Chapter 1: The Crooked Skill Tree

"Since when did my cooking skills become crooked?"

Summer, Tokyo.

In the bar where he heard the sound of cicadas, Xia Yan looked at the line of words that popped out in front of him, and sighed deeply helpless.

'Seasoning-spicy' proficiency is full.

Unable to continue improving.

Throwing away the spatula, Xia Yan said that he had given up the treatment, no matter how he practiced his proficiency, he added it to the branch tree of seasoning, and his knife skills and fire were stagnant, and now his cooking skills have been crooked to the extreme, and he can't be more crooked.

Having said that, one day two months ago, the system was awakened in a daze, and today Xia Yan still has a lot of things to understand, the most intuitive is his personal panel, the function options in the bottom row, are gray.

In the past two months, he has not gained anything beyond the norm, so he opened a basic skill card from the starter pack, and then practiced and tested it with curiosity.

When I realized that my cooking skills were crooked, my daily life had changed drastically, and it was too late to turn back.

"Ding."

Today, after the first branch skill is full, one of the options under the personal panel suddenly changes.

A 5% progress value appears, and the icons begin to glow.

Two square words are in the icon, revealing blurred handwriting.

Seeing that the progress value was crawling slowly, and it would take more than half a day for the visual inspection function option to be fully unlocked, Xia Yan was not in a hurry, took off the apron on his body, cleaned up the kitchen, packed the kitchen waste into a bag, and brought it to the backyard.

This is Shitamachi, Tokyo.

As a classic old-fashioned 'one-family building', there is open space in front of the house and behind the house, and the greening is very good, which is the only advantage that can be mentioned in the old house with many rats and cockroaches.

Xia Yancai opened the door, and the smell came to his face.

Several black-and-gray birds, flapping their wings not far in front of him, were slow and not panicked.

"Again, it's you...... If you don't die, you won't die, don't force me! ”

These birds are crows.

The flood of Tokyo crows, from the perspective of the audience outside the island, is really a model of peaceful coexistence between humans and animals, and it is known that it is quite easy to find an angle to advocate and write environmental protection jokes about neon people and crows.

However, in Xia Yan's opinion, the crow, which is no different from the habits of wild cats and wild dogs, is a complete troublemaker.

The garbage piled up in the corner of the yard has deteriorated and rotted because of the hot weather.

The crow smashed and pecked, the bag was torn, the scraps of fish bones were sprinkled on the ground, and the picture of the rancid smell filling the whole house was not too beautiful, and now Xia Yan covered his mouth and nose tightly, and was annoyed that the smell was unbearable, so he could only sprinkle his anger on the troublemaker, grabbed the broom and split it:

"If it weren't for the fear of death, it would be too earth-shattering, and the animal protection organization would block the door, I really want you to cut off your children and grandchildren!"

The crow that had been driven away was still not alarmed, and flew slowly to the roof, and stood there staring at people with black eyes.

The crow plague is not just talking, and the Tokyo government is a headache.

"Ah, clever and vengeful creatures."

"I'm used to birds splashing the door or something, but I'm afraid of being remembered, anyway, remember to close the doors and windows, don't be stolen by crows."

Xia Yan sighed, put away the broom, and lowered his head to sort out the garbage.

Bags that have been pecked out by crows should be replaced or put on an extra layer, and food waste that emits a bad smell should be handled with care.

Neon's garbage recycling system, Xia Yan is also fed up.

Food waste is classified as combustible waste.

But not all kitchen waste can be thrown away like this, just pick those empty bottles, use clean spice bottles, and specially organize and collect them into a pile, waiting for the date of recycling the bottles.

So, ah, forget about the fixed point, what the hell is the timing of recycling.

The kitchen waste that was collected on Monday yesterday is already stenching in the hot summer, but it will have to wait for two more days, that is, until Wednesday, when residents are allowed to throw combustible garbage at a fixed location.

Think of this pile of foul smells, which will be piled up in the yard for two days, plus the crows harassing from time to time.

