Rebirth as a Cooking God

Chen Yang sat at the bar, with the blonde next to him. There were not many seats left in the store.

Um?

There was also a person not far away from the bar. When he heard the movement, he looked up. Chen Yang noticed the other person's gaze and looked at him subconsciously, then froze.

Thick black hair shawls, wearing a black robe.

The key is that a face is covered by an iron mask, only revealing a pair of frightening eyes.

Isn't this the 'Dragon Tamer' Star, one of the eight giants of the Food Club?

With his heart skipping a beat, Chen Yang said confusedly: Didn't this Star stay at the North American headquarters two days ago? At that time, the leader convened the Big Eight for a meeting, and no one was absent!

There was only one possibility. Star had just arrived in the past couple of days, and Chen Yang happened to meet him at the Christmas Food Festival.

They nodded to each other without saying anything.

Chen Yang knew Sta, and Sta naturally also knew Lin Qingfeng's only son. Moreover, Chen Yang himself was also a dazzling newcomer in the food club, and had made great achievements in leading the Tiger Head Club.

His eyes returned to the mulled wine and roasted chestnuts.

A glass of red wine, steaming hot.

Spiced wine is not difficult to cook. The additives are on the one hand and the heat on the other hand. You only need to heat it slowly and be careful not to exceed the boiling point of alcohol. Then a pot of red wine will most likely be cooked successfully.

Now sitting down and smelling the taste, Chen Yang was even more convinced: This mulled wine is not simple!

Why?

Based on the olfactory judgment of a top-notch chef, with just a slight sniff, Chen Yang's eyes seemed to pierce through this white Christmas and see a colorful dream world.

Try it!

Suddenly, Star's voice came: Maybe through this glass of wine, you will know the difference between you and him.

Chen Yang's face was shocked, right?

Holding the cup with both hands, he took a small sip without hesitation.

The wine is hot but not hot.

But in an instant, Chen Yang's mouth was shaking violently, as if he was bombarded by a rain of meteorites.

The dark brown pupils were stained by a torrent of colors, and in the torrent were apples, oranges, lemons and other fruits, as well as star anise, cinnamon and cinnamon sticks.

Colors have become supporting roles. At this moment, in the torrent, the fruits and spices that can be seen everywhere are the protagonists. Chen Yang feels that these ordinary ingredients have suddenly transformed, and they are all filled with divine light, as if they have become gods.

It is terrifying to become the food of a god.

The shock of what he saw and heard was written all over his face. Chen Yang took one sip after another, and before he knew it, the wine glass in his hand had reached the bottom.

ha--

Until the last breath, he couldn't help but exhale, releasing the strange power accumulated in his mouth.

Bang bang bang!

There was a faint sound of magic, and an army of fruits and spices poured out of the mist with playful shouts. Chen Yang was caught off guard and was surrounded by this fantasy army. He looked up and down the bar, looking around, his eyes filled with emotion. Shock and disbelief.

Are they coming out? he murmured.

What, can you find Color? Star spoke again, obviously paying attention to Chen Yang.

color?

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yang knew that a Lin giant would not ask questions without reason, so he thought about it carefully before organizing his words: Apples, oranges and lemons, as well as a variety of spices, are colorful in themselves...

hehe.

Star just said lightly: In daily life, would you pay attention to these colors and be infected by them?

Chen Yang lowered his head and was speechless.

At the same time, a layer of surprise filled his eyes.

yes!

Ordinary ingredients, even if they are brightly colored, are simply impossible to pry away the appetite of a domineering chef through their appearance, or to let the chef see some delicious scenery through their colors.

But why does this glass of Christmas mulled wine do it?

Someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

Chen Yang suddenly turned his head and saw another Lin giant, Burning Purple Rose. Andrea raised a smile at him: Chen Yang, have you tried Chef Xia's Seven Color Snow Girl?

Huh? Chen Yang was stunned. After two or three seconds, he suddenly realized. No wonder the name seemed familiar. Even though he was a homebody, he had heard about it under the overwhelming news reports in recent days, but Chen Yang was even more confused. , I know that the Seven Color Snow Girl is the most popular product of Chef Xia's farm, but does it have anything to do with the mulled wine at tonight's Christmas Food Festival?

What, it turns out that you haven't drank the Seven Color Snow Girl, so I'm afraid you can't taste it, because the key rainbow key has disappeared in the torrent of colors. You need to find it yourself and pursue the answer to the mystery.

Andrea suddenly lost interest, shook her hand, returned to her seat and sat down.

Well!

Chen Yang was choked badly.

What is the relationship between the two?

He wanted to go berserk in his heart. He looked at the empty wine glass on the table, his throat couldn't help but roll, and a voice asked: Can I get a refill?

not far away.

Zhu Qing glanced sideways at Chen Yang, who was sitting blankly, and said, Another one was fooled by the show!

Dojima Gin and Saiba Joichiro are exchanging tasting experiences.

Joichiro, you can taste it. It has exactly the same meaning as the egg custard that day. It makes ordinary ingredients shine!

Saiba Joichiro nodded, with deep eyes. As he spoke, he kept looking at the young chef who was continuing to cook mulled wine in the wine shop outside the house, and said slowly: However, this time there is a show of ordinary ingredients, and the ferry is full of... The dreamy temperament is given by fantasy, you can understand it, right, Yin?

Dojima Gin's smile faded slightly, and he nodded after a while.

There's something familiar about it.

Dojima Gin was saying this, and Alice, who was sitting next to her parents and Senzaemon, was also whispering.

Hearing this, Senzaemon's eyes flashed and he looked at his granddaughter: Alice, can you talk about the familiar feeling in your heart?

Alice was a straightforward person who said whatever she felt in her heart, and immediately replied: Grandpa, didn't you taste it? I always feel that ordinary ingredients and fantasy ingredients are combined into one, and they are truly integrated. The recipe of your Demon Ramen is the same. That night, the lecturer used your recipe to cook ramen, and what I ate was the same sense of harmony, without any abruptness!

The speaker speaks quickly, but the listener is interested.

Nakiri Munue secretly took a deep breath, no way...

Senzaemon said cheerfully: Well Alice, tell me what fantasy ingredients are in this mulled wine?

Alice was embarrassed to stick out her tongue and said softly: Grandpa, I can't eat it!

Why!

Senzaemon looked nonchalant on the outside and smiled, but he sighed in his heart.

He listened to almost all the conversations in the room. However, even veteran chefs like Star and Andrea could only vaguely grasp the disappearing key, but they had no power to hide the key. Nothing.

He suddenly thought of half a line of the poet's poem: Moisturize things silently.

Of course, don’t forget the first half of the sentence.

When almost all the guests cannot taste the so-called spice structure and spice combination, and think that everything they see and hear is so natural, that is the embodiment of the chef's skills.

Nakiri Senzaemon was inexplicably inspired, and thought of a sentence from the Tao Te Ching, and couldn't help but whisper:

The sound is loud, the elephant is invisible...