Rebirth as a Cooking God

Xia Qing flipped open the "lid" of the bamboo tube, and the rice ball in the corner finally took off the veil like a woman shyly, revealing her true face.

This picture should have been plain.

It is normal to take pictures in the lens of the equipment, but the equipment is dead, and you can't smell the breath of the uncovered moment at the moment, so naturally you can't be dragged into the strange food mood by the taste.

The thin piece of bamboo, with a little warmth, was placed in the palm of Xia Qing.

Then, he grabbed the bamboo tube and shook a small ceramic bowl gently, when rice grains mixed with other ingredients dropped from the bamboo tube to the small bowl.

call out--

Everyone in the auditorium, including Xia Yu and Zhu Qing, was not spared, and they were all sinking.

"Bamboo is so fragrant! What kind of bamboo is this?"

Xia Yu buried his head and his shoulders had uncontrollable tremors. He was agitated by his old man's generosity. "I thought the bamboo tube was just a special container..."

Bamboo incense is the thread that attracts the nose to chase the smell in the air, so the deeper and deeper it is, the harder it is to extricate itself.

Wow la la.

The wind blows the bamboo forest, and the branches and leaves sway.

It was just the smell that brought Xia Yu into a deep and quiet bamboo forest.

Not to mention Xia Yu's mood was upset, everyone in the jury seat was also sucked by the small bowl of rice, unable to look away.

dignified!

The old man's expression changed.

I haven't tasted it yet. In terms of the leaked artistic conception, Huang He's "Wan He left the nest" seems to have so much less effortless atmosphere and tranquility than Xia Qing's deep bamboo forest world...

However, the stronger and the weaker, it was only after tasting.

Thinking of this, the old man of the Wei family squeezed his mouth tightly. A group of crane blood red rice that had been picked up fell back into the bowl. Instead of using this pair of chopsticks, he put it down, picked up another pair of clean bamboo chopsticks, and put a little bamboo tube The rice is fed into the mouth.

"call--"

The world of bamboo forests that I saw with my eyes suddenly blew through the strong wind, and the slender and upright bamboo swayed in the wind, and the bamboo leaves fluttered down. Under the strange force of the wind, a green wave formed a raging wave towards here.

The old man of the Wei family was stunned in the bamboo leaves, listening to a faint and beautiful melody in the wind.

Ding Ding Ding!

There is a beautiful lady playing the piano in the depths of Youhuang.

Attracted by the sound of the piano, the old man of the Wei family couldn't help but take steps, walking barefoot through the clear stream, disturbing several beasts in the bamboo forest field, the pheasant flew its wings, and the colorful tail feathers were very conspicuous in the green forest.

Boom.

Something soft hit his leg, and the old man of the Wei family looked down, and found the fat and gray hare staring at him with wide eyes.

I don't know when to stop.

In reality, the chopsticks of Wei's elders rise and fall, and bite after bite.

"It's game rice!"

Yan Qi chewed and said, the facial reaction was very exciting, "I ate rabbit meat, pheasant...the pelleted meat was obviously put, not vegetarian, why is the bamboo forest artistic conception so pure?!"

"The bamboo fragrance that penetrates into the rice just by the bamboo tube is not enough to suppress these wild meat?" Yan Qi murmured.

"It's bamboo shoots!"

The old man of Lan's praised: "Moreover, it is fresh bamboo shoots, tender and fragrant. Originally, bamboo shoots were fried with game small meat, which is a delicious taste, but now, bamboo shoots, glutinous rice, japonica rice are in the bamboo tube. Calcined by flames, it truly forms a sweet and interesting gourmet work!"

"Huohou's accomplishments are not lost to any old dragon chef!" The old man Li opened his eyes, and the turbidity disappeared.

He was Li Han’s grandfather, and his flame cooking skills have reached the level of perfection. On this, no one here is more authoritative than him.

The four judges opened their mouths one after another, and the leading Chinese leaders were tasting quietly.

Soon, the riots in the audience calmed down, and the four judges stopped talking.

Including Huang He, who wanted to serve food first, was taken advantage of by Xia Qing. This Dragon Venerable's face was called ugly.

When the four judges gave favorable comments, Huang He's mood gradually sank.

Just wait for the leader to taste a reaction.

Soon, the faucet slowly ate a bowl of bamboo rice, and there were no particles left in the small bowl.

