Rebirth as a Cooking God

The night is getting darker.

It was almost midnight, and the bustling shopping street showed signs of being deserted.

The restaurant began to clear away the tables and chairs, and the food festival stalls outside were more or less ready to be vacated.

The wind suddenly picked up late at night, and the weather forecast said that there would be a sharp drop in temperature tonight. At this time, Morita Maki was standing in front of the Morita Pastry Shop. When the wind blew and her whole body shivered, she realized deeply that this How much the temperature dropped.

Since there were no customers, she could finally go upstairs to find a scarf to protect herself from the wind. But just as Morita Maki was about to take a step, the clear sound of conversation passing by the store door made her subconsciously stamp her feet.

Two men who looked like journalists with cameras hanging on their chests were discussing excitedly.

Chef Xia's Christmas Food Festival stall tonight was really popular. A whole truck of red wine was sold out half an hour ago!

It's not just Chef Xia's stall. The business in this neighborhood tonight is extremely booming. When the report comes out tomorrow, it will probably make the entire Japanese food industry look at it.

If you ask me, Chef Xia's pricing for snacks is too close to the people. A cup of mulled wine and a bag of roasted chestnuts cost 500 yen. Elementary school students have the purchasing power, so the queue size is so scary. Really, I would rather price it higher. , it’s best to scare other guests away and let us repeat the free tasting, that would be great!”

Hey, stop dreaming. This is a big holiday gift. I don't know when the next time will be!

It wasn't until the sound was too far away that Maki Morita took another step.

Thump thump thump!

Putting on her boots, her steps became inexplicably brisk. Morita Maki was in a happy mood. When she went to the boudoir and stood in front of the makeup mirror to tie a scarf on herself, she couldn't help but glance at a gift box on the dressing table.

The gift box was tied with a bow, and there wasn’t anything fancy inside. It was just a knitted scarf. What’s the meaning? It was knitted stitch by stitch by a girl who stayed up all night in the Jixing dormitory. She still has a band-aid on her finger. I was accidentally pricked by a knitting needle while taking a nap.

Beep, beep, beep, beep...

Suddenly, the sound of an alarm clock sounded in the room, and Maki Morita screamed. Of course she would not forget the reminder alarm clock she set herself. She slapped her forehead and said, It's only 10 minutes until twelve o'clock!

Don't be afraid, Maki!

Holding the claw machine tightly with both hands, the girl talked to herself and encouraged herself, her face was so determined.

Open the line software.

Are you there?

...

Just after sending this message, Morita Maki looked at the previous historical messages that had not received a reply. From last night to late tonight, there seemed to be about seven or eight Are you there? messages. She stuck out her tongue, and two flowers appeared on her cheeks. The lovely Hongxia whispered to herself in embarrassment and stamped her feet, Ayu, really, you haven't replied to me since yesterday. What are you doing!

The girl vaguely realized that if she continued to post nonsense like Are you there?, she might not be able to get the response she wanted.

He mustered up the courage again, and with a slight tremor in his fingers, he typed out a message with difficulty:

If you see this, please come to that place, you know, I have a Christmas present for you!

You must definitely come! I'm waiting for you!

Snapped!

After locking the phone and unable to see the chat box, the rapidly beating heart gradually returned to its normal frequency. The girl held the phone and closed her eyes and then opened them, inhaling and exhaling. Repeatedly, it took two or three minutes for her whole body to calm down. .

I found the gift bag and packed the gift box. Of course, in addition to the towels, there were also two boxes of Christmas snacks with her personal imprint of Morita Maki. One box was chocolate candies, and the other was a Christmas cake.

Carrying the bag, he went downstairs. The sound of footsteps alerted Morita's mother in the kitchen. She stuck her head out and shouted at the girl who ran straight out of the bakery: Maki, what are you doing?!

The girl didn't answer. Instead, she moved a small cardboard box to the corner of the store. With both hands full of things, she disappeared into the strong wind of the shopping street.

