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The orange sunset shone on a busy shopping street, and in the middle of the city, a teenager in a junior high school uniform deftly rode a bicycle through the crowd.

"I'm back!"

In a remote residential alley, a teenager casually dropped his bicycle in front of a half-open and half-closed restaurant, and if you pay close attention, it is not difficult to find a sign in traditional Chinese with the words "Chinese Cuisine" hanging in front of the restaurant.

The narrow storefront was empty, and no one responded to him, which Xia Yu had long been accustomed to.

About two years ago, Xia Yu, who made a big wish before going to bed to eat Japanese food until he vomited, woke up and mysteriously became a junior high school student at Hakuou Junior High School in Tokyo, Japan.

From the panic at the beginning, to the later adaptation, Xia Yu only took one semester.

If you want to talk about experience, since he has been forced, what else can he do except enjoy it? All day long, he sighs like a resentful woman, looking for death and life? Xia Yu directly said to him:

Be optimistic!

Fortunately, in this life, Xia Yu is still called Xia Yu, and the Yanhuang blood in his body is still there, but unlike the two sleeves and the breeze when he came, he has an extra grandfather who is loved and feared.

Walked through the storefront to the backyard, and sure enough, there was a white-haired old man sitting on the futon in the corridor, hearing the footsteps behind him, the old man opened his eyes unhurriedly, and pointed to the teapot next to him, "Come back?" ”

This is standard Chinese.

"Oh. ”

Xia Yu answered, picked up the teapot, did not go to the faucet to fetch water, but went into the kitchen of the store, scooped water into the pot in an old water tank, and then put the teapot on the gas stove.

Coo-coo.

After a short while, the teapot came out with boiling steam, and Xia Yu looked at the kettle, his eyes were a little confused for a while.

After coming to this world for two years, Tokyo seems to be the Tokyo he knows, but some details in life that cannot be ignored remind Xia Yu that this world is not as simple as it seems.

Like what......

Xia Yu glanced at the old water tank in the kitchen.

The store is not large, the kitchen is even more crowded, and an antique water tank takes up too much space, which is unreasonable.

At this time, the sky gradually darkened, Xia Yu did not rush to turn on the light, but stood quietly for a while, waiting for the sunset in the kitchen to dissipate, the narrow space was completely dim, and the old water tank suddenly had a crystal flash, leaving the water surface and floating in the air.

This is not a problem with the water, Xia Yu knows very well, he turned off the gas stove with his hand, and did not rush to make tea for the old man, but glanced at the courtyard outside, and quickly stretched out his hand to fish it out in the water tank.

On his hand was a slippery, egg-sized stone.

Sighing, Xia Yu touched the stone, threw it back into the water tank, and picked up the teapot on the gas stove without looking back and left.

He asked the old man more than once about the stone, and he used all the methods, and the old man kept his mouth shut, which made him a reborn man.

Nima, the treatment of the reborn should not be like this, what is the wrong way to open it, right? In the past two years, Xia Yu has been miserable, not to mention being called by the old man as a cow and horse every day, and he has a serious lack of sleep all year round, and he goes to school during the day to make up for sleep, so that his title of 'Sandman' has accompanied him through three years of Baiou Junior High School, and today Xia Yu has just participated in the internal entrance examination of Baiou High School, and he expects that when the spring vacation is over and the school starts in April, he can take off the title of 'Sandman' in the new school.

It's a beep.

Xia Yu, who was unusually active in his heart, was now low-eyed, kneeling on the futon next to the low table, making tea for the old man.

The tea was bought in the shopping street, and the boss was also an old man, every time Xia Yu ran errands to get it, the tea shop owner always smiled and took out such a small bag from the inner room, which was quite mysterious.

By the way, when it comes to the shopping street, this is Amiyoko Town of Ueno Station, there are all kinds of fresh and cheap aquatic products during the day, and at night it is a mixed night market, almost anything can be bought here, but well, Xia Yu has just arrived, and after a few turns, the shopping street has lost interest, which is no different from the big night market in China, except for the credibility of medicine and cosmetics, other things, such as clothing, the cottage smell is not too strong, rustic, and of course the price is also very low.

The fragrance of tea is lingering.

After making tea, Xia Yu poured a cup for the old man and poured himself a cup, and when the tea flowed into his throat and intestines, his body, which had been squeezed and hollowed out for many years, suddenly gushed out with mysterious restlessness. At this moment, Xia Yu felt like Xiao Qiang who couldn't be killed, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Alright, let's get to work. The old man closed his eyes and waved.

"Oh. ”

Xia Yu wiped away his tears silently, could only stand up, glanced at the ingredients piled up outside the kitchen, got up and walked up the narrow staircase, and came to the room on the second floor, ready to change clothes and work.

Opened the closet as usual, hiss, Xia Yu withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and looked at the right palm that had just grabbed the cabinet door, a scratch like a knife cut almost penetrated the palm, and the wound was quite deep, but strangely, there was no blood flowing out.

"The door is nailed?" Xia Yu grabbed the injured palm, bared his teeth, and showed anger on his face, and directly removed the entire wardrobe moving door panel.

However, the door panel that was upside down on the ground was smooth, and there were no sharp nails or other sharp protrusions of mystery.

It's unlearnable!

Xia Yu was a little messy, thinking that he was hallucinating, he glanced at his right palm, the conspicuous scar was still there, and there was no blood flowing out.

"Tick, the system is detecting, the binding program is started, and it has been completed. ”

What the heck?!

Holding the injured palm, Xia Yu, who turned around to find the medical kit, was stunned, and couldn't help but exclaim: "System?"

"Host, I'm here. ”

Just now, the electronic synthesized sound in his head appeared again, this time Xia Yu concentrated, there was definitely no hallucination, he was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time to catch his breath and restrain the horror in his eyes.

Crossing and rebirth all happened to him, what else is impossible? Xia Yu thought so in his heart, and immediately calmed down, the so-called barefoot who is not afraid to wear shoes is like this, he simply opened his heart and sat on the bed and asked, "Where are you in my body?"

"This system-on-chip is implanted in your brain. ”

The corners of Xia Yu's mouth twitched, glanced at the injured right palm, and touched the back of his head, could it be that this chip was drilled from the arm to the brain? Just thinking about it, the body was cold.

"Tell us about yourself. Xia Yu asked with determination.

"This system is a ...... for the cultivation of kitchen gods"

Backbite.

As the synthesized electronic voice answered, a character attribute box popped up on Xia Yu's retina:

"Host: Xia Yu.

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Physical Fitness: Lv9 (Strength, Dexterity, Burst, Nerve Reflexes, etc.)

Culinary Skills: Lv1 [Rookie Start]

Fame: 0 (This item is related to the host's popularity, exposure, and achievements, and can be used to purchase items in the system store.) ）

(Level 100 is the upper limit.) So, you're just a rookie in the culinary world, you're just a chef at best, you're just a chef who knows how to handle the ingredients, but you don't cook any dishes on your own. ）

……”

"What is this?"

Seeing the evaluation at the bottom of the information, Xia Yu's face was hot.

He is a foodie and likes to eat, so he made a big wish to cross over, but who said that a foodie must be a chef?

The above is just Xia Yu's inner tsundere's thoughts. Of course, most foodies hope that they have good cooking skills, and the kitchen god system can be described as a bright light in Xia Yu's muddy life, and he has seen the dawn!

What a turning point in Nima's theatrical life!

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