Rebirth as a Cooking God

A mansion on the Aegean Sea.

came back?

Um.

Gaius, who was sitting on the lounge chair, heard the footsteps coming from the hall to the terrace. He took off his sunglasses, turned his head and glanced at his daughter who had returned from the island country with strange eyes.

Doris sat down directly on another lounge chair. The mansion attendant brought snacks and drinks and quietly left.

However, the atmosphere on the terrace was frozen due to the silence between the father and daughter.

cough.

The king, who put on his sunglasses and maintained a leisurely lying posture, couldn't control his temper. He coughed heavily, stared intently on the chair, and asked pretentiously: Have you seen him?

In fact, I received very good hospitality from the Nakiri family, and stayed at the most noble mansion in the island country that day. Doris raised the corner of her mouth slightly and glanced at her father next to her from the corner of her eye.

She knew that her father would be defeated first.

Her old father didn't look like a king at all. Regardless of the fact that he is cultivating in the Aegean Sea, his patience is worse than that of many young men.

Otherwise, this heavenly father would not have fallen into the trap of relying on legendary kitchen utensils.

Yes, weird circle!

Dad needs to get out of this cycle!

He wanted to break the confinement he had set for himself. His culinary skills should not stop there. However, the person involved was still complacent because he was the youngest king.

As an outsider, Doris sees things clearly. His father is ill.

The disease is in the state of mind.

He hadn't yet realized how close the pursuers behind him were, so Doris felt that her father needed electrotherapy.

He needs a magnetic storm infantry comparable to Professor Yang to electrically treat him and give him a wake-up call.

Doris thinks that Summer Demon King is the right candidate.

Because that young man is crazy enough.

Gaius suddenly felt a chill on his skull. This inexplicable feeling came suddenly and went away quickly. He shook his head in confusion, not realizing the source of the danger, which was at his side, smiled and said softly: Is that so? Nakiri Senzaemon, you still want to give me face. My daughter, Gaius, No matter where I go, I’m treated like a royal princess.”

Then what.

What do you think of that kid? After such a close contact. Gaius's back muscles tensed up.

When he mentioned him, his muscles always tensed up subconsciously.

The smile at the corner of Doris's mouth spread to her entire delicate face, You are in danger.

?

Gaius' first reaction was to put a question mark.

Danger?

After that, he quickly understood what his daughter was talking about. He was stunned for a moment, and his eyes covered by sunglasses overflowed with anger, What international joke are you making! Just him? He's not qualified!

If it's that old guy Nakiri Senzaemon, I can take back what I said above!

Doris smiled more subtly, You are in danger.

I said!

Gaius took off his sunglasses, with an angry face, staring helplessly and angrily at his daughter, who looked up to him like a pearl, Doris, do you really want me, your father, to be defeated by a low-level boy and become an international joke! !”

Doris was slightly silent, I promise that my words are based on my judgment after contact.

A slight sigh.

Father, you are really in danger. That young devil is so cruel and crazy that it is far beyond our imagination...

enough

One shouted angrily.

Gaius was furious, I am in charge of the Spirit Storehouse and hold the unique and unparalleled Kingdom of Heaven in the world! In my unparalleled flavor, I am Zeus of Aspirin, the God of Gods!

Doris's eyes flickered, looking at her father Gaius' furious look, and there were only two words in her mind -

electrotherapy.

…

Xia Yu slept all night in the temple on the mountain.

In the early morning, Xia Yu pushed the door out of the living room and went to the courtyard. He stretched out his limbs and listened to the chirping of birds in the mountains. He couldn't help but chuckle: Have you started practicing in the mountains?

He slept soundly last night. Although he encountered strange things when he went up the mountain in the evening, the temple was surprisingly quiet at night, without a trace of gloom. Xia Yu waited quietly on the bed for a while, not knowing when he closed his eyes.

Shilin Temple is an ancient temple in the mountains.

The temple buildings are distributed along the mountain, so the houses and courtyards are scattered at different heights. Xia Yu's bedroom is in the middle of the building complex. Looking up, you can see the holy temple on the top of the mountain, and then the abbot's palace, which is an outer eaves. The wood is dark brown and the antique large building is surrounded by pines and cypresses, giving people a sense of elegance and harmony.

