Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 1: The Crooked Cooking Tree
"Since when did my culinary skills become skewed?"

Summer, Tokyo.

At the bar where the cicadas were chirping, Xia Yan looked at the line of words that jumped out in front of him, and sighed deeply helplessly.

'Seasoned-spicy' is full of proficiency.

Unable to continue ascension.

Throwing away the spatula, Xia Yan said that he had given up on the treatment. No matter how much he practiced, his proficiency would be added to the branch tree of seasoning. His knife skills and heat were stagnant. Now his cooking skills have been crooked to the extreme and cannot be further crooked.

Having said that, one day two months ago, the system was woken up in a daze, and Xia Yan still has a lot of things to understand. The most intuitive one is his personal panel. The bottom row of function options is gray in color.

In the past two months, he didn't gain anything beyond common sense. He opened a basic skill card from the novice gift pack, and then practiced and tested it out of curiosity.

When I realize that my cooking skills are a little crooked, and my daily life has undergone drastic changes, it is too late to look back.

"Ding."

Today, after the first branch's small skill points were full, one of the options under the personal panel suddenly changed.

A progress value of 5% appears, and the icon starts to glow in color.

There are two square characters in the icon, revealing blurred handwriting.

Seeing that the progress value was slowly crawling, and it took a long time to fully unlock the function options by visual inspection, Xia Yan was not in a hurry. He took off his apron, cleaned up the kitchen, packed the kitchen waste into bags, and took it to the backyard.

This is Shitamachi, Tokyo.

As a classic old-fashioned "one-family building", there is open space in front of and behind the house, and the greening is very good. It is the only advantage of the old house with many rats and cockroaches.

As soon as Xia Yan opened the door, the strange smell came to him.

A few black and gray birds flapped their wings and flew not far in front of him, slowly and without panic.

"Again, it's you... If you don't die, you won't die, don't force me!"

These birds are crows.

From the perspective of the audience outside the island, the rampant Tokyo crows are really a model of peaceful coexistence between humans and animals. It is quite easy for the public to find an angle to advocate and write environmental protection jokes about neon people and crows.

However, in Xia Yan's view, the crow, which has the same habits as wild cats and dogs, is a complete troublemaker.

The rubbish piled in the corner of the yard has deteriorated and rotted due to the hot weather.

The picture of the crows rummaging and pecking, the bag being torn, the fish bones and the corners of the meat spilling all over the floor, and the rotten smell filling the whole house shouldn’t be too beautiful, but now Xia Yan is covering his mouth and nose tightly, annoyed at the smell in his heart. Can vent your anger on the troublemaker, grab the broom and chop it:

"If it weren't for the fact that the fear of death is too earth-shattering, and the animal protection organization blocks the door, I really want you to have no children and grandchildren!"

The driven crow still didn't panic, and flew to the roof at a slow speed, with black eyes staring straight, standing there staring at people.

The crow problem is not just a talk, the Tokyo government is a headache for it.

"Ah, clever and vengeful creature."

"I'm used to the bird flying and knocking on the door, but I'm afraid of being missed. Anyway, remember to close the doors and windows so that the crows don't steal things."

Xia Yan sighed, put away the broom, and lowered his head to sort out the trash.

Bags with holes pecked out by crows should be replaced or put on another layer. As for the kitchen waste that emits an unbearable rancid smell, it must be handled with care.

Xia Yan, Neon's garbage collection system, also yelled that enough is enough.

Kitchen waste is classified as combustible waste.

But not all kitchen waste can be thrown away in this way. Just pick those empty bottles, use clean seasoning bottles, and collect them in a pile, waiting for the date of recycling the bottles.

So, forget it at a fixed point, what the hell is a regular recovery.

The kitchen waste that was only collected yesterday on the Monday of the "Moon Day" has already given off a stench in the hot summer day, but it will take another two days, that is, the Wednesday of the "Water Day" before residents are allowed to dispose of combustible waste at a fixed location. Trash time.

Think of this pile of stench, which will be piled up in the yard for two days, plus the occasional harassment of crows.