"Dang, Dang..."

It wasn't a bell, but the faucet grabbed an unopened bamboo tube, put the pair of bamboo chopsticks in his hands, and tapped gently.

"Eh?"

A puzzled look.

Xia Yu also stared at the faucet of the bamboo tube with his eyes closed, and his head was full of mist.

For a while.

The knocking sound disappeared because one of the bamboo chopsticks was broken.

The faucet opened his eyes slowly, looking at a chopstick in his hand, and a sigh of satisfaction and regret: "Okay!"

After that, he glanced at the bowl of crane blood rice that Huang He had given him before, shook his head, and dropped his chopsticks and went away.

Until the old man's burly back completely disappeared, the audience frowned.

"The faucet is finished, no particles left!"

"Is this Xia Qing really a new dragon chef? Huang Zunzhe didn't mean that he was able to reach the end of the road of Lin ten years ago and went overseas to break into the dragon..."

There were about two thousand people in the room, the group with the highest level of appreciative power in the Chinese world.

The main judge's departure means that the halberd ends here.

No one dares to question the leader's evaluation.

Moreover, the faucet itself is the head of Baiyulou. In truth, Huang He is the commander under his command, and there is no reason for favoritism between the public and private faucets.

Huang He stood still.

It is estimated that the remaining four people on the judging table did not expect the faucet to leave the seat suddenly and become petrochemical.

...

The midnight food halberd on the Lou Lin ship stopped abruptly.

The faucet did not really announce who the winner was, so no matter how shocked the audience was, no matter how they discussed it, they could only end in a hurry.

After half an hour.

Boom!

Xia Yu knocked on the door of Yan Qi's "Cloud and Fog Room".

"Come in--"

With permission, Xia Yu pushed into the door anxiously, "Wow!"

really.

The old man, Xia Qing, sat with Yan Qi and tasted tea after a tea table indoors.

"Brother Yan, you asked me to bring some bamboo-tube rice, yes..." Xia Qing was interrupted by the teenager who rushed in.

One old and one young, big eyes squinting.

"You kid!"

Xia Qing blew his beard emotionally and shouted, "How did it get on the boat?"

"mix?"

Xia Yu laughed and pointed to Yan Qi throwing the pot out, "Mr. Yan took me to the boat, bright and upright, old man, you are not using the same word!"

He is very familiar, and also sits at the tea table.

"This is the old bamboo bowl rice you just presented in the halberd showdown?"

As soon as he sat down, Xia Yu's eyes fixed on the bamboo tube on the table.

[Super-tactile] the flame senses gave him the exact message: the food in the bamboo tube is still very hot.

Xia Qing nodded, seeing Yan Qi secretly giving him a wink. The old man froze for a moment, probably knowing the meaning of Yan Qi telling him to leave such a bamboo tube rice deliberately. This is to let him teach his grandson with his work.

Hey.

good chance.

Xia Qing was surprised when she hadn’t seen her grandson for nearly a year, and she just said, “You try it first, then tell me what you eat.”

"it is good--"

Xia Yu replied loudly, showing excitement, and uncovered the bamboo cover.

Before smelling the taste, I have become immune. This time, the smell that was not poured out dragged into the gourmet mood. Xia Yu held the chopsticks and did not pour the rice grains, so he chopped the open chopsticks on the bamboo tube.

Eat into your mouth and chew.

"No wonder the dragon head responded like that!" Xia Yu's excitement was replaced by a strong shock.

Wow!

A snow-white silk cloth spread out in front of us~www.NovelMTL.com~.

Sprinkle clear juice for Cuizhu.

Rabbit meat, pheasant, on a white canvas, turned into a lively small animal with a charming charm.

In the depths of the secluded chapel blown by the wind, a woman was quietly stroking the piano on the piano bench in Caolu.

As if playing to the sad and broken heart, the beautiful cheeks that the woman saw Xia Yu suddenly had crystal tears sliding down, and the tears fell on the bamboo surface at the corner of the piano.

Tears formed brown spots.

Is it Xiangfei Bamboo?

Suddenly soaked in the cold feeling, it seemed that a tear fell on the deepest part of Xintian. Xia Yu shivered, and it was a long time since I was touched by such a unique cooking work, "My God!"

"A picture, an exquisite gourmet picture!"

It was shocking.