The breathing was slight, but it was there.

Xia Yu noticed.

The old monk also noticed.

Chewing and swallowing the ramen in his mouth, the old monk looked solemn, clasped his palms together, and respectfully thanked the bowl of ramen in front of him.

"Dead Wood in Spring......"

Immediately, the old monk stared at the young man inexplicably.

Xia Yu smiled, "More strictly speaking, it's the old tree that blooms." ”

"Old trees?"

That breath, like a candle flame in the wind, swayed violently, obviously full of curiosity about the saying 'old trees bloom'.

"It's probably satisfied with this bowl of 'wabi-sabi ramen'."

Xia Yu has this confidence.

Although strictly speaking, the real 'wabi-sabi ramen' is actually clear soup ramen, that is, the kind that does not have any side dishes, the noodles are served with soup, and there are no green onions that are garnished.

But to put it bluntly, isn't that what 'wabi-sabi' is all about?

Abandon the outside and go straight to the source!

In other words, the form of ramen, including soups, noodles, dishes, everything is not important.

"'Old tree', it's this bowl of noodles. ”

A refreshing smile bloomed at the corner of Xia Yu's mouth.

"Nothing has changed, has it?"

"It's no different from the 'dragon noodles' that spread to the entire island nation in Chinatown, right?"

He asked at the air.

Ask yourself and answer yourself.

The old monk's eyes flickered, and he didn't bother.

As for Natsuki and Sota Aoki, there is a kind of "quiet" written on their faces, and they seem to be in a different dimensional world with Xia Yu, the old monk, and "it".

"No, the difference?"

The whispering of the little monk, the little monk with clear eyebrows, the posture gradually became real.

"But why did I eat 'fresh'?"

"The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. ”

"Noodles, it's still that bowl of noodles, it's just that ah, I'm not the chef of the past, I'm in this new generation, so when you eat the noodles I make, of course, it's different from the past. Xia Yu said.

"Is that so...... If the chef is different and the person is changed, will the taste change......"

Xia Yu smiled slightly, "No matter the meaning of food, no matter what kind of food conception, it is based on 'people'." It's not just the hands and hands that cook it. My thoughts, my characteristics, are 'melted into one furnace' and are given food. ”

"So, what you eat, is fresh. ”

"This is the 'wabi-sabi ramen' of this generation, are you satisfied?"

The little monk pondered for a long time, slowly raised his head, and his delicate face, which had not shown much expression, gradually became a sunny smile.

"I see......"

"I see!"

"This is your 'wabi-sabi', people, is the most simple origin of your wabi-sabi!"

The little monk held chopsticks and ate meat, noodles, and soup.

Chewing, he closed his eyes lightly, and his face was filled with a look of relief.

The obsession is gone.

It turns out that the 'wabi-sabi' he has been obsessed with, the fresh taste, has always been hidden in the torrent of time.

'Ramen', or pasta, never gets old.

Even if the recipe gets old, people and chefs change from generation to generation, and the same bowl of noodles will eventually taste different. Even if it's the same materials.

This is the "meaning" that Xia Yu gives to ramen-

Time, life!

More profoundly, it is eternal change, and it is a freshness that never dissipates!

"Senior Brother......

Hearing the sound, a real old monk looked at the case.

The little monk was disappearing, his legs coiled on the tatami mats, shattering inch by inch.

"I know why 'Dragon Noodles' has spread and is loved by everyone. The incomparably sincere and innocent smile was written on the young monk's young face, "It turns out that 'it' is always fresh and changing." I saw the vitality of this dish, so I was relieved......"

Abbot Yizhen clasped his palms together and bowed his head slightly.

His expression was in a trance.

As if back at the beginning of the century, outside a ramen shop called 'Yoshii Noodle Restaurant' in Chinatown, the young man looked at the disappointed and departed customers, and said very unwillingly:

"I will keep this bowl of noodles 'fresh' forever!"

"Guests will always be enthusiastic about dragon noodles!

Bite.

Prompts from the system.

Xia Yuting looked at a prompt message on the retina in surprise, 'Dragon-level kill', this is it?

“…… An unnamed nirvana ramen recipe has been created. ”

"Name the host, please. ”

I've been entangled for more than a month, and I can't sleep at night, isn't it just waiting for such a prompt from the system, but Xia Yu found that he wasn't happy at all, what kind of trouble is this.

