Rebirth as a Cooking God

The dish Li Quan presented was flame pot stickers.

And Saiba Joichiro, unexpectedly, finally got a plate of fried dumplings.

Including the Chinese fried noodles in the first round, the pancakes in the second round, and the snacks in this round, the Sapporo finals are obviously centered around Chinese food. The emotions of the event officials at this moment are extremely complicated.

gone--

Seeing the two chefs serving the dishes one after another, before the judges started to judge, a participating team left the guest table.

Lens to the past.

In the picture, this group of people are all wearing black crane cloaks with lin patterns. This kind of traditional and ancient coat is more like a striking group costume.

The number of people is the same as the Baiyulou team, seven people, five special chefs and two Lin giants.

Dojima Ginji looked at the TV screen with fear.

This is the Bamianlou competition team!

Staring at the ordinary-looking special chef at the head, Dojima Gin said: This person's name is Lin Miao, the leader of the 'Five Mysterious Snakes'. According to Joichiro and I's assessment, he is not weaker than Li Quan at all.

If Bamianlou hadn't taken the initiative to withdraw from the competition, the District B finals would have been an inextricable fight.

Xia Yu was also looking at this group of people curiously.

There is no doubt that the ‘Bamenlou Competition Group’ is essentially the representative of the dark world of China.

Outside the Chinese circle, the so-called dark chefs are actually a group of people who use taboo ingredients and gourmet cells to engage in illegal activities. The 'Food Society' is one of the representatives, but compared to some extremist organizations, it is still a reputable 'foodie' in the world. It can be regarded as cherishing feathers, otherwise the competition officials would not let their team participate.

The Chinese dark chefs are completely different from the notorious evil chefs in the world.

To put it simply, one is to follow the path of spiritual idealism, and the other is to rely on food and strength to destroy.

Over the years, the dark world of China has not been a stagnant water.

I heard from Zhu Qing that in the early years, there was also a craze for gourmet cells, that is, chefs called Shiba Lin, in mainland China, and many outstanding figures emerged. However, the people who started the trend were too arrogant and offended the leader, and were killed. The newly gathered forces collapsed. . But it is undeniable that from the past to the present, there has also been a school of food tyrants in mainland China, but they have just become more low-key.

To be honest, if given the chance, Xia Yu wouldn't mind competing with the Chinese Dark Chef to learn from each other.

He had a strong premonition.

The competition in the form of greetings will come soon.

Xia Yu was already thinking secretly about what recipe to use to greet the dark world.

After all, speaking of it, a lot of his content belongs to the dark world.

Cooking skills, kitchen utensils.

There are also quite a few paleo recipes that I put my personal stamp on.

…

The third round of evaluation is in progress.

The Bamianlou team left early.

The two Lin giants of Baiyu Tower, Lan Chuhan and Xue Feichen, looked at each other and felt helpless.

Li Quan is so stubborn!

Xue Feichen cursed in a low voice: Before starting, I told him repeatedly not to use Explosive Flame to avoid the sharp edge! He still insists on serving dishes with flames as the core, isn't he just asking for abuse?

Lan Chuhan sighed and looked towards the judging table.

At this time, Li Quan was looking expectantly at the five judges who had tasted his 'flame pot stickers'.

But Li Quan's heart was gradually sinking.

The faces of the five judges remained calm. Even if they swallowed most of the pot stickers in one go, their reactions were as bland as water.

Li Han stopped playing mobile games and looked up, his eyes full of complexity.

Completely...lost!

He clenched his fists, and there was a sense of reluctance in his eyes. But thinking of the meaning of being called a loner, Li Han swallowed in fear. When he looked at his uncle again, there was only admiration and appreciation in his eyes. .

Uncle Quan, I will obey you!

Shout out loud and give a thumbs up to the chef on stage.

Hearing the sound, Li Quan looked over, with only bitterness on his face.

Li Han understood the meaning behind this bitter expression.

This is not a private battle, but an international competition stage. Li's uncle and nephew both entered the battle, but both lost on the explosive dishes. At this time, a storm is probably brewing in the Chinese food industry.

In any case, what Li gained from the Sapporo competition was probably only negative energy.

no!

It has no power to impress me at all!

Not enough! Not enough flames!

The five judges put down their chopsticks one after another.

Then, try my fried dumplings - Saiba Joichiro took a step forward.

This man, in international competitions, was still wearing the same black close-fitting sweatshirt, not a chef's uniform, only a big apron, and his long red hair made him look mature and charming.

Fried dumplings?

Andrea held her cheek with one hand and looked languid, like a patient with advanced anorexia. She glanced at Saiba Joichiro's fried dumplings, her eyes were cold, and her words were full of impoliteness: If you still prefer cooking with 'fire' and cooking with 'fire' as the soul, then you don't want to eat it, I will abstain from voting. Bar!

Luther, the IGO research authority, was wiping the grease from his lips with a white handkerchief, and seemed not to want to taste it.

Hearing this, the chefs on and off the stage who understood the meaning of Andrea's words all had complicated expressions.

yes!

‘Xia’s Seven Kingdoms Unification Fried Noodles’ is ahead, but the road is cut off. Any subsequent dishes with ‘flame’ as the core will definitely fall into the abyss.

You will find out after you eat it!

Saiba Joichiro said calmly.

Then... let's eat and see!

Adelaide picked up the chopsticks and picked up the fried dumplings.

Although pot stickers and fried dumplings are both stuffed in skins, their appearance and cooking methods are quite different.

After sniffing the taste, Adelaide's eyes flashed, he opened his mouth, and swallowed the delicate and small fried dumplings whole in one bite!

vomit!

A violent earthquake shook the tables and chairs.

The audience stared blankly with their hands clasping their necks, like a British young man dying of drowning, all with confused faces.

Dry cough, retching!

But Adelaide held on to the fried dumplings in her mouth. Even though her face was flushed and her hands were clasping her neck to prevent her from breathing, she was still chewing and drooling uncontrollably. Raindrops are falling!

“Ho, ho, ho—”

Finally, after swallowing the food, Adelaide seemed to have lost all strength and collapsed softly on the chair.

Witness this scene.

I'll try it too!

The chief judge, Shinichiro Furukawa, also held chopsticks and put a fried dumpling into his mouth.

boom!

Although he was mentally prepared, Furukawa Shinichiro was still so shocked that he stood up like a snake and dropped his chopsticks to the ground.

S-Sura!

With cold sweat on his forehead, Furukawa Shinichiro shouted unconsciously.

Star also stuffed fried dumplings into his mouth at some point, pressed hard on the iron mask that was about to fall off his face with one palm, and said in a low voice: ...it seems like a palm broke through the stomach pouch, pierced the esophagus, and reached my... Mouth, forcefully opened my mouth...irresistible violence!

Hiss!

The memory of being a loner and being an emperor was shattered by a punch from a ghostly hand with exposed veins!

The forbidden appetite suddenly opened a big hole.

Rough and direct food meaning!

Shura...

Is this your cooking aesthetic?

Soon, the five judges came to their senses and stared at Ichiro Saiba with a look of horror on their faces.

Poor hospitality—

The man with the name Shura just smiled faintly.

Seeing this, Gin Dojima slapped his thigh in the background.

This guy is competing with you!

He glanced at Xia Yu and said, Joichiro, he actually hates his job as a foodie. If he hadn't hated it and let it go, he would have been Chef Lin long ago, instead of the half-hearted person he is now.

In order to compete with you from a distance, he finally showed his trump card. You kid is so proud!