Rebirth as a Cooking God

No one expected that Xia Yu, who was the last to do it and had the biggest battle, was the first to present his cooking creations.

Grilled fish?

A strong fragrance mixed in the wind and drifted in all directions.

Nostrils fluttered, Gan Ri Xiangzi immediately wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth, like a puppet controlled by a puppeteer, walked straight to the dining table following a waft of fresh fragrance.

Soon, the inner and outer floors of the dining table were full of people.

Can I put down my chopsticks?

Gan Ri Xiangzi stared at the grilled crucian carp on the plate, swallowing continuously, and there was a similar swallowing sound beside her.

etc--

Dojima Gin and Ryoko Lina raised their hands to stop her at the same time.

Please Chiyo Miko try it!

The crowd spontaneously made way for a passage, and the ice-faced witch walked in with the help of the old woman.

Get out of the way.

More than a dozen old villagers also came in and became a militia group to maintain order. The crowd retreated step by step, and finally surrounded the scene like a bonfire dinner. Chidai Miko broke away from the young Miko's support and opened a fan.

One side of the fan is gold and the other side is silver. The gold represents the sun, while the silver represents the moon. There are two ways of yin and yang.

There is no orchestral sound, the picture is silent, only the old witch, in silence, holds the open fan and dances lightly in the circle.

Later, the young priestess also joined in, and she handed the Kagura bell to the old priestess, walking on the edge.

There are more and more people.

It's not an illusion. Tian Suohui and Morita Maki, who were in the crowd, obviously felt that more and more people were crowded behind, and their position was actually the innermost layer.

Sirens sounded.

The police from the nearby police station finally arrived by car, and the tourists who heard the news entered the venue in an orderly manner under the guidance of the police.

Finally, the lighting is not limited to the bonfire. The light shines on the seats of the tourists, and the IGO staff arranges the viewing seats. The rear is close to the slope of the road, just like the stands of the stadium. It has been repaired layer by layer to accommodate many people.

After the Kagura dance was over, Tian Suohui and Morita Maki followed the Totsuki graduates to the guest seats, and looked around, only to realize that in just half an hour, the lakeside had become a veritable festival scene, and there were people everywhere in sight. one slice.

There were many English conversations among the noisy voices. The blond and blue-eyed Western tourists stretched their necks one by one, curious about the so-called 'Chiyo Festival'.

An unremarkable commercial vehicle quietly parked by the side of the road.

Miss Watanabe, we're here!

The driver reminded.

In the back seat of the car, a young woman with short and medium-length hair pushed open the door and got out of the car. Several entourages with work certificates trotted behind.

Click, click.

Taking the SLR camera carried by the staff, Watanabe Yuki stood on the high ground, pointed at the three altars by the lake, focused and took several high-definition pictures in a row, then waved to the staff below him, and said vigorously: All Spread out, according to the work plan, conduct targeted interviews, and sort out the manuscripts after going back tonight—

After all, Watanabe Yuki walked alone and came to the guest seat.

The police who maintained order stopped her, but Yuki Watanabe smiled and pointed to the work certificate on his chest, and the police let her go after a few glances.

As soon as he arrived at the guest seat, Watanabe Yuki's eyes lit up.

There were a few young boys and girls in high school uniforms who were very conspicuous in the guest seats.

But anyone who knows a little about the neon gourmet world can tell which school they come from from the school uniform. As Yuki Watanabe walked over, he took out a black recording pen from the accompanying lady's handbag.

Hello!

With a crisp and soft voice, it was called Sumida Sukehui.

ah?

Tian Suohui looked back from the far side, blinked, and at some point beside the seat stood a professional woman, wearing a white uniform skirt, a little makeup, a pair of beautiful eyes slightly slanted upwards, giving the impression of being capable and decisive .

Hello! Tian Suohui whispered.

I'm the editor of Taste Weekly, may I have a few minutes of your time?

Taste Weekly?

Tian Suohui covered his mouth, obviously he had heard the name of this weekly magazine, and stammered back: Is that the gourmet magazine with the number one sales in neon?

As a student of Yuanyue, Tian Suohui certainly reads professional gourmet newspapers and magazines.

Among a bunch of professional magazines, Taste Weekly is the most professional and most popular with chefs and gourmets. Of course, the weekly magazine that has long occupied the top spot in sales is not just professional in content. Apart from professionals, the public also Because of the interesting content is very attractive.

For example, Taste Weekly has launched a column on tourist holy places in the past two years, introducing in depth the food streets, food shops and food programs worth visiting in some famous places.

Chiyo Matsuri is well-known in the Hakone area, and it is normal for Taste Weekly to conduct interviews on site.

Tian Suohui is not stupid, but just not confident enough. After a little thought, he can think clearly.

But it was too late for her to refuse. The female editor who claimed to be Watanabe Yuki had already stretched out the recording pen and stared at her intently.

You, you can ask, my name is Tian Suohui. Tian Suohui was a little shy, it was the first time for her to be interviewed, and it was the famous Taste Weekly magazine.

Tasuo-san, are you a first-year student in Totsuki?

right……

But as far as I know, the dormitory study for freshmen in Yuanyue has ended this morning, and all first-year students should have returned to the campus in Tokyo. Why are you here? Yuki Watanabe asked straightforwardly.

Yes, President Dojima asked us to stay!

Tian Suohui weakly pointed at Dojima Gin who was busy not far away.

Huh.

Hearing that Dojima Gin was also there, Watanabe Yuki's eyes lit up, coughed, apologized to Tian Suohui, and hurriedly ran to the burly man who was going back and forth between the altar and the dining table at the end.

Mr. Dojima, Mr. Dojima...

Yuki Watanabe chases Dojima Yin.

Miss Watanabe?

With a slight pause in his footsteps, Dojima Gingang put the two plates of grilled fish dishes in his left and right hands on the dining table, glanced at the woman who stopped him, and was suddenly surprised, Is your nose always so sensitive, Taste Weekly?

Actually, I arrived in Hakone two days ago. Yuki Watanabe smiled, Thanks to the news from my family, I only know the time of the major and minor exams for this seminar.

Chief—

There was a faint shouting sound from the far end.

Dojima Gin, who was about to exchange a few words with the female editor, changed his expression slightly, and strode towards an altar.

Are you okay?

Through the fire belt, Dojima Gin shouted into the altar.

I'm fine. The crucian carp is gone. Continue to bring some over.

good!

With a trace of residual wonder in Dojima's silver eyes, he stared at the isolation strips stacked on the edge of the altar.

The firewood was almost burned, but what was left was not wreckage, but red carbon that continued to emit high temperature. Dojima Gin knew, and then put dry firewood on it, and the fire dragon would roar and wake up again.

However, can the young chef who is also roasted in the fire survive?

Dojima Gin felt a little regretful.

He knew Xia Yu's recipe at noon, but instead of stopping it, he became an accomplice in preparing fuel.

To some extent, there is a fire hidden in his heart.

The soul of fire that devours everything should be able to break through the shackles of the human body's limit this time.

Dojima Gin thought.

Perhaps, we can only hope for a miracle, and hope that he can defeat himself...