Xia Yan looked at the blue sky of Tokyo, and his face was full of despair: "I can go to special people and nature!" Get out! ”

At this time, a greeting of "Is anyone there" came from the direction of the restaurant's façade, Xia Yan could only stare at the crows hovering nearby, and made up his mind that if he did it again, the cliff would use the taboo that Tokyo's policy of retreating from crows would not dare to use.

The neon people believe that the crow is the embodiment of the sacred bird, the eight-bird bird, but Xia Yan never believes in these gods and ghosts.

……

Storefront.

The old house is not spacious, and the bar counter on the inside takes up a third of the area, and with a few tables and chairs, the space is more crowded.

Coupled with a few single seats at the bar, the number of diners in the store at the same time is only a dozen.

"Excuse me, please give me a 'back to the pot meat'!"

The uncle with a scar on his face and wearing a blue overalls sat straight at the bar, looked up at the menu board for most of the day, and found that it was all Sichuan cuisine.

What spicy chicken, back to the pot meat and mapo tofu.

Both are marked with the word 'set meal', which can be understood as a set meal, and it costs 850 yen per serving.

One meal, one soup, one dish.

There is usually also a small dish of salted material, such as seaweed and pickled radish.

The uncle raised his hand and shook it: "By the way, don't want soup, give me a large glass of cold beer!" ”

He took off the fare cap from his head and exhaled heavily.

Xia Yan recognized his uniform, the staff of a garbage collection and clean-up company in charge of this street.

It's unfortunate that this club company has a background in the Black Society.

To put it bluntly, it is a change of employment in the underworld.

The neon aging society involves all aspects, and the black club can not break free from the torrent, the sober-minded boss has long been successfully whitewashed, turned into a well-known builder, and flows to some strange industries, such as the recent news report that a certain underworld boss opened a milk tea shop, became an Internet celebrity store, and the business is booming.

Serving a cold beer, I was thinking that the uncle had a story, and we couldn't afford to mess with it, so I heard the uncle suddenly say: "Oh, don't put spicy meat in the pot, I can't eat spicy." ”

Xia Yan said with a straight face: "There are three standards for the spicy in our store, slightly spicy, ordinary spicy and heavy spicy, if you can't eat spicy, I recommend you choose slightly spicy." ”

"Moreover, the back pot meat is Sichuan cuisine, and there can't be no spicy, non-spicy back pot meat......"

The uncle's beer mug slammed on the table of the bar, waved his hand and raised his voice: "No road race, it's annoying, don't you understand, I said I don't eat spicy!" ”

Xia Yan sighed in his heart.

Similar conversations, in fact, he has encountered a lot of them when he opened a store.

It's not that neon people have a light taste, but most of them can't eat spicy.

At the very least, the 'slightly spicy' for the Chinese people, a little spicy, may be the heavy mouth that the neon people can't bear.

Faced with the taste requirement of not spicy, it is also a Sichuan dish.

Xia Yan spread his hands very dryly: "I'm sorry, we don't have Shuchuan cuisine in our store that is not spicy." ”

Uncle Scarface slapped the table angrily: "You just have to do it!" ”

"Then you do it."

Xia Yan was not used to it, and replied politely.

The non-spicy 'back to the pot meat' is not bad.

Xia Yan has been asked by guests many times, can this 'mapo tofu' be sweeter? Hey, can't you use bell peppers for 'green pepper shredded pork'......

Other cuisines are fine, Sichuan cuisine is really not good.

Besides, the skills and proficiency are all added to the 'spicy', if you don't cook these dishes and change to other cuisines, Xia Yan has not practiced the cooking skills at home, and the level will drop a lot.

"I can't do it!"

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(PS: Come back to write a book, this one is still written in a comic, but it's not like "God of Cooking" that is blended in one world, book friends who are interested in food halberds and small masters help collect it, and it doesn't matter if you don't know about these foods, I believe there is no dyslexia as an ordinary food TVB drama.) ）