Rebirth as a Cooking God

Kikuxia-chan is definitely not a spoof, but it really exists.

In Chinese Ichiban, Liu Pleiades once used the legendary kitchen utensil to turn the dragon pot into a short time to brew the Kikushita Sauce that takes a full year to make.

One year...

Tsk, this cooking time is enough to illustrate the rich flavor of Kikuxia sauce, right?

Shelly Fairy is the creator of Kikuxia-chan.

Naturally, the taste of Shell Fairy is the pure and original taste of Kikuxia sauce. Nothing wrong.

Original sauce! Xia Yu pinched his chin and smiled. He went to the store warehouse to check and accept the profit, but found that the warehouse space was empty. He immediately said in shock: System, where is the sauce?

Beep.

A holographic projection map of Ju Xia downstairs appeared in front of his eyes.

On the map, there are flashing red dots.

Xia Yu had played the game after all, and there were black lines on his forehead. Why did he feel like he was looking at a treasure map? Hey, this is treasure hunting!

I spent a whole day yesterday going downstairs to get acquainted with Ju.

The layout of the backyard was almost entirely imprinted in his mind, and even if Xia Yu was a hopeless road addict, he still had a system and found the specific location of the red dot easily.

An ancient well was in front of Xia Yu.

This is obviously an abandoned well. Not far away is a mossy wall, and on the other side of the wall is a deep alley.

The alleys are full of old houses.

The bricks and stones around the ancient well are exposed, and the blue bricks are old and have slight cracks. They look slippery in the early morning. You have to be careful when stepping on them to avoid falling.

Xia Yu took two steps forward and sighed. His eyes were attracted by a porcelain bowl that was as new as before and had a significantly different painting style on the well platform surrounding the ancient well.

A hint of unspeakable fragrance floated over in the breeze.

Sniffing his nose, Xia Yu looked surprised, Is this Kikuxia-chan? But why is it here!

Looking down at the deep ancient well.

Boom.

The echo of his half-step forward echoed back inside the ancient well, causing an inexplicable palpitating feeling.

While Xia Yu was holding the bowl, he said to the system: ...Can you identify this ancient well for me?

The current conditions for exploration are insufficient.

The system responded coldly.

ha.

Xia Yu was not disappointed, but shook his head and let out a funny laugh. Isn't the system's statement a sign that there is no three hundred taels of silver here.

He suddenly had some thoughts.

Since the specialty of Juxialou, Juxiajiang, comes from this, can we deduce that the extremely cold water of Baiyulou also has the strangeness of being silent?

Xia Yu, who has long understood the so-called inner world, dares to make bold assumptions.

but.

Now is not the time to dwell on the origins of Furui and Kikuxia-chan. Xia Yu looked up at the sun that was gradually climbing towards the sky and muttered: They must be here soon...

Around noon, two media teams arrived at Juxia downstairs.

Speaking of which, the leading ladies of the two teams are all acquaintances.

One person is Qi Qingyan.

The other person is Mu Xiaoyue.

In addition to hosting major events such as competitions and eating halberds, Qi Qingyan is usually the leading star of the national food channel.

As for Mu Xiaoyue, when Xia Yu first took over the store in Nihong, she brought a lot of joy to the boy.

Over the past year, not only Xia Yu has grown, but Mu Xiaoyue has also transformed from an Internet celebrity gourmet to the founder of the popular food self-media Witness Classic. She even appeared on this year's conference as a judge. The hunting stage.

It has been a few days since the Shoji incident, but its influence is still fermenting rapidly, spreading to places outside of China...

Xia Yu looked at the woman sitting in front of him.

Official media, private media.

Now it's all together.

There were too many media outlets trying to interview him, so Xia Yu chose these two for no other reason than to be a little more humane, which was good.

Qi Qingyan was dressed in an off-white skirt, her legs were close together, and she was sitting opposite.

...Chef Xia, do you still remember what Lan Lao said about your current achievements in cooking on the night of eating halberds? What do you think about holding the key? What are your thoughts?

