Rebirth as a Cooking God

The road to cooking is indeed like sailing against the current. The old man Xia Qing told the truth, but it was a rare trip back to Shu. He knew best whether he came back specifically to check on his grandson's cooking skills.

at this time.

In the practice kitchen in the backyard of Ju Downstairs, Xia Yu was unaware of the situation outside and was still focused on cultivation.

It is said that practice makes perfect, and cooking shines, not to mention other difficult and metaphysical things. The chef must at least develop his proficiency in recipes to the fullest, right? He turned his back to the door and window, squatted down, and added new charcoal to the pile of charcoal in front of him. Of course, the 'Morse Oil', which is a metaphor for explosive fire casting materials, is indispensable in the structure of his new recipe.

The door opened a crack, and the sound was very soft. Xia Yu, who was so focused, didn't notice the movement, and several faces came close to the crack.

Just in time, Xia Yu shook the glass, and a ball of golden grease fell into the pile of charcoal. In an instant, the flames boomed, and the whole room was immediately illuminated like a furnace world.

Um?

A few pairs of secretly observing eyes froze slightly.

Xia Yu turned to the workbench and paused. Perhaps he noticed the smell of the door and window outside, but he just shook his head without scolding. These days, the Yuanyue team has not been observing secretly enough. They are all his own people, and he doesn't care.

Picking up the large hollow iron ball that was split in half from the table, Xia Yu wiped it clean repeatedly with a rag. When the inside was slightly reflective, he picked up several pieces of meat from the plate with chopsticks and stuffed them into the inner cavity of the iron ball.

Could this iron ball be a kitchen utensil? Outside the door and window, several faces approaching the gap were full of doubts.

Although the old man Xia Qing was born into a poor family, he has accumulated extraordinary knowledge over the years. As for Yan Qi, the leader of the dark world, his eyes moved from the iron ball to the pieces of meat in the inner cavity, and then to the pile of flaming coals on the ground. He suddenly felt a strong sense of familiarity, ...this iron ball, and the chain. , how it seems like a necessary tool in an ancient recipe.”

Yan Qi almost shouted the name of the recipe for Kaihua Crispy Rice Crispy Rice.

Click!

An iron ball was smashed, and in this cycle, Xia Yu got several large hollow black iron balls filled with meat slices.

Soon, the crisp sound of chains could be heard.

Xia Qing and Yan Qi looked at each other in shock when they saw Xia Yu holding a large bunch of chains in his hand and the iron balls hanging in the air, colliding with each other and making a clanging sound.

That's what I'm saying——

Kuga Teruki came after hearing the sound, but he also heard the noise in the house a little outside, No wonder these days, from morning to night, you can hear clanking noises every time you pass by the yard.

He may be the one with the least human rights in Totsuki's team. Xia Yu is in seclusion. Zhu Qing, Maki and Erina follow closely and know Xia Yu's progress. Miyoko, Tamagawa sisters and Kobayashi Ringtong-senpai also know about it. Xia Yu made these noises, but he didn't know the general structure of the recipe.

The blazing flames make the space inside the house look like the inside of a Bagua furnace.

Xia Yu is like the great sage locked in the Bagua furnace by Taishang Laojun. He seems to have magical powers and is not afraid of flames.

In just a few minutes, the several large iron balls that were continuously swung in the sea of ​​flames gradually turned red from the black metal shape at the beginning. The temperature increased sharply and turned into orange-red.

This is a temperature that ordinary people cannot understand and cannot control. There is no doubt that if someone tries to use a piece of red-hot iron to grill beef or pork for a teppanyaki feast, the piece of meat will definitely emit burnt smoke when it is attached to the red-hot iron piece, and then turn into a piece of meat. A lump of dark dried meat.

It's like using a 'red pot' to stir-fry pork belly. Yan Qi whispered.

Since he has been able to stir-fry pork belly in a red pot for a long time, it is not a problem to use red-hot iron balls to stew the meat slices secretly after a year. Xia Qing said coolly, looking at the flames of his grandson in the room. Deduction, no touching.

Suddenly, Xia Yu stopped.

The flames stopped spewing, and there was silence in the house.

Seeing Xia Yu turning around to pick up a large earthen pot, holding it in his arms and holding an iron spoon at the same time, I don't know how he did it. He used the handle of the iron spoon to lightly tap a certain mechanism with the red iron ball. Hearing a click, the iron ball cracked with a small gap. Xia Yu took a spoon and filled the inside of the iron ball with water. One iron ball can get about two spoons of sauce.

Boo hoo.

The sauce was poured on the meat slices inside the iron ball, but it immediately caught fire. Xia Yu moved very quickly, and the process only lasted a few seconds. The newly emerged flame was blocked by the airtight iron ball.

Buzz——

The air was once again shaken by the swinging iron ball.

Quite suddenly, a hint of aroma came towards the door and window, and everyone observing secretly was immediately fascinated by the ultimate taste of the food, with blank expressions on their faces.

The sound of bang woke everyone up.

It may have only been ten or twenty seconds, or it may have been several minutes. In short, when everyone came to their senses, all the iron balls in the room had been opened, and a pile of barbecue slices was spread on the plate, piled up into a hilltop, and steam was rising. .

Xia Qing and Yan Qi looked at each other and pushed the door open at the same time.

Hearing the footsteps, Xia Yu didn't even raise his head. He just crossed his arms and stared at the barbecue on the plate, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He was still not satisfied with the dishes on the plate.

Hiss— the sound of gasping.

Someone ate it secretly, reached over and grabbed a piece of steaming meat. Who would have thought that as soon as his fingers pinched it, the temperature was so high that it almost scalded the skin. The old man Xia Qing's face twitched. He resisted the heat and bit into the piece of meat. His teeth were chattering now, and his originally serious and serious face was filled with horror.

puff.

The clothes exploded, it was the top.

Another voice said: It's the blasting essence again, it's so exciting!

Xia Yu finally realized something was wrong. The voice was obviously that of an old man, not a pretty girl. He turned his head and looked at Yan Qi in astonishment. The leader of the dark world seemed to still have the image of the red iron ball spinning rapidly just now, and said: The fire looks rough and rough, but inside it can no longer be gentle and delicate. The small fire is hidden in the big explosion. In the middle, the blazing flames on the surface are the explosion of compressed essence and slow fire - this is the perfect state of explosive flames!

Yan Qi admired Xia Yu's explosion skills.

After all, this cooking skill originated from the dark cooking world, and he knew it, but in terms of realm and attainments, he was still far away from Xia Yu. After all, Yan Qi, who has learned all the cooking skills in the dark world, is not specialized in fire, so it is not difficult to understand that he is weak in this aspect.

Xia Qing's throat rumbled and he swallowed the meat. Hot sweat broke out on his forehead and he said, This is seven-year-old beef cubes——

There are slices of meat on the plate, ranging in size and shape, as well as meat cubes, and they are snowflake beef cubes carefully cut by Xia Yu. If they are not grilled, the beef cubes will have a very beautiful white snowflake texture, and after they are roughly cooked , although the white texture of the meat is gone, these textures will turn into hot and thick butter juice in Xia Qing's mouth.

Seven mature?

Hearing this, there was a burst of exclamation. Everyone from Yuanyue also poured in, all swallowing their saliva and staring at the barbecue works on the table.