Rebirth as a Cooking God

There was no cheering or discussion, and it came directly to the most exciting ending.

Pap...

The old man Xia Qing, holding a clean rag in his hand, kept taking out the bamboo tubes that had been roasting for a long time from the grill.

The bamboo tubes fell on the big plate one by one, like sugar cane, stacked one on top, without any fancy presentation.

A certain bamboo tube was placed on the plate, and it suddenly trembled and made a sweet sound. It was obvious that too much heat had been eaten in the past hour, and the bamboo was dried out, and cracks visible to the naked eye began to appear on the surface.

In this way, all the large bamboo tubes were brought to the judging table.

Everyone, please enjoy——

Xia Qing said.

Behind the table, the five judges who had taken off their hoods to reveal their true faces all slightly raised their heads to look at the burly Xia Qing, their expressions either indifferent or showing kindness.

Yan Qi was the friendliest among the five, with a smile in his eyes.

The old man Wei showed his hostility without any concealment, his eyes were cold.

He and Huang He, who were originally the Dragon Masters of Baiyu Tower, had to stand on the same front no matter what, that is, they were in the same camp. Even if what happened ten years ago had not happened, the Wei family would still cast such a cold gaze on anyone who dared to challenge the majesty of Bai Yulou.

Mr. Lan and Mr. Li belong to the neutral faction and have plain expressions.

The most incomprehensible thing is the leader of the Chinese world in the middle. His eyes are always looking at Xia Qing. There is neither hostile indifference nor kindness. They are as deep as an ancient well and a deep pool, calm and waveless.

No one responded to Xia Qing, and the scene was a little awkward for a while.

Old man!

Xia Yu subconsciously clenched his fists, with a trace of sweat on his palms.

Ding!

The crisp sound of the hook falling to the ground.

Everyone followed the sound and saw the rickety-looking Huang He, who was wearing heat-insulating gloves and took out the heavy roasted whole crane directly from the fireplace and placed it on the kitchen counter with a bang.

The table had been covered with a layer of lotus leaves. Huang He grabbed a sharp knife and with a wave of his hand, the knife struck the lower abdomen of the roasted crane. Then, the opening that had been sutured by the sheep intestines was neatly cut open by the sharp blade.

But this time it was different. The sharp blade was swung away, and within a second, the smell was released hissing like a smoke bomb, covering the entire lobby in an instant.

The auditorium, which had been silent for 2 hours since Shoji, finally heard a commotion.

“What a delicate taste!”

Xia Yu's face was shocked in the thick fog-like smell.

Yes, slim.

Just like the hands Xia Yu saw before, they were delicate and delicate.

How to describe it? From the perspective of the heat, the flavor of the crane meat itself and the smell of wood fire are completely incompatible with exquisiteness when grilling meat over a fierce fire.

Roasting should correspond to the original and bold style, because it is the most direct method of cooking using flames.

Even if we don't talk about the heat, from the perspective of ingredients, Xia Yu and the audience in front are not blind, and their memories are good. Naturally, they remember that Yellow Crane poured a lot of fresh crane blood into the crane's belly...

Blood itself carries a fishy smell, right?

And the fishy smell has nothing to do with delicate or slender or anything like that!

The smell is like a smoke bomb, released fiercely and gone quickly.

When Xia Yu regained consciousness and once again cast his gaze at the roasted whole crane on the lotus leaf on the table, his pupils suddenly shrank.

A snow-white crane stands on the table, surrounded by mist, like a fairyland.

Isn't this crane already slaughtered...

I couldn't help but rub my eyes.

The picture disappeared, and all the eyes could see were some bright red rice balls.

Yellow Crane took a wooden spoon and scooped out the red rice grains from the belly button of the crane. The grains of these rice were distinct, and each grain was like a blood stone, with a frightening sparkle flowing on the surface.

The heaps of red rice watered with blood are crystal clear, like a carnival of art treasures, which makes people dazzled.

ah--

Zhu Qing covered her mouth with her hands and shouted, I saw it again!

