Chapter 1: : The Life of Drama

　　Japan, Tokyo, Taito.
　　 The orange-red sunset sprinkled on the busy shopping street. In the downtown area, a teenager wearing a uniform of a middle school student deftly rode a bicycle and shuttled among the crowd.
"I am back!"
　　In the remote alleys of the dwellings, the teenager easily left his bicycle at the entrance of a half-open half-closed restaurant. If you pay attention to the observation, it is not difficult to find the signboard with the four characters of "Chinese cuisine" in traditional characters hanging on the door.
　　 The narrow storefront was empty, and no one responded to him. Xia Yu had long been accustomed to this.
　　 About two years ago, before going to bed, he made a big wish that Xia Yu, who must eat Japanese food to vomit, would become a junior student of Shirako Junior High School in Tokyo, Japan after waking up.
　　 From the initial panic, to the later adaptation, Xia Yu took only one semester.
　　Speaking of experience, since they are all forced, what can he do besides enjoyment? All day like a complaint sighing, looking for death? Xia Yu directly his face:
　　 Be optimistic!
Fortunately, in this life, Xia Yu is also called Xia Yu, and the blood veins in his body are still there. However, unlike the two-sleeve breeze when he came to eat the whole family, it is not different. In this life, he has an extra person that he loves and fears. grandfather.
I walked across the storefront to the backyard. Sure enough, a gray-haired old man was sitting on the corridor futon. Hearing the footsteps behind him, the old man opened his eyes and pointed to the teapot that was short beside him. ?Hot water, make tea."
　　 This is standard Chinese.
"Oh."
　　 Xia Yu responded, picked up the teapot, and did not go to the faucet to fetch water. Instead, he entered the store's kitchen, filled the pot with water in an old water tank, and then placed the teapot on the gas stove.
　　 Gumbling.
　　 A moment later, the teapot burst into steam, and Xia Yu looked at the kettle, his eyes somewhat confused.
　　 Two years in this world, Tokyo seems to be the Tokyo he knows, but some details in his life that cannot be ignored, remind Xia Yu that the world is not as simple as it seems.
　　 For example...
　　 Xia Yu glanced at the old water tank in the kitchen.
　　 The storefront is not big, the kitchen is even more crowded, and an old antique water tank takes up too much space. This is not consistent with common sense.
At this time the sky gradually dimmed, Xia Yu did not rush to turn on the light, but stood quietly for a while, waiting for the evening glow in the kitchen to disperse, the narrow space was completely dim, and the old water tank suddenly had a crystal clear A little flash of light, leaving the water, floating in the air.
This was not a problem with water. Xia Yu knew very well that he turned off the gas stove and didn’t rush to make tea for the old man. Instead, he glanced at the outside courtyard, his hand stretched out, and he grabbed a fish in the water tank, wow, dark In the middle, there is a gem like a night pearl shining brightly.
　　 is a wet, slippery, egg-sized stone.
　　 Sighed, Xia Yu touched the stone, and threw it back into the water tank, without looking back, he picked up the teapot on the gas stove and left.
　　He asked the old man more than once about the stone. He used all kinds of methods. He knocked on the side, and the old man kept his mouth tight. This could have badly damaged him as a reborn.
　　Nima, the rebirth should not be treated like this. Is there any way to open it wrong? In the past two years, Xia Yu has been miserable. He is called by the old man as a horse and horse every day. He doesn’t have enough sleep all year round. He goes to school during the day to make up for it, so that his title of
Sophia
accompanied him through the White Gull Junior High School for three years. Today, Xia Yu just took the internal exam for Baiou Senior High School. He expects to wait for the end of the spring break and start school in April.
　　 It's a day beep--
　　Xia Yu, who is active in his heart, is now low-eyed, sitting on the futon beside the short table and making tea for the old man.
　　The tea was bought on the shopping street, and the boss is also an old man. Every time Xia Yu errands to get it, the tea shop owner always smiled and gave him such a small bag from the inner room, which was quite mysterious.
