. Xia Yu didn't think it was a good thing, especially, that Before he returned to China, a Chinese leader sent a special envoy to convey the word of mouth. This has been like a thorn in Xia Yu's heart.

I'm all back, where are you old man?

These days, such an idea has always been entrenched in the mind. Xia Yu couldn't help but send a voice of grievance to the high-ranking Chinese ruler, "Something to say, don't hide it, labor and capital will be uncomfortable!"

and.

A pair of eyes that were secretly concerned made Xia Yu uncomfortable. How many old guys noticed him?

"Chef Xia, Chef Xia..."

Qi Qingyan wakes up the young man with divergent thinking.

"Oh, I was distracted just now, do you ask for recipes? Right? Ordinary medicinal soup, eel processing process is also very simple, slaughtered, washed, cut into pieces, and then boiled with hot medicinal soup to remove the muddy smell of meat With the blood gas, the next step is to stir fry with fat, green onion and oil, and finally throw the fried eel into the casserole and cook the soup..."

After talking, Xia Yu got up from the chair and stretched out a big lazy waist, "It's finally over!"

Qi Qingyan stood up and reminded me a little embarrassedly: "There is another question. What is the reason why you are studying in such a closed day and night, strong enemy?"

"Strong enemy?"

Xia Yu's arms stretched lazily, stopped in the air, and the face on the side was filled with confusion, which was never pretended, "Who?"

Qi Qingyan opened his mouth, but because he was the Huadan of the CCTV food station, and was conducting an exclusive interview with famous chefs, at this time the named surname reminded that it was not the fuse that lit the explosive barrel. Forcing it up, the food court is not human inside and out.

Can't lead the battle!

This thought prevented Qi Qingyan from spitting out that person's name, but in his heart, Qi Qingyan silently added: "In the Chinese world, you are a strong enemy of the younger generation, only the "China Five Shows", especially that one Ye Feizhou, the leading disciple of the thunder king for several consecutive years! "

After the interview, and being treated to chic cuisine, Qi Qingyan left in a hurry, feeling a little panicked.

"Hey!"

Tang Yuqiong was dissatisfied. "You guys, haven't you put our "China Five Shows" in your eyes? Come and come, let me have a halberd warm-up first, let you see the progress of the old lady, Don't think that you have been running, and we are standing still! "

"Shiji warm up?"

"Old lady?"

"Huh, the momentum is not weak!"

Xia Yu, who was about to cross the door, stopped and lifted his fingers to the three servings of claypot eel soup on the corner tray. He said with a smile, "Come on, you have tasted all three soups first, we Then sit back and urge the knee to talk about the halberd provision."

噔噔!

There was a softness at the feet, Tang Yuqiong's superb strength that just condensed, and suddenly weakened, "Why, what, I just talk about it, who wants to eat your dark food? Don't try to poison me!"

Her fingers kept stirring a strand of hair in her ears, her eyes fluttering, and the obvious fear of "dark cooking" was written in her eyes.

"I will never eat eel again!" Tang Yuqiong silently vomited.

"Hey, it's really a woman with eel!"

Xia Yu smiled and waved away.

Yuan Yun and Yuan Lanzhi's mother and daughter had just arrived from the end of the promenade, but Xia Yu walked away. The girl could only indulge the gods in her heart to enter the kitchen and close the door again. Her lips twitched a few times. Juvenile please keep your words.

Zhu Qing akimbo told Yuan Lanzhi: "Lanzhi, we haven't seen you for several years. I heard that you have been the dean of the Yuan Ling cooking school in Jinling..."

Two women of similar age found a chair and sat down to reminisce.

...

After three days, the annual election on New Year's Day will finally go to the last game.

When the top 30 battles were in the hot stage, there was a surprise voice in the Baiyulou manor industry on the outskirts of Shanghai, echoing from the cooking room to the villa.

"Master Wei!"

"Master Wei!"

The study room, Long Vener Wei An, is staring at the laptop screen, and is repeatedly watching a game tape instead of the top 30 knockout games that are being broadcast live on the entire network. "This perch medicine soup is indeed a Lin-level work. The image of the formula of the spear and shield in the two chapters','Salty Bean Sauce' ~www.readwn.com~ is simply a stroke of spirit, spirituality!"

The shouts approaching quickly outside the door shocked Wei An. In the short moment that the figure of the apprentice shook in, Wei An clapped the lid of the notebook and closed the computer.

Crackle.

However, due to lack of control, the notebook was closed, but there was a slap print on the surface of the lid.

Seeing this, Wei An's eyebrows twitched.

Without further thought, the notebook must be broken. For the Longzun who is used to frugality, there is a trace of irritability ripples when he sees that he has broken things.

"Flying boat, what's the matter?" Wei An grinned.

Ye Feizhou, who has always kept the etiquette, broke into the study room without knocking on the door this time. Thick joy was written on his face. He adjusted his breath with a tremble: "Master Wei, I, I touched it!"

boom!

Another palm, the laptop on the desk snapped and flashed with electricity.