…

Xia's Christmas Food Festival stalls are closed.

Just dealing with the empty red wine bottles is enough to give people a headache. The cooking pots and woks have to be moved back to the backyard. It is worth mentioning that tonight, the snacks of Tamagawa sisters and Zhu Qing also sold well and were well received. Sold out.

The customers in the store were walking around and scattered, but there was a car parked in the dark on the street outside.

The driver is a professional driver wearing a suit and is taciturn.

In the back seat of the car, Alice, who was wearing a dress, bit her lip and looked restless. She would light up her phone screen from time to time, look at the silent chat box, and gritted her teeth and cursed: Pretend to be dead, pretend to be dead, I told you to pretend to be dead! Just don't do it! Text me back!”

He was so angry that he kicked the seat. The driver in the front seat looked straight ahead without squinting.

With trembling fingers, he typed out another message:

My good, good, good lecturer, do you want my Christmas gift? I'm right outside your door, come out!

It's within reach!

It was simply a bold statement, and the style was perfectly consistent with the last night attack that almost succeeded.

After sending the message, Alice glanced sideways at the intact gift bag next to her. After confirming that nothing was wrong, she let out a breath, showing a bit of anxiety and expectation, The lecturer will come, right? I'm already at his door. , if you don’t come...

at the same time.

The outskirts of Tokyo, Hakone.

In the mountains and forests, at Chiyo Shrine, Erina Nakiri held her hands on the vermilion railings and looked at the small town with lights like fireflies below the mountain, with a trace of lingering shame in her eyes.

Thinking of how I had been waiting for him at the door all afternoon but was so exhausted, bang!

After kicking on the railing for a long time, Erina's sizable and undulating small breasts flattened out. With an expressionless expression, Erina unlocked the phone screen, which still showed the familiar chat box interface.

The avatar of the chat partner is a picture of the final winner of the Sapporo competition toasting on the stage, with stars shining brightly.

Like Morita Maki, there are historical chat records with a strong sense of déjà vu.

Are you there?

Are you here or not?

Don't pretend to be dead, come out and make a noise.

The latest news was sent by Erina who gave up waiting and took a special car to Hakone Chiyo Shrine to attend the winter training class. She was angry but also indifferent: I threw my Christmas gift in the trash can, don't miss it!

After changing her place and mood, she looked at this message again. A wave of fluctuation appeared in Erina's eyes. Her finger pointed away, but the words did not move. Her shoulders slumped slightly and she finally gave up.

How to do it?

Erina, who frowned and bit her lip, kept tapping the railing, feeling quite regretful in her heart. A moment of anger and impulse can indeed kill someone. How should I tell that annoying guy that she left the Christmas gift somewhere and asked someone to deliver it?

…

call!

Hearing the twelve o'clock clock ringing in the store, Xia Yu finally had time to wipe the sweat from his forehead after moving the stove, and showed a smile that he thought was pure: Christmas Eve has passed. Is this considered a successful escape?

It was unexpectedly calm today, too calm to be true.

Tsk!

I have to secretly praise my wisdom and prowess. These little girls are so tender-skinned that they dare not stuff gifts in person, so their mobile phones become the channel for delivering messages. So, Xia Yu had predicted it yesterday and left her phone on the bedside to charge in advance. She kept turning it off and didn't take it with her.

What was it like yesterday?

To be honest, I'm quite curious.

After 12 o'clock, it was Christmas. Xia Yu finally calmly went upstairs and found his mobile phone on the bedside.

The boot animation flashed.

Ding! Ding!

A message popped up in the push bar, and it turned out to be from the chat software.

But when he opened the software, he saw a bunch of avatars in the front row and a red reminder of the number of unread messages, which made Xia Yu hiss and gasp, Fuck, this number feels a bit bad!

Xia Yu shuddered at that time and felt a strong sense of resentment rushing towards him.