Rebirth as a Cooking God

"Try it--"

This is the third time Xia Yu has said this to Huang He.

Huang He's face flashed a bit of grimace, would he not understand the intention of Xia Yu's operation?

In fact, "kick the pavilion" is not a halberd, the Dragon Kitchen jury is equivalent to no use, there is no right to vote to decide the outcome. The jury is presented to the general public to make the victory and defeat authoritative.

The real way to decide the outcome is-

Taste each other!

This is similar to the brutal fighting in the ancient Roman arena. If one side wins, it means that the other side is hammered to death!

"Humph!" Huang He sneered. "Are you going to use cooking to make me bow your head? I recognize all luminous dishes and respect those who can cook luminous dishes. Maybe your cooking, your dishes, It's infinitely close to the dragon level, but what I want to tell you is that the spirit is not as simple as you think!"

"You don't even understand why'eating spirits'!"

"It's far away!"

Four silences.

Listening to the high-profile veteran dragon chefs, the celebrities present here have nothing to say except the dragon chefs, which are less than ten exponents.

Yeah, the mystery that made the distance between Long Kitchen and Lin Kitchen is ‘food spirit’.

But what is ‘Eating Spirit’?

"Spirit food..." Dojima silver, the hostess and others will be complicated. This answer may require them to search for it in their very poor life, and may eventually disappear with their eyes closed.

"Master Huang, you should try it."

Yan Qi interjected.

Xia Qing silently pulled on the shirt, the words are very simple, just four words: "chew, taste."

Except that the leader Zhu Ji didn't show his attitude, the dragon chefs of this jury opened their mouths one after another.

This scene fell in the eyes of the audience, in the live broadcast.

People’s hearts beat violently, and terrible thoughts occupy their minds—

Did the situation turn around?

no doubt.

The bursting clothes of Zhonglong Kitchen and the persuasion of Huang He expressed their excitement. They wanted to spread the emotions shared in the stories in their hearts, and again made the square silent.

The yellow crane's forehead was filled with green muscles, and he couldn't help shouting: "Shut up for me!"

It was quiet near the dining table.

He glanced at Wu Tong, the celestial star, who knows that Wu Tong dodges his eyes and turns his head quickly. This detail makes Huang He feel awkward.

With a little silence, Huang He took a step forward, and suddenly his eyes were full of oppression. He said to Xia Yu: "You may have the capital to confront a dragon chef, but if the dragon chef loses to you, it only means that he The foundation is unstable."

Xia Yu heard the subtext of this sentence.

It is nothing more than a declaration-he Huang He is an old dragon chef, not a newcomer bullied by your little devil.

Gee!

Xia Yu smiled and did not respond, watching Huang He pick up the chopsticks.

On the dinner plate, a few pieces of roasted pigeon meat, dipped in sauce and dripping with water, picked up a piece of yellow crane, and immediately a soft sauce smell hit the nose, and a layer of dignity appeared in his eyes. "The taste of this sauce ...Oh, what's the matter!"

As the meat approached his mouth, the yellow crane sweated and his breath became quite messy.

When the meat is under your eyes.

Suddenly, Huang He's pupils contracted, and on the golden barbecue surface, the layer of sauce, and the rich but very soft taste loomed, faintly, like a delicate woman's palm, fierce He held Huang He's ruddy cheeks.

"Goodong--"

The throat knot rolled and the meat pieces were imported.

In an instant, the pupil was burned by flames, and his clothes also cracked, but the tight lines of Huang He's face turned soft, bringing a warm heat flow from the mouth to the body.

Warm.

what.

A whisper flew out of the throat, and the flame in front of him turned into a bonfire.

It's crackling.

Firewood burned and spattered flame stars, and the sound spread in the deep cave. Huang He found himself turned into a tired traveler. Outside the cave was a rain curtain. He was soaked all over, his clothes were all taken off, and he was shrinking his hands and feet to warm up before the campfire. When the warmth of the flames expelled the cold from the body, Huang He closed his eyes gently, his expression named joy and happiness.

"Call, call, call..."

The wind of winter.