It's so casual.

Moreover, this is not the 'dragon-level nirvana' in his mind.

"Name, whatever you want, you pick a default name. Xia Yu didn't even bother to turn his brain.

"Wabi-sabi Ramen has been added to the host recipe column, please check it out!"

Xia Yu rolled her eyes.

"My nirvana, it shouldn't be like this. He took a breath, reluctantly letting go of his emotions, not caring about any new recipes, but checking the task panel as soon as possible.

Really!

The eyes climbed with a rich joyful color.

"The host has completed one of the personal memorabilia "Personal Dragon Kills"!"

Obtain Mother Sun Globe (Recipe Fragment)*1. ”

There are more golden fragments, Xia Yu hurriedly opened the inventory, and when his gaze shifted to the corresponding golden fragments, a pop-up box asked:

"Is it synthetic?"

"Synthesize!"

I can't wait to roar in my heart.

"Get the full Mother Sun Globe recipe ......"

"Learn!"

Keep yelling.

Suddenly, the familiar feeling of pinprick came from the center of the eyebrows.

Xia Yu grinned, "The source of light, the end of the recipe of the Chinese light realm, I got it!"

Just as he was about to raise his head and laugh with the breath of the middle two, someone pushed him.

Abbot Ichizhen had already stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "You come with me." ”

Xia Yu nodded and followed.

At the door, he looked back at the dimly lit cafeteria, the existence of the little monk had been completely erased, and Natsuki and Sota Aoki had also finished eating the hot ramen, and in their positions, unbuttoned and untied the monk's clothes.

Follow the old monk all the way to his abbot's house.

This time, Xia Yu was welcomed into his private residence by the old monk, here is a small study outside the bedroom, the furnishings are antique, he found a place to sit down, and after a while, the abbot took the book, and a yellowed newspaper, and put it on the table in front of Xia Yu.

"I want to thank you. ”

The old monk said, "You have solved a problem on my mind." ”

Xia Yu knew what he was referring to, and said indifferently: "It's okay, just do it, and I also benefit a lot from it." I got a very real 'nirvana'. ”

The abbot was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, pointed to the large stack of yellowed newspapers in his hand, and handed it to Xia Yu, "Yoshii Zhen, my fellow disciple, find out." ”

The newspaper is well preserved, with flat corners and no wrinkles.

However, the newspaper was still yellowed, which showed that the age was a little old, Xia Yu flipped through it suspiciously, and on the cover page of the first page, his expression was shocked.

The date is 1915.

The first page of the newspaper was in bold black letters, and the name of the newspaper was "Gourmet Herald".

The first news of the first edition, with pictures, and the headline reads:

"Yoshii Shin, the prodigy of the generation, the god of dragon faces......"

Looking carefully at the content, it is a memorial article.

His attainments in 'dragon noodles' have earned him the title of god in the island country's gastronomic world.

He was identified as the next head of the Shirinji Temple.

He has made an indelible contribution to the spread of ramen in the island nation.

Of course.

It's a matter of another plane.

At least in his previous life, Xia Yu had never heard of a professional newspaper as "Food Herald".

In the black-and-white picture, the young man is facing the camera, looking bright.

"Dragon noodles will never go out of style......"

Xia Yu caught a glimpse of a sentence quoted in the article, was silent for a moment, closed the newspaper, and raised his eyes to look at an old monk sitting opposite, "So he left an obsession?"

The old monk nodded, "You let him see the vitality of this cuisine that will never dim." ”

"Really?" Xia Yu smiled, his gaze swept away.

"...... this?"

Another book, still on the desk.

"Yoshii Shin's dragon noodle experience manual. The old monk laughed and said, "This is the reward you deserve for entertaining him." ”

Xia Yu's eyes flickered.

He was very dissatisfied with the so-called "Wabi-sabi Ramen" nirvana.

Because the recipe was not what he conceived.

So, can this codex of experience help him further deduce his 'nirvana'?

Xia Yu felt that he had not gone far on the road of 'wabi-sabi', and there was still a lot of room for development and excavation.

Furthermore.

What about 'Extreme'?

Is there a possibility that the two will merge?

For a while, Xia Yu's heart was numb, coupled with the information flow of the "Mother Sun Globe" recipe that was congested in his head and had not had time to sort out, it was really a long way to cook!