By the way, when it comes to the shopping street, this is Ameyoko-cho at Ueno Station. There are a variety of fresh and cheap aquatic products during the day, and at night it is a mixed night market. Almost everything can be bought here, but well, Xia Yu arrived at first sight, After a few laps, the shopping street has lost interest. This is no different from the big night market in China. Except for the high reliability of medicine and cosmetics, other things, such as clothing, cottage flavor should not be too strong, rustic, of course, the price It's also very low.
　　 Tea fragrance curls.
　　 After making tea, Xia Yu poured a cup to the old man and a cup to himself. When the tea flowed into the throat, my body was crushed and hollowed out for many years. At this moment, Xia Yu felt like Xiaoqiang could not beat him, and she burst into tears.
　　 "Okay, go work." The old man waved his hand with his eyes closed.
"Oh."
　　Xia Yu wiped her tears silently, only to stand up, glanced at the food piled outside the kitchen, got up and walked up the narrow stairs to the room on the second floor, ready to change clothes to work.
Pulling off the closet as usual, Xia Yu retracted his hand like an electric shock, and looked at the right palm that had just grabbed the door. A scratch like a knife cut almost penetrated the palm, and the wound was very deep. But strangely, there was no blood flow.
　　 "What kind of door is off the nail?" Xia Yu took the injured palm, gritted his teeth and angered, and directly removed the whole wardrobe door.
　　However, the door panel upside down, smooth, what are the sharp nails, or the sharp protrusions of other fans.
　　 Not to learn!
　　 Xia Yu was a little messy, thinking he had hallucinations, glanced at the right palm, the conspicuous scars were still there, and there was no blood flowing out.
　　 "By, the system detection, the binding program started, has been completed."
　　 What the hell? !
　　 Holding the injured palm, Xia Yu turned to look for the medical box and stunned, could not help but exclaimed: "System?"
　　 "Host, I'm here."
　　 The electronic synthesized sound in his head just appeared again. This time Xia Yu was concentrated. There must be no hallucinations. He was so embarrassed that it took him a long time to breathe out the horror in his eyes.
　　 Cross-birth rebirth happened to yourself, what else is impossible? Xia Yu thought this, and immediately calmed down. The so-called bare feet are not afraid of wearing shoes. This is the case. He simply sat on the bed and asked, "Where are you in my body?"
　　 "This system chip has been implanted in your brain. UU Reading Book www.uukanshu.com"
　　 Xia Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, glanced at the injured right palm, and touched the back of the head. Could this chip be drilled from the arm to the brain? Just thinking about it, the body is chilling.
　　 "Introduce yourself." Xia Yu calmly asked.
　　 "This system develops for the chef..."
　　嘀.
　　With the answer of the synthesized electronic sound, a character attribute box pops up on Xia Yu's retina:
　　 "Host: Xia Yu.
Sex: Male
　　 Age: 16
　　 Comprehensive physical fitness: lv9 (strength, dexterity, burst, nerve reflex, etc.)
　　Culinary synthesis: lv1 [Rookie Start]
　　 Fame: 0 (This item is related to the host’s popularity, exposure, and achievements. You can use the prestige to buy props in the system mall.)
　　 (Level lv100 is the upper limit. So, you are only a little rookie in the culinary world, only knowing the fur of the material processing, but not cooking any dishes alone, at best a kitchen apprentice.)
　　......"
　　 "What is this!"
　　 Seeing the evaluation at the bottom of the data, Xia Yu's face was hot.
　　He is a foodie and likes to eat, so he made a big wish to come across, but who said that foodie must be a chef?
　　The above are just Xia Yu's arrogant thoughts. Of course, most foodies want to have a good cooking skills. The chef system is a bright light in Xia Yu's muddled life. He saw the dawn!
　　The turning point of Nima's drama life!
　　
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