Rebirth as a Cooking God

In the TV picture, the stars are shining brightly.

Xia Yu stopped at the table in Ye Feizhou's lounge, glanced at it casually, and saw the lens just give Chen Yang a close-up, hey: "It's him!"

"he?"

Ye Feizhou wondered, "Are you acquaintances?"

"Well, it's a friend of mine, should I talk about cooking, I think his cooking is not worse than Wuxiu."

After hearing this, Ye Feizhou suddenly calmed down.

Not worse than the five shows, the implication is not a super first-class rookie chef.

"You pay attention to his dishes--"

Xia Yu Nunu mouth.

Ok?

Ye Feizhou fixed his eyes on Chen Yang, who was wearing a western-style chef's suit. Why did he say that the duel was going to a fierce stage, because Chen Yang was finishing the cooking work. Obviously, the duel was coming to an end and a victory was about to be drawn.

The camera scans Chen Yang's food, a dazzling light!

The ingredients are shining. Of course, this "flash" is not the "flash", but the color of the ingredients.

It was a plate of fruit salad, full of Western-style food, with strawberries, apples, pears, and many strange things that the audience could not name.

Moreover, strawberries, apples and pears are just as strange, as they are not ordinary varieties that people can come into contact with in their daily lives.

"He is a food master chef!"

Witnessing this scene, Ye Feizhou lost his voice.

Xia Yu nodded.

For food tyrants and chefs, the style of painting is the two extremes, one is restrained like ink painting, and the other is true and gorgeous in Western oil painting, as long as it is not blind, it can be distinguished.

Ye Feizhou's pupils contracted slightly, "Ten years ago, the Chinese food tyrant circle was seriously injured. The group of people dispersed, and they went abroad, let alone super first-class rookie celebrities. These years, the dazzling food tyrants are rising stars. There aren’t a few... No, there are none at all!"

In this regard, Xia Yu only has one sentence: "His last name is Chen."

Surname Chen?

At this moment, Ye Feizhou was hard to calm down, breathing a suffocation, "The chef of the food master, and the surname Chen, has a superb cooking skill..."

These factors are superimposed together, and the clues all point to the descendant of the surnamed Qi Linzi of Chen ten years ago.

"He is the son of Chen Dingbang and Lin Qingfeng?!"

The palm that hangs on the side is slightly clenched.

Aware of this small detail, Xia Yu secretly said that Ye Feizhou also understood the grievances between the Chen family and the dragon head.

However, Chen Dingbang had long since died. The widow and his son who had not yet grown up chose to return to China at this time. This decision seemed a bit foolish to Xia Yu.

"Done, done!"

The voice of the master of ceremonies was broadcast live on TV, with a slight tremor, and was obviously shocked by Chen Yang's performance.

Not to mention the master of ceremonies, the stadium was almost deadly silent.

It's so dazzling!

This is the people's first impression of Chen Yang's dishes. Chen Yang's dazzling dishes are on the stage. If you pay attention to it, it is not difficult to find the fruit salad on this plate. You haven't poured his own special salad sauce, this bottle of salad sauce is just Packed in a sealed glass bottle, it naturally becomes the focus of the audience due to the little green flash that comes with it.

"What is that sauce?"

"What a mysterious look, is it a secret weapon he prepared?"

"This man's surname is Chen, it's a terrible look, why was he previously unknown in the Chinese world!"

Soon, the stadium was full of discussions.

In the guest room, Lin Qingfeng listened to others discussing her son, and the expression on her face became complicated. She looked at the several chair chairs that were always focused by the lights, and then at the old man centered on the judging table. It deserves such attention and discussion. He is the son of Chen Dingbang and the young dragon inheriting the eleventh-generation Kirinzi culinary talent. The Chinese community should have Xiaoyang's voice..."

It seemed to be aware of Lin Qingfeng's sight, the faucet frowned, looked up at the guest rooms lit on all sides, looking for someone, and after a while Fang bowed his head to examine Chen Yang's work.