Yes, I saw it again!

Xia Yu was inexplicably shocked.

The crane reappeared, but this time it was dancing on the glass rice bowl held by Huang He in both hands, with a breathtaking aura.

Suddenly, the crane stopped, folded its wings, and stared at the audience with its eyes. Those red eyes seemed to be dotted with vermilion paint, giving people the impression that they were those precious rice grains.

Xia Qing, let me come first -

Huang He placed the glass rice bowl on the judging table. His face was finally no longer expressionless, with a hint of ridicule, Isn't there a popular saying in the Japanese world... The first to win will lose...

Yes, the first to win will lose.

The old man Xia Qing nodded and actually got out of the way.

Seeing Xia Qing's straightforwardness, Huang He was slightly surprised, but this surprise was quickly broken by his confidence. The Lord Dragon of Baiyu Tower nodded and said, I admire your momentum and courage.

Subconsciously, he assumed a condescending attitude.

I remember that ten years ago you went abroad to escape, and your cooking skills were at the end of your journey. In the past ten years, you have achieved dragon level overseas. You are too lucky, so you should live in a corner overseas. Maybe Xia You can still be a king of the mountain in the corner, why would you come back to stir up trouble?

Huang He said calmly.

I, unlike the three old guys you defeated before, I was at the dragon level more than ten years ago.

I know. Xia Qing replied.

Haha, it seems that you are mentally prepared for defeat. Huang He sneered softly, Can you afford the defeat of the Shiji agreement? Well, I will give you the opportunity to voluntarily abstain. Here If I give up and leave the Lou Lin Ship, I will pretend that this Shoji never happened, we will end in a draw, and there won’t be any gossip in the Chinese community.”

Then……

Huang He's eyes became slightly cold, Retreat overseas, don't come back again, and be a mountain king in Japan.

Xia Qing shook his head, Have you said enough?

Let's serve——

His answer was so concise.

Huang He chuckled, In that case...

Five small bowls were placed on the table. Holding a spoon, he filled each small bowl with rice.

Yan Qi, who had just been listening to the verbal exchange between the two, was the first to pick up the chopsticks, frowning, and picked up a ball of bloody rice grains cooked in the crane's belly.

In his slightly sinking gaze, tiny crane shadows emerged inside these rice grains.

It's like, within every grain of rice, there is a crane imprisoned.

It's just a small amount, but on the chopsticks, it feels like it weighs more than a thousand kilograms. Yan Qi's palm holding the chopsticks trembled slightly.

Ten Thousand Cranes Picture!

There was a deep voice from the side.

Elder Lan, Elder Li and Elder Wei were also attracted by the rice balls on their chopsticks.

light--

The leader of the Chinese world in the center suddenly shouted.

Snapped!

A second or two later, a beam of light descended from the sky above the lobby and landed directly on the glass basin in Huang He's hands.

All cranes dance together!

The sudden burst of food scenes was like kicking over a crane's nest.

A hallucination?

Xia Yu rubbed his eyes and watched in horror as the screen faded.

There was a wheezing sensation beside him.

Zhu Qing collapsed in the seat as if paralyzed, with beads of sweat covering her smooth forehead. Her small mouth kept opening and closing, breathing out, and her delicate face was filled with shyness and fear. In Zhu Qing's head, the scene of thousands of cranes spreading their wings and swooping towards her, forming a white wave and tearing her clothes apart, seemed to have happened in reality. She curled up in her chair, arms wrapped tightly around herself.

Xia Yu opened his mouth and was about to ask, but his expression suddenly changed.

Zhu Qing closed her eyes. All the shyness and fear disappeared, and a peaceful look gradually appeared on her face.

In the broadcast screen.

The old man Xia Qing opened the lid of a bamboo tube on the top floor.

The rice grains are exposed to the air.

At the same time, the artistic conception given to the food by a dragon chef pours out completely at this moment.