Chapter 916: : Food Soul

"The spirit of food, you can simply understand the characteristics of Dragon Chef, yes, unique."
Zhu Qingdao said: "Just like a special chef has the heart of the kitchen, Lin chef has the meaning of food."
"In short, every culinary realm, the mark given by the chef is different."
After talking, she waved away.
Xia Yu shouted: "So what is the Soul Eater?"
"If I knew, I would be Dragon Chef..."
"Go ask the old guy."
at the same time.
In the corner of the imperial capital, Yan Qi and Xia Qing are watching TV shows.
Gee.
Yan Qijian saw the young man in the picture and easily regarded Wei Zhong as the housekeeper's "Three Steamed One", which was fully presented in the form of cooking on the spot, and he couldn't help but sigh, "This time, "Three Steamed One" successfully integrated Explosions, spice inequalities and sublimated knife skills can be called quasi-dragon recipes!"
"...Moreover, it is better to say that "Three Steams" has been plundered by him and branded by him. From then on, I am afraid that only this summer demon king, cooking dishes cooked by several cooking techniques, can be called the original version."
"The original version of Wei Zhong, in front of the original version of Xia Shiliu, is like the gap between the ugly duckling and the queen in terms of technical content!"
Thinking of Wei Zhong’s unconscious news today, Yan Qi sighed:
It’s murderous!

Xia Qing was shocked.
The young man who believes in cooking "quasi-dragon" dishes in the picture makes him almost dare not recognize it.
It was only a few days before the halberd was eaten that night, and the had ruthlessly plundered other people's housekeeping skills? Even if there is any super-vision, but talents have limits and ceiling ceilings, if the Lin-level killing recipes are so easy to copy, wouldn’t the old ‘Spice Emperor’ Mila be invincible? But the actual situation is not like this.
When watching TV, the white petals blooming in the harsh mist, Yan Qi chuckled: "I really want to try it!"
The color of appetite is clearly engraved in the eyes.
Xia Qing was about to echo his voice, and the phone in his pocket vibrated. He took a look and turned the phone on the desktop. When he switched on, he touched the hands-free button. A young voice came from the speaker:
"What's the spirit?"
Wen Yan.
Xia Qing and Yan Qi stared at each other with a smile.
It's finally here.
Too.
It's been a few days since the halberd has passed. Since the teenager has grasped the key to open the door, he must be anxious about the door that is still difficult to open. He is afraid of insomnia for a long time.
...
Tokyo, Yuanyue Campus.
Teaching area.
"Tiansuohui, the final exam score is a!"
"Xing Ping Chuang Zhen, grade a!"
"Morita Morita, grade a!"
On the podium, the well-known professor Roland Sharpel, expressionless, pronounced the names of the students in the class.
The closing date of this year's far month is a week earlier than in previous years.
It can be understood that today is the final exam. Since it is a professional cooking school, the exam is naturally practical.
"Morita Mori!"
In the hallway, Roland Sharpel stopped the girl who bowed her head.
He smiled a little and said: "Mr. Morita, if you have an s-grade score evaluation, then you are this score."
It’s sure to be flattered by being praised by a ‘professor who doesn’t smile’. Morita, however, seemed absent-minded and said thank you perfunctoryly.
Roland Sharpel knew the reason for the girl's disqualified performance, and his smile was more obvious.
"You really want to go to the Chinese world."
The girl was stunned, and her face was steaming and red, "I, I..."
"No need to deny it."
The old professor of the French cuisine department said with deep meaning: "In fact, the list has been decided from the beginning."
Suddenly, Morita entangled her hands nervously, "Then I..."
"Aren't you going to the coach's office?"
The old professor blinked, with a string of laughter, and turned sideways to make way. Maeda Morita quickly bowed to thank him ninety degrees.
The students who passed by looked at Roland Sharple laughed and wiped their eyes silly.
Morita really rushed to the office, shouting rudely in the mouth, pushed open the false door, and quickly entered the room, a few pairs of eyes immediately swept over, more or less showing goodwill.
"whispering sound!"
Putting his hands in his pants pockets, the long-time caretaker of Diao Erlang issued an unexplained smile: "This exchange student team is really full of flowers. Unfortunately, none of them belong to me."
Isn't it?
In addition to the young girl with long straight black hair who just arrived, there are purple hair Hojo Miyoko and a golden angel angel's face.
