Rebirth as a Cooking God

Ding!

Following a system prompt, no one except Xia Yu himself knew that this young dragon chef had once again completed his transformation and promotion in the overgrown wilderness.

Looking at the skill icon in the cooking skill column that was filled with golden energy and finally crossed into the void and deep void, Xia Yu clenched his fists and no longer deliberately suppressed his exciting emotions.

Although I haven't created my personal dragon-level sure-kill yet, the foundation is here, and it's just a matter of the near future.

After waiting and waiting for ten minutes, Aoki Souta still didn't come back.

The car turned off and stopped on the grass. Xia Yu jumped on a stone and held up the phone high, but the signal bar was still gray. As for the mobile network, it was even more bitter. He couldn't take the time to reply to Weibo and WeChat. Waiting like this is really annoying and annoying.

It's almost evening. The midsummer evening is not as hot as noon, and the cool breeze has the power to induce sleep.

It happened that when Xia Yu was bored, not far from the mountain road, on the other side of a stream, a figure walked out of the forest and squatted by the stream.

This is an old farmer with gray hair, carrying a hoe, and very simple clothes. He should be a farmer in this wilderness.

Xia Yu put away his vigilant expression. To be honest, when he suddenly bumped into someone in the wild, his body immediately went cold. But the old farmer is the image of the island country’s grandfather that he knows.

After all, the island nation is facing social problems such as an aging population. It would be strange to meet fashionable young people in such a rural place.

The old farmer also spotted Xia Yu on the other side, raised his head and smiled.

Xia Yu noticed that he was washing things with the stream water. He immediately walked over and squatted by the stream. He said hello across the stream: Hey, yams and wild mushrooms. The old man turns out to be a connoisseur of food!

Wild yams are not easy to dig. They are a bit ugly and strangely shaped. They are not the same thing as artificially grown straight strips in appearance.

The old farmer threw a slightly curved wild yam over. Part of the brown-yellow skin had been ground away, revealing a white section. The natural fragrance was refreshing.

Xia Yu was stunned for a moment while holding the yam, then grinned and said, Is this considered a treat?

The old farmer nodded.

Xia Yu huffed and didn't dare to speak.

Some varieties of yams can be eaten raw, but it is best not to eat the vast majority of wild yams raw. Xia Yu didn't want his mouth to itch, as if it was filled with an ant's nest. It would be too painful.

The old farmer didn't force himself. He lowered his head and continued cleaning yams and mushrooms. Xia Yu struck up a conversation with him.

Are there any villages or towns near here? I come from out of town and don't know the situation here.

There is a small village called Hengjing, not far away. If you pass through this forest, you can see the fields of Hengjing.

There shouldn't be many young people in the village, right?

The old man showed a hint of loneliness and said: Yes, how can young people stay in such a rural place? Even if they can't go to Tokyo, they will go to nearby cities where it is lively. Even middle school students, junior high schools, and high schools all want to be promoted to The colleges and universities in the county, and our schools here, only have one sand football field. My little grandson, like me, clamored for the grass field every day, and a year ago, my son’s family moved to a city in the county to settle down.”

Xia Yu smacked his lips, not knowing what to say.

Urbanization is inevitable. Students expect wider schools, bigger playgrounds, and more comfortable classrooms. These are normal.

Lying down and resting his head on the soft grass beside the stream, Xia Yu was immediately attracted by the blue sky, with the crystal clear water next to him, the Wizard of Oz on all sides, and the intoxicating mountain scenery. It was indeed a very leisurely and beautiful island country in the TV series. Countryside scenery.

The old man turned on the thought mode.

I have two sons and one daughter. They are all married. The eldest son has opened a hardware store in the village. The younger son is a carpenter with good skills. I am not worried about him going to the city. But Naoto, my little grandson , although he loves playing football, he is very taciturn. I heard that middle schools in the city are different from our rural places. If there are too many students, bullying will occur...

Bullying in school? That's what you should pay attention to. The most fundamental thing is your character. You should try to change it.

Xia Yu answered every word. Gradually, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, sleepiness came over him, and this time he really fell asleep.

Hello!

It's time to wake up!

Aoki Sect is so funny.

...Am I asleep? Xia Yu touched his head and sat up. At this time, the sun went down and the sunset spread over the wilderness. He narrowed his eyes slightly.

There were two young men in monk robes, about thirteen or fourteen years old, poking their heads behind Mrs. Aoki Sect.

Huh.

Xia Yu also found that the roads had been cleared, the weeds had been shoveled, and the redundant trees had been cut down. Aoki Souta and the two young monks were covered in sweat stains after working.

I'll go into the temple myself when I find a way, and drag these two boys out to clean up the mountain road. Aoki Souta was very stern to the younger generation, staring at him, Really, I've only been away for two or three years, and the temple's chores are in a mess, even The roads outside are not maintained. How do you usually take care of them?!

The little monk shrank his neck.

Okay, the car can now drive directly to the mountain gate. Aoki Souta inserted the key and started the car.

correct!

Xia Yu stopped at the car door and looked around, Where is the old grandpa from before?

What grandpa?

Aoki Souta, who had just sat in the driver's seat, was stunned.

I just met an old man from Yokoi Village.

In the back seat of the car, the whispers of two young monks suddenly disappeared.

There was an eerie silence in the space inside the car.

Hengjing Village? Aoki Souta glanced at Xia Yu in the passenger seat, It is indeed the closest village to the temple, but it takes at least an hour to drive on the national highway.

Xia Yu's smile was a bit forced, It's normal to travel such a long distance to dig yams and pick wild mushrooms.

Yam?

A little monk couldn't help shouting.

Xia Yu saw another person in the car's rearview mirror reflexively looking out the window.

Beside the mountain road, under an old tree, in front of an ancient stone shrine that was almost covered by tree stems, there was a porcelain bowl containing tributes.

The tribute in the bowl is very simple, a few pieces of snow-white yam cake.

Pieces of pastries were stacked in a tower shape, and it was obvious that the top piece of pastry tribute in the bowl was missing.

Xia Yu felt like she was holding something in her hand.

Pinch.

The touch is not like wild yam washed and peeled by stream water, but slightly soft, like pinched osmanthus cake.

An unspeakable chill came from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The thing in my hand was not even thrown out of the car window, and it was even colder and flustered when I held it. Xia Yu couldn't help but said: Who is so wicked as to give me a piece of tribute?

The car has started and is driving on the mountain road. Aoki Souta is in the driver's seat and looks straight ahead.

His reaction was inhumanly calm.

At some point, a young monk’s whisper reached Xia Yu’s ears from the back seat:

...The bowl of yam cake as a tribute was brought down from the mountain by the abbot a few days ago to offer it as an offering.

The two young monks were in the back seat, looking at Xia Yu with astonishment.

Fighting for tributes from ghosts and gods?

incredible!

Xia Yu's forehead was twitching with veins, and he finally lowered his head and looked directly at the piece of pastry in his hand. Is this a kind treat, or a vicious prank?

Ah.

There was a vague smile at the corner of his mouth. No matter what, Xia Yu felt that he had reached a very interesting place again.