Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Wang Xuebin found the world of the God of Cookery not only to learn cooking skills, but also to taste the craftsmanship of the God of Cookery, to see if he can improve his appreciation standards for food, even if he adjusts the food, he will recognize it.

Back at the hotel, I turned on the TV and went to the toilet to wash up.

This is his fourth day in this world. These days, he has gotten acquainted with the situation in the catering industry. There are currently three major forces in the catering industry in Xiangjiang.

One is a loose gastronomy association, formed by all local restaurants with heritage. Everyone just hangs a name and has no binding force.

The second company is the Big Happy Group, which started as a gangster, and its methods of doing things are relatively dirty.

The last one is the Tang Dynasty Group, which is good at advertising hype and has launched many star stores.

Wang Xuebin has eaten in those shops, they are extremely expensive, the food is not good, and the service is not good, Wang Xuebin almost smashed the shop.

And the chairman of the Tang Dynasty is the famous God of Cookery Stephen Zhou.

“It was delicious”

Wang Xuebin was admiring the handsome boy in the mirror, when he suddenly heard the shouts on the TV, he poked his head out curiously.

On TV, a chef with a pitted face yelled exaggeratedly at the camera.

Wang Xuebin took a closer look and shook his head. This gimmick is a bit too fake.

The TV is showing the silk drawing of flowers made by Stephen Zhou. The huge heart character stands on the table, and Newton's coffin board can't hold it down!

Thinking in my heart, one gets up, the person spins in the air, the clothes are naturally taken off, the person falls lightly on the bed, one turns over, and wraps himself in the quilt.

Tomorrow he is going to leave for the legendary Chinese Culinary Training Academy, and he will have an early rest today!

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Shaolin Temple, located at the junction of Zhengluo and Henan Province, is the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism.

"Amitabha, this master, I'm here to learn how to cook!"

Wang Xuebin found the Zhike monk in the living room in the monastery, clasped his hands together for questioning, and immediately reported his intention.

The Zhike monk heard Wang Xuebin's words and thought he had heard it wrong, so he asked strangely:

"Amitabha, layman, we don't teach cooking here, are you here to learn martial arts?"

Since the Shaolin Temple movie was broadcast, there has been an endless stream of people coming to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts. This monk thought that he also came to learn martial arts.

Wang Xuebin shook his head and explained:

"No, I'm here to learn how to cook. I wonder if I can study in the back kitchen for a while!"

It was the first time Zhike Monk heard that he came to Shaolin Temple to learn cooking, and it was a little hard to understand.

"Our back kitchen is all busy with ordinary monks and masters. I haven't heard of anything special. Did you find the wrong place!"

Wang Xuebin suddenly felt bad when he heard the words. The Shaolin Temple in the God of Cookery movie is in Hunan Province, and it was also the first place to go there.

But he turned Hunan Province upside down, and he couldn't find a temple called Shaolin Temple at all.

After questioning, there are only two temples named Shaolin Temple in this world, one is Putian South Shaolin Temple, and the other is Songshan Mountain in Henan Province. There is no other place. If it is not here, he really does not know where to find it.

Wang Xuebin frowned and asked solemnly:

"Master, can you let me go to the back kitchen to have a look, just look at the door, don't go in!"

Seeing his serious expression, Zhike Monk didn't know what happened, but he nodded and took him to the back kitchen, saying as he walked:

"Shaolin Temple doesn't provide vegetarian dishes to outsiders. I don't know if you are talking about restaurants in the scenic spot. The food there is better than that in the Zhaitang!"

Wang Xuebin nodded absently, and followed the Zhike monk to the back kitchen to have a look, and immediately found the problem. The Shaolin Temple in the movie is completely different from here.

In the kitchen here, several old monks in their 60s and [-]s are busy picking and washing vegetables, two young monks are chopping vegetables, and a fat monk is frying vegetables.

The monk's knife skills for cutting vegetables are not as strong as Wang Xuebin's, and the cooking is also very open and close. There is no technical content, just a technique that makes perfect.

Wang Xuebin suppressed the bad feeling in his heart, and said with an embarrassed expression

"I'm sorry, Master, a friend cooks very delicious food. He said he learned it from the back kitchen of Shaolin Temple. Maybe he was joking with me. By the way, do we teach internal skills here? Like Jiuyang Divine Kungfu or something like that. !"

The Zhike monk heard this and laughed:

"It's nothing, just figure it out. As for kung fu, there is no such thing as the one in the movie. The kung fu in Shaolin Temple pays attention to the integration of Zen and martial arts. It mainly teaches boxing routines, stick techniques and swords!"

Wang Xuebin nodded without saying anything, and left after chatting for a while.

At night, Wang Xuebin, dressed in black, came to Shaolin Temple again, jumped into the temple, searched around, and left disappointed.

There is no trace of internal strength, they are all ordinary people, this is definitely not a place for the God of Cookery to learn.

On a large bluestone on the top of Songshan Mountain, Wang Xuebin in black was holding his head in his hands, with one leg crossed, thinking about the problem flickeringly.

There are two possibilities for this matter, either Stephen Zhou was killed by a killer when he was in Hunan Province, and the rest is his imagination.

Either it is the spell of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

The biggest difference between this movie and other movies is that there are gods. This is the first time he has faced the gods. To be honest, he was a little unsure how to deal with them.

"What is the donor hesitating about?"

"I'm hesitating whether I should follow Stephen Zhou!"

Wang Xuebin's mind was full of guesses about the gods, and his mind was very confused. He suddenly heard someone asking a question, and thought it was the system asking, so he answered it casually.

"What about following? Or not following?"

Wang Xuebin waved his hand and said:

"Don't make noise, don't make noise! ​​Let me think about it myself!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Xuebin was stunned. He realized that this was not a system, and the system would not ask questions. His body was covered in white sweat instantly, and a body appeared ten meters away.

He looked warily at the figure standing one meter in front of him, and couldn't hide his psychological shock. His sixth sense kept reminding him that there was no one in front of him. This contradictory feeling made him very uncomfortable.

He looked at the person and said slowly:

"Master of Nocturnal Remnants!"

In front of him, Master Mengyi had a gentle smile on his face, clasped his hands together and asked a salute, and said slowly:

"Amitabha, the poor monk has nocturnal emission, Mr. Wang is polite!"

Chapter 119 This is the Bewitched