Late at night, the hustle and bustle of the small shops gradually returned to quiet. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Xia Yu, who had been busy all night, walked back from outside the store, stretching his waist, he had just sent An Yilun and Sawamura Eiri away, the three of them added each other's tweets and private mailboxes, Xia Yu even gave them their phone numbers, and chatted for a while. Fortunately, the shopping street is relatively close to the tram stop, so these two people have no problem catching the last train home.

Under the street lamp outside the store, Miyoko Hojo is still wearing a white chef's uniform, and her purple hair seems to have been mixed with sweat after strenuous exercise, sticking to her cheeks.

The kitchen environment of Xia's small shop is really not as good as that of Hojo Building, not to mention the cramped and crowded, the key is that there is no central air conditioning. When cooking, the doors and windows of the kitchen are closed, and the inside is simply a large steamer, and when several stoves are turned on at the same time, the boiling heat will make those who are not trained as professional chefs think that this is "purgatory".

For Miyoko, who is accustomed to the high-star kitchen environment of the Hojo Building, tonight's experience makes her tired and unfamiliar.

Doodle.

Glancing at Xia Yu walking back to the store, Miyoko Hojo took out her mobile phone from her sweaty, wet personal pocket, and it was already a quarter past 12 o'clock in the morning, she hesitated a little, but still made a call.

"Hey......" was a calm middle-aged man's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Father, it's me. ”

"Miyoko, I heard from a friend that you passed the IGO one-star chef exam yesterday, congratulations. The middle-aged man said with a hint of relief, "When are you going to go back to Yokohama?"

"I'm sorry, father, but I'm going to stay in Tokyo until the end of the school year. Miyoko Hojo's lips pursed, and she was silent for a while before she said, "I had a halberd war in Tokyo and lost to a peer ......"

Listening on the other end of the line.

"He is very powerful, I think he has the level of the Ten Masters of the Far Moon High Division...... Moreover, his food has a magical power, and after eating it, the spirit and soul seem to be baptized, although it sounds incredible, but this is my most authentic tasting evaluation......"

Miyoko Hojo said, her eyes unconsciously revealing a sense of awe.

"Tell me more!"

This time, the middle-aged man's tone obviously became surprised.

Yokohama, Hojo Building.

The Chinese restaurant, which passed the IGO six-star certification a few days ago, is still doing business in the middle of the night.

In the kitchen, Hojo Taiga, the chef, stopped what he was doing, grabbed his mobile phone and listened carefully to the narration on the other end of the phone, his face was in disbelief, and he muttered in a low voice: "...... Kitchen heart?"

Hojo Taiga took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Miyoko, tell me about how you feel about tasting it." Don't talk about how it tasted, just what you saw at the time!"

"What did you see?"

Miyoko Hojo blushed under the street lamp, "I ate a total of two special dishes. ”

"One is stir-fried cabbage, and I seem to see a field in the countryside...... Seeing herself running in the wild...... "Miyoko Hojo's shame is about to explode."

"And?" said Hojo Taiga frowned.

"The other is hibiscus crab meat and eggs, I saw the light of the food, it was like magic!"

When it comes to the glowing hibiscus crab meat and eggs, Miyoko Hojo has an aftertaste, beautiful purple eyes, and a hint of hungry desire.

"Cooking...... Glow?"

Hojo Taiga was silent for a long time.

"Miyoko, since you've decided, let's stay in Tokyo. ”

"That teenager may have mastered a skill that only a master chef can comprehend. As far as I know, the content of the special chef assessment is to take a simple recipe, brand it with its own brand, plunder the recipe, and turn it into your own. That skill is called 'Chef's Heart'!" Hojo Taiga smiled bitterly, "This is a god-level skill that your father has been a chef for so many years, and he hasn't touched the threshold!"

Hang up.

Miyoko Hojo stood in a daze under the street lamp for more than ten minutes before digesting the information she had learned from her father.

Above the IGO nine-star chef, he is a special chef who is famous in the food industry.

In Hojo's mind, those superchefs either opened their own restaurants and hotels with a large number of customers, or were recruited by some huge gastronomic giants with exaggerated annual salaries or even ceded shares.

After all, the Ten Masters of Yuanyue are just a group of school students, and they have not yet formed an influence in the local food scene of Neon, let alone on a global scale.

You must know that among the previous Yuanyue graduates, I am afraid that only those who have graduated as ten outstanding talents may pass the special assessment in the future.

It's hard to say what the graduates have been in recent years, but Miyoko Hojo can be sure that the 69th batch of graduates, who are known as the 'Golden Generation' of Tozuki, have ten legendary seats: Dojima Silver in the first seat, Ichiro Honami in the second seat, and Nagi Kiritsu in the third seat......

These people must have been special chefs for a long time.

“…… He may have mastered the skills of a Grand Chef, in other words, he has touched the threshold of a Grand Grade!"

Father's voice was still faintly echoing, and Miyoko Hojo bit her lower lip and clenched her fists unconvinced, "Even if it's a special grade, I will challenge you until the day I win——!"

……

Xia Yu didn't know the conversation between the father and daughter, otherwise it would be a confused face.

What's the matter, now his cooking level is only lv12, you tell me about the special grade?

It's been another busy day.

After closing in the early morning, Xia Yu arranged a room for Miyoko Hojo, and he moved to the old man's bedroom and left his room to Miyoko Hojo.

Thanks to good cleaning habits, he and the old man's rooms were very clean, and they didn't need to go through a lot of trouble to put on new sheets and bedding to sleep. Maki Morita invited Miyoko Hojo to stay at her house, but Miyoko refused.

Giving up the only bathroom on the second floor to Miyoko Hojo, Xia Yu didn't rush to close the store, but just half-covered the door, sat on a clean chair, and browsed the props of the kitchen god store.

"System: 1033 Fame points remaining. ”

In the past two days, the fame has hardly increased, which shows that the promotion of the small store in the ACG circle has reached a bottleneck. Unless there are other heavyweights who are more powerful than 'TAKI-kun' and 'Eiri Kashiwagi' to help promote it, the cultivation in the ACG circle basically ends here.

There are too many enticing props in the kitchen god space.

Let's not talk about the most basic recipes.

Now that you've practiced the two basic skills of 'Sword Skill' and 'Fire Heat', you should always buy an advanced skill book and learn it.

The problem is that after Xia Yu screened it, he found that he was really a poor bastard.

There are not many advanced branches of 'sword skills'.

"Fierce Bull Green Dragon Slash", a purple cooking skill that specializes in handling meat ingredients, if you buy it directly without passing through the mission, you will consume a full 15,000 Fame points.

"Luohan Crystal Chop", a purple cooking technique that produces fresh water by processing water, is also priced at 15,000 points of fame.

"System, let's just say it, how much is the cheapest advanced sword skill book?" Xia Yu flipped around, and simply closed the store panel, so that he would not become irritated because of the cruel fact of being poor.

"Purple lower level, "Seven Stars Break the Army and Cut Quickly", the price is 10,000 fame points. The system replied.

“……”

Xia Yu suddenly looked at the sky with tears in his eyes.

"I don't want the purple knife technique of European spirit, poor ghost...... Is there an African version?, it's the blue economy......" he asked, still reluctantly.

The system was silent for a moment, as if retrieval.

"I'm sorry, host, please keep up the good work......" finally the system said in a mechanical voice.