On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

People outside urged him several times, but Qing Huai knew that he didn't dare to come in casually, so he washed his whole body slowly before getting up.

There is a new set of clothes neatly placed on the shelf next to the hot spring. It is a set of light blue hakama, layered on top of each other. Qinghuai doesn’t know how to wear such complicated kimonos, so the system should teach him step by step. Only barely dressed.

When he came out, the guide at the door had already grown impatient. Seeing a waste dressed so gracefully and luxuriously, he immediately became angry and snorted coldly.

After taking a bath, Qinghuai feels comfortable all over. The natural sulfur hot spring is really good. When he has money, he will dig a pool in the yard.But before dreaming, the most important thing now is to leave Yuejianshan's house and go to the guardian's office provided by the system.

He followed the guide through another promenade, which was much more solemn than the previous courtyard, with fewer decorations and mostly pictures of distant mountains rising to the moon. This pattern was also embroidered on his clothes. It is the family crest of the Tsukimiyama family.After passing a high-eaved torii gate, the guide took him to a temple-like house.

According to the family rules of the Yuejianshan family, no one other than blood relatives and distinguished guests of the same clan is allowed to enter the temple hall.So no matter how much the guide looked down on Qinghuai, he had to stop, "You go in, Master Wutong is waiting for guests in the meditation room behind the ancestral hall."

Qinghuai entered the ancestral hall alone, which is a bit like the interior of a small temple, with the statues of the Yuejianshan family enshrining on both sides, all of them with green faces and long fangs, with strange postures, with three heads and six arms holding swords, guns, swords, halberds or flower candlesticks, Qinghuai even I saw a red-faced statue holding an iron pot in its arms, spitting out flames. It was indeed from a family of famous chefs, and even the gods enshrined had different styles.

Right in front of the ancestral hall is a Japanese knife... a Japanese kitchen knife.The front is inlaid with a brass Chinese dragon handle, the blade is sharp, and it shines coldly under the refraction of the candlelight. It is very majestic, and reminds Qinghuai of the dragon head that beheads the emperor's relatives in ancient costume dramas.Humming Bao Qingtian's tune, he couldn't help squinting his eyes for a long time, he was very curious about the exquisite grinding skills of the blade, this thing must be very easy to cut radish flowers!

Qing Huai walks through the back door of the ancestral hall, and there is another room across the corridor. The word "Zen" is written on the rice paper outside the door, which should be the Zen room that the guide said.

Although he knew that the visitor was not friendly, Qinghuai politely knocked on the door three times.Not long after, the door was slowly opened.In the middle of the meditation room is a Japanese-style low table, a white-haired young man is sitting lazily on the tatami, drinking hot tea in his hand, turning his head to look at Qing Huai when he enters the door.

Why is this man wearing sunglasses in the room?Although he is indeed handsome, but this is too pretentious.Qing Huai commented mercilessly.

Opposite the young man was a middle-aged man in his forties, sitting in a majestic posture, holding a thin silver-clad chopsticks in his right hand, and was slowly chewing a piece of raw lettuce, without giving Qing Huai a look at all.He is the current head of the Yuejianshan family, the uncle of the original owner, Yuejianshanbu.

Qinghuai has smelled a complex food aroma since she just stood outside the door.As soon as I entered the door, I saw that the table was full of Japanese dishes, and they were all top-notch in terms of color, especially the sweet shrimp sashimi. The shrimp body was crystal clear, and the meat was fat and pure. It was a rare product. .

It's a pity that the tip of his nose moved slightly. The grilled fish was overcooked, and the burnt smell affected the taste; the earthy smell of matsutake still remained in the soup bucket, which was obviously not cleaned carefully to preserve the fragrance of the fungus; the beef fat Too much, the grilling is not in place, the taste is stinky and greasy... There are also assorted vegetables, too much pursuit of season and presentation, and the flavors of various dishes mix and match, it is strange to be delicious.

Is this the level of a celebrity chef family?Qing Huai, who was very strict with his profession, couldn't help but frowned, thinking that it would be better for him to smell the musty smell in the attic.

"Qing Huai, this is Mr. Gojo Wu, the Patriarch of the Wujo family." Yue Jianshan Wutong who was on the side saw the useless cousin motionless, endured the annoyance in his heart, and introduced to him, "Mr. Wujo wants to eat the matcha red bean daifu you made, ingredients It's all ready."

Qing Huai turned her head to look at the speaker, who was dressed in white and slender, with a black pet lizard lying on her right shoulder.

This is a beautiful person, but no matter how good-looking he is, he can't hide his bad nature.He recognized that this was Yuejianshan Wutong who caused the original tragedy, "Is this the dish you cooked?"

Yuejianshan Wutong: "Yes, I made it. This is Yuejianshan's secret recipe, and only the heir can learn it."

Qinghuai immediately heard the other party's triumphant subtext, "If you are not the heir, you are not qualified to touch this recipe." It was directly poked into the cotton, which was meaningless at all.

He really looked down on Yuan Shang's cousin, he was vicious, arrogant and rude, and he boasted that he was capable when he cooked a mess.Like a rooster pretending to be a peacock.

Qinghuai: "If he wants me to do it, I will do it?"

Gojo Satoru put down his chopsticks a long time ago, and looked at the young man with interest. The young man seemed to have just taken a shower, and the corners of his eyes were still flushed from the heat. His eyelashes trembled when he was disdainful, like the wings of a butterfly.

Yuejianshan Wutong didn't expect Qinghuai to have such an attitude, "You!"

"Yuejianshan Qinghuai." The middle-aged man sitting opposite Gojo Satoru finally spoke, with the majesty of a high-ranking person, "If you still remember your last name, do it honestly, even if you look like a waste Usually curled up at home all day long and do nothing, we still support you, don’t we?”

Tsukimi Yamabu obviously thought more, he didn't care whether he could really get Gojo's restaurant in Yokohama CBD this time, his words completely pointed out the fate of the former young genius now, if he can use Gojo Wu Zhikou let others know that Yue Jianshan Qinghuai hurt Zhong Yong when he was young, then the outside world will naturally understand the helplessness of the heir change.At that time, even if Tong's culinary skills are not worthy of the name, no one will reprimand him for snatching the right of inheritance.

As for the future of the Yuejianshan family... as long as they can climb up to the Wujo family, they have completely stepped into the aristocratic class, and they can easily go into politics and business.

"I'll do it." Qing Huai suddenly changed her mind, "But you have to promise me a request."

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