Well, silver-haired red pupils, white skin, like a cutie vampire set by a charming vampire, also belong to the super beautiful girl that sensational campus.
"I'll take a photo for a long time, Morita Mori, Yasushi Rina, Yasushi Alice, Yoko Hojo..."
"what!"
"Isn't this just 5 people, doesn't it mean that there are 6 people on the confirmed list?"
There was a squeaky sound of biting crispy snacks in the room, which made everyone stunned.
The red-haired school sister, Xiao Lin gentian of the second seat, smiled and said: "This sixth person is the school sister me!"
On her side, cough-shaped Dojima silver.
"Okay, everyone listen to me..."
Xia's shopping street in Tokyo.
Xia's store is not yet open, but the store has a table of guests.
Yishuihui and Ruishan Zhijin also completed their exams and went to this point, ordering a meal, while burying their heads in the official document, they did not disturb each other and did not talk to each other, a somewhat confrontational atmosphere.
In the window.
Tamagawa Misa was washing the dishes, glancing at the store, poke at the elbow with his white chin and thinking about the recipe of Aya, whispered: "Sister, these two guys are workaholics, just after the holiday is desperate. ,Scary!"
Yukawa Ayaka shook her head and raised a faint smile on her lips: "When you feel you are doing the right thing and embarking on the right path, anyone will explode into the small universe and fight for a better future?"
After hearing this, Meisha's eyes turned.
She glanced at the messy ingredients on the desk.
Pork meatballs.
Yellow catfish sashimi.
And pumpkins cut into chunks.
There is no doubt that this is the full set of main ingredients of the "Three Steamed One" recipe. The Xia Mo Wang's halberd incident spread through the network and spread throughout the neon circle that night. Sister Yuchuan watched the live broadcast for the first time.
It turns out that the main field of Yukawa Ayaka is dim sum, and there are recipes for fame.
And now, after more than half a year of experience, she is good at/specializing in the resume form of the ig institution, and she has added a new "Chinese cuisine".
and.
Tamagawa Ayaka's specialty is not an academic flower shelf, but was replaced by Xia Yu in the Xia's shop as a chef.
"Sister, do you think you are doing the right thing?" Meisha asked slyly.
Ayaka raised her chin, "Of course! I think Chinese cuisine is very interesting!"
"Is it just fun?"
Meisha pointed out the ingredients on the desk: "You are so focused on studying the new work of the store manager, um, you definitely think of the first time in the Chinese world to invite the store manager for rewards? Ah, no matter what you think, you are very cunning , So the store manager will look at you differently."
Ayaka was embarrassed, and she wanted to tear Meisha's mouth.
Boom.
The store has a third guest.
"father?"
The governor of Yuchuan sat directly in front of the window~EbookFREE.me~ and smiled to the two daughters in the kitchen: "Ayaka, Misa, I know you are going to close the shop overseas recently, so I have something to trust you and Master Xia The kitchen is also related to the Yuchuan family industry."
A support team gathered to the Chinese community.
At the same time, Xia Yu also hung up the phone and went downstairs in Ju, wandering in a mood.
"Spirit of food!"
In his mind is Yan Qi and the old man's interpretation of the so-called "spirit".
One said that eating the soul is the sublimation of mystery.
One is the final form of imprinting.
So, after a phone call, Xia Yu not only did not get a clear interpretation of "Eating Soul", but his thoughts became more messy.
"Road to Road, very Avenue."
Before hanging up the phone, the leader of the dark world said: "The doctrines spoken by our mouths and the interpretation of the food are mixed with our personal views. In other words, that is just what we think of the food, the truth, Not for you!"
"...All in all, "spiritual eating" has to be explored by yourself. Now that you have reached this point, any oral experience teaching has no effect. Even if you ask the king, he will let you go. Enlightenment!"
Xia Yu has a headache.
Then the question is coming.
What is "Eating Soul"?
Or, just like the heart of the kitchen, the mystery of food cannot be explained scientifically?
"Yeah, what am I tangling?"
Xia Yu smashed his head and stopped thinking about it, "Then realize it yourself!"
He turned back to the bedroom and locked the door specifically.
Try the chrysanthemum sauce...
Inexplicably, Xia Yu had an intuitive trust in the chrysanthemum in the dream, the woman she saw in the dream, and felt that she might find some inspiration in the perfect sauce.
After all, "perfect" echoes the key he holds, doesn't it?