The picture in my mind changed suddenly, and it reached the ice and snow. Huang He became a lonely person in Baixue World, stumbled and finally snailed in a fisherman's hut on the lake. When the outside snowstorm hit him, he set up a fire again, and his frozen body was gradually returning to consciousness.

Huang He looked at the long night outside the hut, the outside was dark, and occasionally there were wolves roaring. He looked down at the fire again, as if there were only bright and safe areas in the world.

"He'er!"

The sudden cry made Huang He nervous.

"Master--" Huang He looked at the tall figure standing in front of the kitchen counter in amazement.

The man in the chef's costume turned his back to him, his face was blurred, and he said without looking back: "From today, you are my official disciple, and the apprentice has changed."

"This first class is the flame, that is, the fire."

"Huohou is a culinary skill, the most profound and endless skill, it is the beginning and end of all cooking. When you really know it, your chef career can only be regarded as the beginning."

Wen Run's male voice continued: "Did you see the charcoal stove on the table? Just use this stove to grill!"

"Make me a dish with flame taste!"

Yellow crane missed, the smell of fire? He walked two steps and looked down at the small and delicate charcoal stove on the table. What is the smell of flame? He couldn't help but pick up the iron clip holding the charcoal beside him, fiddled with the burning charcoal in the stove, and wanted to observe more.

Suddenly, the iron clip fell to the ground.

A flame floated from the charcoal in the furnace. What was more terrifying was that the flame vaguely constituted a young face. The flame-intertwined eyes were greeting with a smile: "Yo, you are here."

Huang He was stunned by thunder.

reality.

Huang He, who ignored the dementia, gathered together to discuss.

Their words spread through the microphone through the square, and at the same time spread through the speakers of countless terminal devices receiving live signals.

"Huangge's'Turtle Crane Yannian Soup' is within the ingredients, and his shape and shadow are imprinted...but Chef Xia's barbecue..." Li Wannian took the lead in opening, the head of the Li clan, who overtook the Patriarch The footsteps of the teenager is full of goodwill and respect.

He continued in disbelief: "It is flames that interweave into his throne!"

Lan Fengxian opened Xia Yu's eyes, his eyes were not appreciation, but awe of the strong, "He, his'eating spirit' is fire!"

"Yes, it's fire!"

Wei An spoke slowly.

Another dragon in Baiyulou respected Kong Chun to interject, and there was a shock in his eyes, "The average dragon chef is to put his own shape and shadow on the ingredients~www.readwn.com~ to convey the mood to the diners, but, but he Instead, he spoke directly for the flame. He is the walker of the flame. No, it should be called...the flame emperor of the present generation!"

All the dragon chefs cast their eyes on Zhu Ji.

Zhu Ji sighed: "The scary thing about this kind of flame spirit is that it can burn away all the ingredients, and this means that even ordinary barbecue recipes, barbecue dishes, once With such a flame-eating spirit, the dishes are immediately upgraded to the dragon level!"

"not to mention……"

The faucet stared at the young man who was always indifferent, "Your hand-made recipe has an extraordinary structure. Adding "wine camel", "rock alpaca" and "juxia sauce" can also achieve luminous harmony...It is really incredible. !"

Ok? !

The dragon chefs and celebrities in the square were shocked.

In addition to ‘wine camels’ and ‘rock alpaca’... there seems to be more ‘chrysanthemum sauce’!

"Juxia sauce!"

The trembling and anxious voice came from the just sobering yellow crane.

The heat flow in the body is still there, and the flames of praise that are standing in the head around the ears seem to be constantly hitting the innermost fortress of the Yellow Crane.

Click.

A crack appeared on the exquisite disc called "Chu Xin".

"Yo, wake up?" Xia Yu's mouth widened, and there was a make up knife silently, "So do I still need to taste your'Turtle Crane Yannian Soup'? Boss Huang"

Huang He yelled, his eyes were black, and he said again and again on his mouth, and the more he said, the more terrifying his face was: "...What a strange combination of this, fantasy ingredients, with the fairy chrysanthemum's chrysanthemum sauce?" Such a combination is absolutely impossible to shine, and I definitely don't agree with this forcibly cobbled recipe...I never admit...I can't lose..."

Suddenly, the surrounding eyes became sympathetic.

Hard-mouthed loser.