There were not many monks in the temple, so after taking a tour early, Xia Yu felt a strange feeling in his heart.

how?

Aoki Souta appeared with a smile.

Xia Yu shrugged, Your temple is very elegant.

Aoki Souta was stunned, then waved and smiled even more: Shulin Temple is not one of those solemn Buddhist temples. Well, although the main hall also has monk Jianzhen's body shaping, the proportion of our disciples and disciples' Sutra and Yi studies is very small. In other words After all, food is what we pursue!

Xia Yu huffed.

The shop is in Taito District, Tokyo. This area is home to the most temples in Tokyo. Xia Yu has been familiar with the temples around Xia's shop for a long time, so he found the Shirin Temple strange.

In other temples, the architectural style and structure are particular about axes, symmetry, etc. Even the trees and plants in the corridors and around the temple are deliberately created to create solemnity and emphasize solemnity.

Ke Shilinsi is like a normal young boy, and he is too casual. One word can describe Xia Yu's overall feeling: fluid.

No wonder the temple roads are blocked and overgrown with weeds. Xia Yu couldn't help complaining, Let me tell you, how do you get the daily food and clothing expenses of your temple? The roads are blocked and you can't transport them up the mountain.

Aoki Souta's eyes were strange, We all transport by air...oh, helicopter transport, once a week. If there are special needs for ingredients, we can also expedite delivery, no limit to the number of times in a day.

Xia Yu slapped his forehead and said, Nah! Yuanyue is a school for rich people, and Shilin Temple is a school for gods, right?

There is a touch of sadness about having your imagination limited by poverty.

Have you washed up? Come on, follow me to have breakfast. We have meals on time. Once the time is over, you have to get your own food. Aoki Souta pushed Xia Yu to the mountain cafeteria.

Fortunately, Xia Yu could also observe the temple staff while all the temple staff were gathering for dinner.

There were not many people and the atmosphere was quiet. There were five disciples, four boys and one girl, all around thirteen or fourteen years old.

Up there is the younger generation, only one person.

Moreover, he is an acquaintance, Natsuki Sugmoto.

Abbot Yizhen sat behind the desk and greeted Xia Yu with a smile: Sit down, breakfast is ramen, don't think it's too rough.

It's you!

Natsuki Sugamoto's eyes widened.

Xia Yu's seat was next to him, and Aoki Souta also sat down. The strange thing is that currently the only middle-aged person among the temple staff is Souta Aoki.

Probably understanding Xia Yu's doubts, Shangmoto Natsuki pursed his lips, Hey, are you curious? Actually, our Shirin Temple has a rule that when you reach the special level, you must go down the mountain to practice, so the elders are all over the world. I am currently Well, I am the director of Shirin Temple, and I usually review the homework of these boys.

He glanced at the young girls sitting down, and the muttering disciple who had glanced at Xia Yu a moment ago immediately fell silent, fearful of the senior brother in charge.

Tamagawa Ayaka occasionally told Xia Yu about the daily practice of Shirin Temple. In fact, each generation of Shirin Temple has very few disciples. Seven or eight people are considered a large scale. As for the generation of Natsuki Sugimoto and Ayaka Tamagawa, since Ayaka Tamagawa left the mountain early, the quasi-superior Natsuki Sugimoto could only shoulder the chores in the temple.

It seems to be summer break, and two or three young women of my generation went home to visit relatives.

Hey, Xia Yu discovered an abnormality.

This is a handsome young man. The details of the monk's robe are different from those of the young disciples of the same generation, and the signs of wear are also obvious.

He turned a blind eye to Natsuki Sugmoto's threatening gaze and stared blankly at the bowl of breakfast ramen on the table.

Xia Yu couldn't help but pay attention to it. After a simple breakfast, the disciples dispersed. Abbot Yizhen called Aoki Souta away to give special instructions. Before Natsuki Sugimoto left, he came closer and whispered: I'm going to keep an eye on those boys for morning lessons, and I'll talk to you later.

As a result, only Xia Yu and the handsome young man were left in the temple's old cafeteria.