Rebirth as a Cooking God

The breathing is slight, but there.

Xia Yu noticed.

The old monk Yizhen also noticed.

Chewing and swallowing the ramen in his mouth, the old monk looked solemn, clasped his palms together, and respectfully expressed his gratitude to the bowl of ramen in front of him.

Withered trees come spring...

Immediately, the old monk stared at the young man inexplicably.

Xia Yu smiled, More strictly speaking, it's the old trees blooming.

Old tree?

That breath, like a candle flame in the wind, swayed violently, obviously full of curiosity about the old tree blooming rhetoric.

It is probably satisfied with this bowl of 'Wabi-Sabi Ramen'.

Xia Yu has this confidence.

Although strictly speaking, the real Wabi-Sabi Ramen is actually clear soup ramen, that is, the kind without any side dishes, noodles with soup, and not even garnished with chopped green onions.

But to put it bluntly, isn’t that what wabi-sabi is?

Get rid of the external appearance and go straight to the source!

In other words, the form of ramen, including soup, noodles, vegetables, nothing else matters.

'Laoshu' is this bowl of noodles.

A refreshing smile bloomed at the corner of Xia Yu's mouth.

Nothing has changed, right?

It's no different from the 'dragon noodles' that Chinatown spread to the entire island country, right?

he asked into the air.

Ask and answer yourself.

The old monk Yizhen's eyes flickered and he didn't interrupt.

As for Natsuki Sugitamoto and Souta Aoki, there was a kind of quietness written on their faces. They seemed to be in different worlds from Xia Yu, the old monk and it.

no difference?

Whispering softly, the figure of the handsome little monk gradually became more real.

But why did I eat 'fresh'?

One year spent similar, each year is different.

Noodles are still the same bowl of noodles. It's just that I'm not the chef of the past. I'm in this new generation, so when you eat the noodles I make, of course it's different from the past. Xia Yu said.

Is that so... The chef is different? If he is replaced, will the taste also change...

Xia Yu smiled slightly, No matter the meaning of food, no matter what the artistic conception of food, it is all based on 'people'. It's not just the hands and techniques of cooking. My thoughts and my characteristics are all 'melted in one furnace', Food is given.”

So, what you eat is fresh.

This is the 'Wabi-Sabi Ramen' of this generation, are you satisfied?

The little monk pondered for a long time and slowly raised his head. A sunny smile gradually appeared on his handsome face that had not shown much expression.

I see……

So this is ah!

This is your wabi-sabi. People are the simplest origin of your wabi-sabi!

The little monk held the chopsticks and ate meat, noodles and soup.

Chewing, he closed his eyes lightly, his face filled with a look of relief.

The obsession is gone.

It turns out that the ‘wabi-sabi’, the fresh taste, that he has always been obsessed with, has always been hidden in the torrent of time.

‘Ramen’, or pasta, never gets old.

Even if the recipes get older and people and chefs change from generation to generation, the same bowl of noodles will eventually taste different. Even if the same materials are used.

This is the meaning that Xia Yu gives to ramen——

Time, life!

More profoundly, it is eternal change and freshness that never fades!

Senior brother...

Hearing the sound, the old monk Yizhen looked at the table.

The little monk was disappearing, and his legs, which were coiled on the tatami, were broken every inch.

I understand, the reason why 'Dragon Noodles' spread and became popular among everyone. An extremely sincere and innocent smile was written on the young monk's immature face, It turns out that 'it' is always fresh and changing. I saw it The vitality of this kind of cuisine makes me feel at ease...

Abbot Yizhen put his palms together and lowered his head slightly.

His expression showed a trance.

As if we were back at the beginning of the century, outside a ramen shop called Yoshii Noodle House in Chinatown, the young man looked at the disappointed customers leaving and said with great reluctance:

I will keep this bowl of noodles 'fresh' forever!

“Guests will always be enthusiastic about Dragon Noodles! They will never get bored!”

Ding.

System prompts.

Xia Yu looked at a prompt message on his retina in surprise, 'Dragon level must kill', this is it?

“…has created the unnamed killer ramen recipe.”

Please name the host.

He had been struggling for more than a month and couldn't sleep at night. He was just waiting for such a prompt from the system. However, Xia Yu found that he was not happy at all. What kind of trouble was this?