There was a burst of applause.

Sage Karl praised: "I didn't expect to see such an orthodox food tyrant cuisine on the top stage of the rookie in the Chinese world."

"This, don't look like it looks like an apple. It's actually called apple cherry. Because it combines malic acid and the sweetness of cherries, it sells very well in Western countries. Our IGO's large farm in Denmark's headquarters has opened up in the past two years. Many specialized planting areas, but still can not fill the huge demand vacancy..."

Wei Qinglian frowned slightly, pointing to a banana on the plate that had a different style and seemed to have been grilled. He said, "What is this?"

"Oh, it's called banana tenderloin, and it tastes better after grilling."

With that, Carl picked up the dots in the corner of the plate, as if it were a bunch of flowers used as a decoration on the plate. The movement was soft, breaking a small golden petal and handing it to Lan Fengxian next to him, blinking: "Try it , It will make you appetite, and it’s a perfect appetizer!"

Lan Fengxian swallowed the petals hesitantly.

Chewing teeth is not soft and silent to eat petals, just like eating melons and fruits, puffy puffy, the mouth is overflowing juice.

At the same time, the abundant juice releases a unique taste in the mouth, which is very similar to the taste of garlic, stimulates the taste buds, and makes Lan Fengxian have a wonderful sense of suddenly refreshing and appetite.

The panel of judges remained silent for a while, and five people were eating bizarre flower-like ingredients.

"What about this, what is it?" The faucet pointed at the salad dressing bottle for a while.

Chen Yang did not fear the sight of the above faucets and said, "Broccoli sap!"

Sage Karl shook.

The other four judges frowned, "Broccoli is just broccoli, there are trees? And it's sap..."

All doubts stopped abruptly.

Chen Yang smiled and twisted the lid of the glass bottle.

In a short time, the long-established Longmen Pavilion is like a green raindrop sprinkled with pours, a refreshing and natural breath comparable to the might of nature, sweeping everyone's nose and sweeping the body and mind.

The air is quiet.

"What's that?!" Ye Feizhou's face was slightly horrified. "Just the juice of the original ingredients can cause such a large amount of smell to cover?"

"Zhao Zhen's fourth seat, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is in danger!"

In his own words, he suddenly found that his side was very quiet.

what.

Ye Feizhou turned his head, only to see the back of Xia Yu hiding the door, he opened his mouth, da da, but the sound of footsteps went away.

...

"Well!"

Walking on the silent promenade in the background, Xia Yu yawned.

"Boring!"

Not from his own arrogance, but from the perspective of Xia Yu, regardless of Chen Yang and Zhao Zhen, their culinary interpretation and cooking works, under his naturally super-visual talent, is like wearing no clothes, naked, and no privacy Location.

Therefore, this is not interesting.

Glorious, there was no deep ditch to attract him to explore, Xia Yu thought that there was no reason to sit down and appreciate it seriously.

Or to put it in a more irritating way, adults, and then look back at primary school brawls, is it interesting? Do whatever you want to do. Passing time will be taught by reality. Xia Yu had a further sense of urgency, and was afraid of suddenly encountering an old monster who looked at him disgustingly. It could only be said that the water in China was too deep, not the fish pond where the top special chef in Dongying could get away.

In addition, there are more interesting things, such as the prize for the inspection task.

Which two newly added seven-star knives, specific use, can strengthen his skill of the knife?

and many more.

The source recipe fragment of the mission reward is "Break of the Devil" or "Mother Sunball"? This is related to the direction of his future attack, which is guided by an arrow.

Too much thought, yawning and passing the corner of the corridor. After this corner is the dedicated lounge. I didn't expect a slender thigh to carry the sound of the wind, just like a whip.

Xia Yu raised his hand in a block style and scolded out: "Worri, which old Yin Yin is this, how much hatred is there, and it catches my vision!"