Xia Yan looked at the blue sky in Tokyo, his face was full of despair: "I can go to the f*cking people and nature! Get lost!"

At this time, a greeting of "Is anyone there" came from the front of the restaurant. Xia Yan could only stare at the crows circling nearby. The taboo used, um, the law of cutting off children and grandchildren.

Neon people think that the crow is a divine bird, the incarnation of the Yata bird, but Xia Yan never believes in these gods and ghosts.

……

storefront.

The pavement of the old house is not spacious, and the bar counter on the inside takes up one-third of the area, and with a few tables and chairs, the space becomes more crowded.

Including a few single-person dining seats at the bar, the number of people who can dine in the store at the same time is only a dozen. The Chinese call this fly restaurant, and the neon people should be regarded as an izakaya-like shop.

"Excuse me, please serve me a 'twice-cooked pork'!"

The uncle with scars on his face and wearing blue overalls sat straight at the bar counter, looked up at the menu board for a long time, and found that it was all Sichuan cuisine.

What spicy chicken, twice-cooked pork and mapo tofu.

They are all marked with the word "fixed food", which can be understood as a set meal, 850 yen per serving.

One meal, one soup, one dish.

There is also usually a small dish of salted items such as seaweed, pickled radish.

The uncle raised his hand and said, "By the way, no soup, give me a large cold beer!"

He took off the frock cap on his head and exhaled heavily.

Xia Yan recognized his uniform, the staff in charge of this street, a garbage recycling and cleaning company.

Unfortunately, this club company has a dark background.

To put it bluntly, it is the underworld changing jobs.

The aging society of neon involves all aspects, and the underworld society can't break free from the torrent. The clear-headed bosses have already successfully washed their whites and turned into strange industries for a certain well-known construction company. For example, there have been news reports recently A certain mafia boss opened a milk tea shop, which became an online celebrity shop, and the business was booming.

Serving cold beer, I was thinking that the uncle has a story and we can’t afford to mess with it, when the uncle suddenly said: “Oh, don’t put spicy twice-cooked pork, I can’t eat spicy food.”

Xia Yan said with a straight face: "Our shop has three standards of spicy, slightly spicy, normal spicy and heavy spicy. If you can't eat spicy, I suggest you choose mild spicy."

"Besides, twice-cooked pork is a Sichuan dish. You can't have spicy or non-spicy twice-cooked pork..."

The uncle slammed his beer glass on the bar table, waved his hands and raised his voice: "No Road Race, I'm so annoying, don't you understand, I said I don't eat spicy food!"

Xia Yan sighed inwardly.

In fact, he encountered many similar conversations when he opened the store.

It's not that the neon people have a bland taste, but that most of them can't take spicy food.

At the very least, the "slightly spicy" for Chinese people, a little bit spicy, may be a heavy mouth that Neon people can't stand.

In the face of non-spicy taste requirements, it is still a Sichuan dish.

Xia Yan spread his hands very simply: "I'm sorry, we don't have non-spicy Shuchuan cuisine."

The scar-faced uncle slapped the table angrily: "Just do it!"

"Then you do it."

The non-spicy 'twice-cooked pork' was not bad.

Xia Yan has been asked many times by customers, can this 'Ma Po Tofu' be sweeter?Hey, can't you use bell peppers for 'Green Pepper Shredded Pork'...

Other cuisines are fine, Sichuan cuisine is really not good.

What's more, the skills and proficiency are all added to the 'spicy'. If you don't cook these dishes and switch to other cuisines, Xia Yan hasn't mastered his cooking skills at all, and his level will drop a lot.

"I can't do it!"

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(PS: I’m back to write a book, this one is still a comprehensive comic, but it’s not mixed in one world like "God of Cooking", book friends who are interested in food halberds and Xiaodangjia help to collect it, those who don’t know about these gourmet fans It doesn’t matter if you’re a classmate, I’m sure you won’t have dyslexia if you treat it as an ordinary gourmet TVB drama.)
(End of this chapter)