Rebirth as a Cooking God

A halberd without cheers and discussions went directly to the most exciting end.

"Slap..."

Old man Xia Qing, holding a clean rag in his hand, kept carrying the bamboo tube that had been grilled for a long time from the grill.

Each bamboo tube fell on a large plate, like sugar cane, stacked on top of each other.

A bamboo tube was placed on a plate, suddenly trembling and making a pleasant sound. Obviously, the fire was too much in the past hour. The bamboo was dried and the cracks on the surface began to bloom.

In this way, all the big bamboo tubes were put on the judging table.

"You guys, please enjoy--"

Xia Qing said.

Behind the table, the five judges who had taken off their hoods to reveal their true looks, all looked up slightly at the burly Xia Qing, with a look of indifference or showing goodwill.

Yan Qi is the friendliest of the five, with a smile in his eyes.

Wei's old man showed no hostility, and his eyes were cold.

He and Huang He, the Dragon Venerables of Baiyulou, must stand on the same front, that is, in the same camp. Even if it didn't happen ten years ago, Wei would cast such a cold eye on the guy who dared to provoke the majesty of Baiyulou.

Lao Lao and Li Lao belong to the neutral school and have a plain expression.

The most incomprehensible is the central leader of the Chinese world. His eyes are always looking at Xia Qing, neither hostile indifference nor goodwill, as deep as an ancient well and calm.

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

"Old man!"

Xia Yu clenched his fist subconsciously, with a trace of sweat on his palm.

Ding Dang!

The crisp sound of the hook falling on the ground.

Everyone followed the sound, and they saw the yellow crane, who looked like a weak and could not help the wind, wearing heat-insulated gloves, and took out the heavy roasted full crane directly from the fireplace, and slammed it on the kitchen counter.

The platform was covered with a lot of lotus leaves early. Huang He grabbed a sharp pointed knife and waved his hand. The knife light flew towards the roast crane's lower abdomen, so the opening previously sewn by the gut strands was cut neatly by the sharp blade.

But this time it was different. The sharp blade swept away, and within a second, there was a scent like a smoke bomb, and the entire lobby was covered in an instant.

From the beginning of the halberd, there was a silence for 2 hours, and finally there was a riot.

"What a slender taste!"

Xia Yu looked shocked in the dense fog-like smell.

Yes, slender.

Just like the hands that Xia Yu saw before, it was jade-like and delicate.

How to describe it, in terms of fierce barbecue, from the perspective of the heat, neither the taste of crane meat itself, nor the smell of firewood, can not be matched with "exquisite".

Baking, it should correspond to the original and bold style, because this is the most direct cooking method using flame.

Even if I don’t talk about the fire, from the perspective of ingredients, Xia Yu and the audience in front are not blind, and the memory is good. I naturally remember that Huang He poured a lot of fresh crane blood into the belly of the crane...

Does the blood itself carry a fishy smell?

The fishy smell has nothing to do with "exquisite" or "slender" or anything.

The smell is like a smoke bomb, released fiercely, and goes fast.

When Xia Yu was slightly awake and looked at the roasted full crane on the lotus leaf on the table again, his pupils shrank sharply.

A fairy crane with a white spirit is standing on the table, surrounded by mist, like a fairyland.

"Isn't this crane slaughtered..."

Can't help rubbing his eyes.

The picture disappeared, what my eyes saw was just some bright red rice balls.

Huang He took a wooden spoon and drove out a bunch of red rice grains from the belly of the crane. The rice had clear particles. The grains were like bloodstones.

The **** red rice piles are crystal clear, like a carnival of artistic treasures, which is dazzling and dazzling.

"what--"

Zhu Qing whispered over her mouth with both hands, "See you again!"

"Yes, I saw it again!"

Xia Yu was inexplicably shocked.

The fairy crane reappeared, but this time it was on the glass rice bowl held by Huang He's hands that he danced and was awesome.

Suddenly, the fairy crane stopped, its wings closed, and its eyes lightly glanced into the auditorium. The pair of red eyes, like Zhu Qi, gave people the feeling of those precious rice grains.

"Xia Qing, let me come first—"

Huang He put the glass rice bowl on the judging table, and that face was no longer expressionless, with a trace of sarcasm, "Don't there be a popular saying in Dongying Realm... you must lose first..."

"Yes, you must lose first."

The old man, Xia Qing, nodded, so he gave way.

Seeing Xia Qing so simple, Huang He was slightly surprised, but this little surprise was soon broken by self-confidence. Sovereign Dragon Sovereign of Baiyulou nodded and said, "I am very appreciative of your strength and courage."

Subconsciously put a high posture.

"I remember that ten years ago, when you went abroad to avoid, the culinary skills were at the end of the road. At the end of the decade, you broke overseas to the dragon level. You are so lucky that you should be safe in overseas corners. Shi can still be a mountain king in the corner, why should you come back and disturb the situation?"

Yellow Crane said lightly.

"I, unlike the three old guys you defeated before, was a dragon class more than ten years ago."

"I know." Xia Qing answered.

"Oh, it seems that you are also mentally prepared for defeat." Huang He sneered softly. "Can you afford the defeated halberd agreement? So, I will give you the opportunity to abstain, here When I gave up leaving the Linlin ship, I thought that the halberd had never happened this time. We ended in a tie, and there will not be any gossip in the Chinese world."

"then……"

Huang He's eyes chilled slightly, "Retreat overseas, don't come back, feel relieved to be a mountain king in Dongying."

Xia Qing shook his head, "Is that enough?"

"Let's serve—"

His answer is so concise.

Huang He laughed, "Since it is so..."

Five small bowls were placed on the table, holding spoons and serving each small bowl.

Yan Qi had just been listening to the confrontation between the two. At this time, the first picked up the chopsticks, his eyebrows were tight, and he picked up a ball of **** rice cooked in the crane's belly.

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

As if, within every grain of rice, a crane was imprisoned.

It's just a mass of bite, and on the chopsticks, it gives a strange feeling of weighing more than a thousand pounds. Yan Qi's palm holding chopsticks actually twitched slightly.

"Wanhetu!"

There was a deep voice on the side.

Lao Lao, Li Lao and Wei's old man were also sucked into the eyes by the rice **** on the chopsticks.

"light--"

The leading Chinese leader in the middle shouted suddenly.

Snapped!

After a second or two, a beam of light descended over the lobby and fell straight on the glass basin of Huang He's hands.

Thousand Cranes Dance Together!

The food scene that erupted in an instant was like kicking over the crane nest.

"Illusion?"

Xia Yu rubbed his eyes~www.NovelMTL.com~ watched as the picture disappeared.

There was a puff of breath on his side.

Zhu Qing collapsed softly into the seat, her clean forehead was covered with sweat beads, her small mouth kept closing and breathing out, the delicate jade face was covered with coyness and panic. In Zhu Qing's head, thousands of cranes spread their wings and rushed at her, forming a white wave tearing her clothes, as if it had happened. She curled up on the chair, arms around her tightly.

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

Zhu Qing closed her eyes. What was shy and frightened all disappeared, and her face gradually became serene.

Broadcast screen.

Old man Xia Qing, opened the "lid" of a bamboo tube on the top.

Rice grains are exposed to the air.

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