Rebirth as a Cooking God

Standing for a while, digesting the contents of the basic skill book, Xia Yu had a plan long ago, and said calmly: The system screens out the spice cooking skills of the Chinese master!

tick.

The data pops up.

[Spice Inequality]: One of the five tiger stars in the dark cooking world in the past, the unique skills of 'Blue-eyed Tiger' and 'Spice Queen' Meera, start with blue quality, but through the allocation of talent points, the level can be improved, and the host has a chance Comprehend 'super vision'.

The price is 3000 Fame Points.

Spice Inequality!

In Xia Yu's mind, the information about the Queen of Spices in the original Chinese novel was immediately arranged.

In addition to the terrifying 'Super Vision', Mira's other hole card is the 'Spice Inequality'!

She can match the most perfect spices in any cuisine. In other words, only through an almost intuitive calculation, Meera can grasp the dosage of each spice, which is more accurate and detailed than the computer calculation.

This cooking skill must be bought.

Xia Yu glanced at his current remaining Fame Points, gritted his teeth and said, Buy, buy, buy!

With a crisp notification sound, the 5,000 Fame Points obtained through the lottery gift package today are only a few hundred Fame Points left.

The corresponding blue cooking skill book appears in the inventory

Use! The mind called, and Xia Yu's head was immediately stuffed into another strange and huge flow of information.

It turns out that the core mystery is 'mental arithmetic'!

In his memory, there were a bunch of calculation formulas that Xia Yu half understood, some superficial and some profound.

Superficial formulas only involve two or three kinds of spices, but esoteric formulas include at least a dozen kinds of spices, and those formulas can fill a page, which seems to be a big headache.

It's similar to doing math test papers. What kind of spices to use, find the corresponding matching formula, and then use the formula to calculate the dosage of each spice.

Of course, the dosage of spices is only the most basic calculation problem. The more advanced formulas, similar to reasoning and permutation and combination, seemed to bring Xia Yu back to the old fear of being dominated by high numbers.

This kind of formula memory is similar to Duoshe! Xia Yu was speechless.

You know, in the original work of Zhonghua Yiyi, Mira was locked in a dark secret room for a long time by Kaiyou, the leader of the dark cooking world, for spice training.

The culinary skill of 'Spice Inequality' is actually Mira's summary of her own experience in using spices.

Xia Yu spent 3000 reputation points, which is equivalent to directly taking the results of Mira's training. If he can make up the foundation of spices in the next few days, then it is only a matter of time before he replaces Meera as the spice king of this generation.

Inflated!

After understanding the profound meaning of the 'Spice Inequality', Xia Yu found an indescribable confidence in his heart. After many days of problems, he suddenly came up with many inspirations to solve the problems. He immediately walked into the kitchen and prepared to apply spice cooking skills to practice cooking in progress.

The system came out to fan the flames:

Get a new task - [Initial Application of Inequality].

Hint: apply the 'spice inequality' cooking skills you just learned to any kind of cuisine, and submit works with a score of 80 or more.

Reward: Cooking level lv19→lv20.

A small quest that only gives cooking experience.

Even without systematic encouragement, Xia Yu decided to practice his hands.

doodle.

When he stepped into the kitchen, the phone in his pocket suddenly received a message.

He took out his phone and found that it was a video chat invitation from his friend 'Maki Morita' from Line.

After clicking yes casually, Xia Yu glanced at the phone screen while picking ingredients in the freezer.

Ah Yu...

Morita Maki just woke up and rubbed her eyes.

She was still in room 205 of Jixing Liao, surrounded by a group of people, Tian Suohui, Sakaki Ryoko, Yoshino Yuki, Marui Zenji and others were lying on the bed or on the floor, and the room was full of empty dishes. , wine bottle.

It seems that the tea party went well.

Do you know what time it is? Go back to your room and have a good rest! Xia Yu scolded.

Hey—— Scanning the time on the phone, Maki Morita sat up straight, It's early morning!

She turned her head to look around, and found that Isshi Hui and Xing Ping Chuangzhen were not there.

Where did Isshiki-senpai and Xinghei-kun go?

kitchen.

Xia Yu said casually, and took out a whole dissected fresh chicken from the freezer.

What are they doing in the kitchen? Maki staggered and stood up.

Go and see if you don't know.

right……

So, the girl, who was still a little confused, took her mobile phone and came to the kitchen on the first floor.

Sure enough, the kitchen was brightly lit. Xing Ping Chuang sat on the dining table with his chin resting on his hands, and when he heard footsteps, he turned around and said, Yo, Morita, you're awake too.

Yishihui, who was busy in front of the kitchen counter, also cast a glance.

Oh, Xingping-kun, it seems that you can't enjoy the dishes I made later.

No, I won't eat supper.

Morita Maki sat down and refused with a wave of his hand.

Ah, Maki, are you video chatting with that guy again? Xing Hei Chuangzhen tilted his head and even pushed Maki away, without the consciousness of being a light bulb, Hey hey hey!

Hey you wool, I'm listening, keep your voice down!

Xia Yu found the ingredients he needed to practice and was thinking about it in front of the kitchen counter.

Don't bother me next, or I'll turn off the video. Xia Yu put his phone on the cabinet, and before turning to process the ingredients, he looked at the camera and gave a warning.

Morita Maki hummed, Xing Ping Chuangzhen wanted to yell, but she stared at her.

Strange, it's already midnight, and he still wants to make chicken dishes?

Xing Ping Chuangzhen could only lower his voice.

Morita Maki didn't speak, put the phone on the table, rested her chin on both hands, and stared at the figure on the screen for a moment.

Xia's small shop kitchen.

Taking a sharp kitchen knife, he sliced ​​the onion methodically.

At this moment, there was a buzzing sound from the frying pan placed behind him on the stove, Xia Yu poured a small amount of olive oil into the pan, and when the oil was hot, he put the washed raw rice grains into the pan and stir-fried.

What kind of rice is that? Xing Ping Chuang was really surprised, The shape is so round and full!

Thai rice, Indian rice? Maki Morita was also guessing.

Yishihui brought over the dishes she had just prepared, a small plate of 'Grilled Pepper Fish'. He was also attracted by the screen of the mobile phone. Looking over, he was surprised: It should be Egyptian rice...

Um? !

Suddenly, the three onlookers were shocked.

Xia Yu didn't put seasoning directly into the pot, but used a small seasoning plate to mix salt, cumin, black pepper and other seasonings together, muttering words, as if muttering the dosage of each ingredient.

The rice grains were stir-fried for about ten minutes, water was added, and the fire boiled. Xia Yu turned around to process the next batch of side dishes.

This time, peel and chop small onions.

Isshiki, Morita Maki, and Xinghei Soma saw him facing a cooking pot that had been placed on the stove for a long time, and the moment he lifted the lid, it was unsurprisingly full of white steam.

Bay leaves, cardamom, cardamom, black pepper...

He kept throwing spices into the boiling water, and his movements were so fast that it was dazzling.

It's done! Xia Yu clapped her hands and turned back to the kitchen counter.

Next, stuff the cooked Egyptian rice into the dissected chicken belly.

Seeing this step, Maki Morita and Soma Kohei exclaimed in unison:

It's 'Spice Nine Egyptian Roast Chicken'!