Too casual.

Moreover, this is not the 'dragon-level sure kill' in his mind.

Name it? Whatever, you choose the default name for the system. Xia Yu didn't even bother to think about it.

Wabi-Sabi Ramen has been added to the host recipe column, please check it out!

Xia Yu rolled his eyes.

My must-kill shouldn't be like this. He took a breath and reluctantly put aside his emotions. He ignored the new recipes and immediately checked the mission panel.

really!

His eyes were filled with intense joy.

The host has completed one of his personal memorabilia, Personal Dragon Kill!

Obtain Mother Sun Ball (recipe fragment)*1.

There was one more golden fragment. Xia Yu quickly opened the inventory. When his eyes shifted to the corresponding golden fragment, a pop-up box asked:

Synthetic?

synthesis!

I couldn't wait to roar in my heart.

“Get the complete Mother Sun Ball recipe…”

study!

Keep shouting.

Suddenly, a familiar pinprick feeling came from between the eyebrows.

Xia Yu grinned, The source of light, the end of China's recipe for the world of light, I got it!

Just as he was about to put his head on his hips and laugh with a chuuniu aura, someone pushed him.

Abbot Yizhen had already stood up and patted him on the shoulder, Follow me.

Xia Yu nodded and followed.

At the door, he looked back at the dimly lit cafeteria. The presence of the young monk had been completely erased. Natsuki Sugimoto and Souta Aoki had also finished their hot ramen and were unbuttoning and unbuttoning their monk's clothes.

Follow the old monk all the way to his abbot's courtyard.

This time, Xia Yu was welcomed into his private residence by the old monk. This was a small study room outside the bedroom with antique furnishings. He found a seat and sat down. After a while, Abbot Yizhen took a book and a general Huang's newspaper was placed on the table in front of Xia Yu.

I want to thank you.

The old monk said: You have solved a problem for me.

Xia Yu knew what he was referring to and said indifferently: It's okay, just do it casually, and I also benefited a lot from it. I got a very real 'must kill'.

The abbot was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, pointing to the large stack of yellowed newspapers in his hand, and handed it out to Xia Yu, Yoshii Zhen, my fellow junior, please understand.

The newspaper is in very good condition, with smooth edges and no wrinkles.

However, the newspaper was still yellowed, which showed that it was quite old. Xia Yu flipped through it in confusion. When he saw the cover page of the first page, his expression was shocked.

The date is 1915.

The first page of the newspaper is marked with bold letters and the name of the newspaper - The Food Herald.

The first news on the first page, with pictures, and the title reads:

Yoshii Makoto, the child prodigy of our generation, the God of the Dragon Face...

If you look carefully at the content, it is a memorial article.

His accomplishments in 'dragon noodles' have earned him the title of god in the island country's food industry.

He was identified as the next head of Shirin Temple.

He made an indelible contribution to the spread of ramen in the island country.

certainly.

This is something from another time and space.

At least in his previous life, Xia Yu had never heard of an old professional newspaper like the Food Herald.

In the black and white picture, the young man is facing the camera, looking full of energy.

Dragon noodles never go out of style...

Xia Yu caught a glimpse of a sentence quoted in the article. After a moment of silence, he closed the newspaper and looked up at the old monk Yizhen sitting opposite, So he left his obsession?

The old monk nodded, You let him see the vitality of this cuisine that will never dim.

Really? Xia Yu smiled and glanced away.

This is……?

Another book is still on the desk.

Yoshii Zhen's dragon noodle experience manual. Old monk Yizhen laughed and said, This is the reward you deserve for entertaining him.

Xia Yu's eyes flickered.

He was very dissatisfied with the so-called Wabi Sabi Ramen must-have.

Because the recipe was not something he conceived.

So, can this handbook help him further deduce his ‘must kill’?

Xia Yu felt that he had not gone very far on the road of 'wabi-sabi', and there was still a lot of room for development and excavation.

also.

What about ‘the best’?

Is there any possibility of merging the two?

For a moment, Xia Yu's heart was numb, and coupled with the Mother Sun Ball recipe information flow that was congested in his head and he hadn't had time to sort it out, it was really a long journey to cook!