Rebirth as a Cooking God

The host gets [initial task].

Tip: As a kitchen apprentice, you should move towards independence and take charge of creating a dish that pleases you and your guests.

Reward: Recipe Magic Mapo Tofu (blue).

Huh.

Xia Yu was happily lamenting the benefits of the traversers, but he did not expect that the God of Cooking system issued him a task.

Initial task, cook a dish?

Not difficult!

Xia Yu suddenly grinned, but the system reminded him indifferently: The task must be completed if the customer is satisfied.

Guest? Where is the guest from? Xia Yu couldn't help smiling wryly.

His family's small Chinese cuisine shop rarely opens once a month. It's not that it's too remote, but that the old man's temper is too weird and vicious. Who will come to eat after a long time?

Xia Yu also tried to solicit customers, but the old man only had a simple evaluation of his behavior - it was useless.

It was very straightforward, but Xia Yu dared to feel his conscience and said that this was absolutely the exact words, without any embellishments.

Lamenting in her heart why she had just met a stubborn old man, Xia Yu didn't dare to stay upstairs for too long, and hastily put a band-aid on the wound on her palm, took off her school uniform, and changed into one that was pale from washing and smelled faintly of sweat. Work clothes, thump, thump, trot downstairs.

Sitting down on the small bench, Xia Yu began to process the ingredients.

In fact, he handles a lot of ingredients every night, big fish and big meat, and of course all kinds of fruits and vegetables. Every time Xia Yu comes back from school in the evening, he sees the ingredients piled up in the corner of the kitchen, but he has never seen the supplier who brought the ingredients .

Also, although the small shop has no business, the food consumption is terrible. Xia Yu was puzzled from the beginning, looking for the answer openly and secretly, but gradually he didn't bother to think about it.

In his heart, Xia Yu called this the second unbelievable incident at Xia's Chinese Restaurant.

One of the unthinkable events, of course, is the jar and the strange stone in it.

Snapped

A large lump of fresh and fat beef was thrown on the big chopping board. Xia Yu sharpened his knife routinely and stood in front of the chopping board with a shiny knife in his hand.

Cutting beef requires skill, and Xia Yu has mastered this skill a long time ago. As the so-called horizontal cutting of cattle, sheep and vertical cutting of pigs, he put the knife at a place 90 degrees vertical to the grain of the beef. out.

The whole lump of meat is cut into circles. At this time, there is a division of labor. Some beef is intended to be fried, while others need to be cut into pieces and shredded for other dishes.

This step was done in advance, but there is a refrigerator, so there is no need to worry about the meat losing its freshness. Xia Yu packed and sorted the cut beef, stuffed it into the freezer, and then processed the seafood.

Fish had to be scaled, gills and viscera removed, and shellfish were more troublesome to deal with. Xia Yu sorted them into several large buckets, turned around and took edible salt from the kitchen counter, sprinkled some in each bucket, and then took some more. A bottle filled with vegetable oil, pour a little oil into the bucket, not too much, as long as the vegetable oil just covers the water surface.

As we all know, oil floating on the surface of the water can isolate oxygen. When the fresh shellfish in the bucket lacks oxygen, it will open the body to breathe a lot and spit out fine sand, so that guests don’t need to eat sand after cooking. The taste, tsk, praise Like the tide.

After a lot of work, it finally reached midnight, and the antique wall clock hanging in the store made a very rhythmic clang.

call……

Taking off the apron, he crumpled the apron that was covered in all kinds of sewage and blood and threw it in the bathroom. Xia Yu fetched a basin of clean water in the bathroom again, and began to jump up and down the storefront, wiping the tables and chairs.

The sound of a spatula came from the other side of the kitchen. Xia Yu raised his head and glanced back. Unexpectedly, the old man started heating up the pot. Every time at this time was also Xia Yu's happiest moment of the day!

Finally, instead of gnawing on the bread in the shopping street, there is a fresh and warm supper to eat!

At this moment, Xia Yu had the urge to burst into tears, and worked harder, pricking up his ears to listen to the movement in the kitchen.

boom.

Soon, two steaming bowls of pasta were placed on the counter. The old man took off his chef's hat and said calmly, Take it—

Xia Yu suddenly turned around, and brought one of the bowls of noodles in front of him.

Naturally, there are no tables and chairs in the narrow storefront. If you have watched the TV series Late Night Canteen, it is not difficult to imagine the layout of a small store in your mind.

The supper is a bowl of clear soup ramen. The old man is very thoughtful. There are no other ingredients that stimulate the stomach.

The fragrance diffused in the storefront, Xia Yu held the chopsticks, clasped his palms together, and said devoutly, I'm starting!

To bow your head is to gobble it up.

After a few mouthfuls of noodles and a mouthful of soup, the hot food flowed into his throat. Xia Yu couldn't help but raise his head and sigh: This is food...

He knelt in front of the old man's culinary skills more than once, offering his integrity and knees.

The old man's supper changes almost every day, and this is Xia Yu's most sumptuous meal every day. Others, such as breakfast, lunch, and dinner, hehe, the first two meals are settled on the school road or in the school store, and the latter meal is Stop by when I get back from school.

If it weren't for the supper, Xia Yu would have quit long ago!

Regardless of past and present lives, Xia Yu dared to say that he had never eaten food better than the old man's, and noodle soup was only one of the old man's specialties.

The most memorable thing for Xia Yu was the seafood dumpling that he ate about half a year ago, and now thinking about it, his taste buds secreted a lot of saliva. Xia Yu swallowed, quickly finished a large bowl of noodles, then pushed away the empty bowl, and reached for another bowl of noodles at the counter, only to find the chirping sound of sucking food coming from beside him.

His face suddenly became ugly.

Hello, this is my face, who are you?

Looking at the empty counter, and looking at the customers sitting next to him at some point, eating a bowl of noodles with their heads down, Xia Yu couldn't help but look up at the ceiling, trying not to let the tears overflow from the corners of his eyes.

delicious!

What's more, this guest praised him endlessly while eating, As expected of Boss Xia's craftsmanship, haha, good luck tonight!

With his broken Chinese, Xia Yu knew that this rude guy was from Neon. He has almost never seen such a familiar RB person who takes other people's food for himself. For the Neon people, it is wrong to cause trouble for others. Now, food being stolen is no longer as simple as trouble, full of annoyance!

Huh.

Xia Yu's eyebrows moved.

Looking over, he realized that this guy was really weird. He was wearing a detective-like black overcoat, a black hat, and a high collar on a hot day.

Engage in Sherlock Holmes cosplay? Do you want another smoking gun prop?

It stands to reason that eating noodles like this would definitely sweat you all over. After all, the store is narrow and it's sweltering without the fan on, but when this guy ate a bowl of noodles and rubbed his belly, Xia Yu didn't notice the slightest trace of sweat on his exposed skin.

Sensing his gaze, the guest finally looked up and grinned at him.

The middle-aged man is quite elegant and handsome.

The veins on his forehead twitched. Xia Yu resisted the urge to punch him, bared his teeth and said, Your lips are stained with scallions...

Yeah?

After eating, the middle-aged man, with an elegant and calm aura, took a tissue from the counter, gently wiped off the chopped green onion, got up and threw the crumpled tissue back into the trash can, and sat back.

Then, the middle-aged man looked at Xia Yu with interested eyes.

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