How long do you think it will take before you can really push that dragon door open?

Questions came one after another.

Mu Xiaoyue and Qi Qingyan asked questions alternately. Xia Yu kept a calm smile, was neither hot nor cold, and gave good answers to all questions.

certainly.

His purpose in accepting interviews was not just to increase his exposure and gain a wave of fame.

It was already afternoon when the interview ended. Xia Yu stood up and said to a group of workers in the room: Thank you for your suffering -

where!

Chef Xia, thank you for your hard work!

The male and female workers were busy talking.

Xia Yu bent down slightly and made a gesture of invitation, Please come with me. I have a small treat to reward you.

Invite everyone to the back kitchen of Juxia downstairs.

Qi Qingyan and Mu Xiaoyue couldn't help but look at each other when they saw Xia Yu put on an apron in public and carefully cleaned her hands in front of the sink.

Dishes are cooked on site.

This is no small treat.

Seeing the excitement and excitement of the team members around them, they were both shocked and surprised.

Sister Qi, do you want to continue filming? the female assistant asked.

Qi Qingyan glanced at the shooting equipment and smiled slightly, Shoot, why not shoot? Since he wants to act in a play, we will help him to the end!

The female assistant tilted her head in confusion. Qi Qingyan smiled and said nothing.

As smart as she is, she can vaguely guess Xia Yu's inner thoughts, but her guesses need to be confirmed.

Xia Yu then moved a whole plate of fresh pork, took out the blade of the knife, and chopped the meat. At the same time, he did not forget to tell Liu Ying who had already gotten up and washed up: Xiao Ying, have you seen the wooden barrel in the corner? Pour out all the water in the bucket, put the glutinous rice in the basket, and drain the water.”

Pork, glutinous rice.

Then there was another yellow catfish that was still alive in the water tank.

And pumpkins.

The ingredients are mixed but not messy, giving everyone a strong sense of familiarity. Qi Qingyan said in shock: Ah, isn't this the complete set of ingredients for Wei Zhong's Three Steamings in One recipe?

…

At the same time, the large hospital in Jingchu provincial capital.

Rooftop.

Wei Zhong, who was wearing hospital clothes and looking haggard, held his hand on the railing and stared at the people coming and going under the hospital.

A female nurse covered her hat and shouted not far away: Chef Wei, it's windy up here. Please go back to the ward quickly. Someone is watching you coming.

Wei Zhong turned around slowly, Chef Wei? Huh.

The smile is filled with despair.

Please don't call me that again! He grabbed the stone under the guardrail and drew a row of clearly visible blood marks. I lost, and I am no longer a chef from now on!

waste!

A cold shout suddenly came from the corridor behind the nurse.

Huang He came up the stairs with his hands behind his back.

I, Huang He's disciple, even if he is knocked down to hell, he will still try to return to the world from hell!

Wei Zhong knelt down and lowered his head. His expression was unknown, but his hot tears were blown up by the strong wind and floated in the air.

Suddenly tearing open the hospital gown with a hiss, Wei Zhong knelt down and moved to reveal the indelible mark on his back to Huang He, I have... sunk forever!

Huang He's pupils narrowed.

Among the torn skin and flesh, the word unpalatable stands out.

After kowtowing heavily, Wei Zhong lay on the ground on the rooftop and choked with sobs: I am now a lonely ghost outside the world, ostracized by others, and my situation is worse than that of a rat crossing the street. I can no longer give you all the sacrifices I can to my adoptive father. It’s filial piety!”

Get up - Huang He looked gloomy and grabbed Wei Zhong's shoulders. Seeing his adopted son and eldest disciple, who he regarded as his own son, crying so hard in front of him, he felt that his heart was being squeezed. With his lips pursed, Huang He's eyes looked sad, It's my fault! We underestimated the enemy, no, we fell into the trap of the Xia family's grandsons!

Xia Qing!!

The ferocious voice echoed on the rooftop.

At some point, the female nurse quietly closed the door and retreated to the rooftop. She heard the dull roar on the stairs and covered her mouth in fear.