"Hello, Master Chen. Jiro Ono leaned over slightly, maintaining his usual posture but greeting with a faint humility.

"Hello, Mr. Jiro Ono, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please don't mind this interruption. Chen Hu returned the salute and responded in a respectful tone.

Of course, what he is flattering is not Ono Jiro's identity, but his achievements and age! Either way, it is worthy of him to treat it with a respectful and honest attitude.

And Rui, a person in his 90s, can't be disrespectful.

"That's fine, I just want to see what the legendary glowing cuisine looks like. Jiro Ono laughed.

"I don't think it will disappoint you. Chen Hu also laughed.

"Then I'll see. ”

Then the two stopped talking nonsense, and Jiro Ono called his eldest son, Yoshiichi Ono, and asked him to help him make sushi.

It's still the same sentence, after all, he is in his 90s, and you really want him to do manual work.

Fortunately, there were already prepared rice and ingredients in the store, and they were all freshly made and bought from the vegetable market, so they only needed to be carried and organized, so it didn't take much time for Ono to do too much, so it didn't take much time for a bunch of sushi making materials and tools to be placed in front of Ono Jiro.

Following Onozhen's salute, he withdrew from the salute, changed into a well-washed hand and tied an apron, and changed his face into a serious posture Ono Jiro, under the gaze of everyone present, like the most devout craftsman, made sushi.

Cutter, sliced meat, rice ball, combination ......

Step by step, as if it is the most sophisticated instrument in the world, it is stable and accurate to produce a piece of exquisite sushi that is very beautiful in color and luster and looks like a work of art.

"Please!" Ono Jiro sent the first piece of sushi he had made by himself to Chen Hu and invited.

"Then you're welcome. Chen Hu replied. Then he grabbed the chopsticks on the side and picked up the sushi cubes, dipped them in the sauce prepared by Jiro Ono himself, and put them in his mouth under the gaze of others.

The wonderful taste then bloomed on Chen Hu's taste buds, slightly sour, slightly sweet, with the pure meat umami and cool rice aroma, mixed into a peculiar taste that diffused in Chen Hu's mouth, the feeling of happiness filled the tip of his heart, and a feeling of satisfying his appetite naturally rose from the bottom of his heart.

In terms of the essence of food alone, which is satisfying and pleasurable, Jiro Ono is known as the god of sushi to the outside world, and the sushi he makes does satisfy people's subconscious desires.

But when it comes to God, that is, the mind, the artistic conception, and the idea of the ingredients of the food itself, Jiro Ono can't do enough. At least the kitchen heart is very vague, and the 'meaning' is too simple, it is completely the sublimation of Kobayashi Motohama's artistic conception of tempering, and the so-called craftsman spirit formed is not given by him on his own initiative, and it is the same as Kobayashi Motohama, it is hidden in the food itself, and Chen Hu needs to take the initiative to hide it to exist.

But this can't be blamed on Ono Jiro, after all, the inheritance is so powerful that even domestic chefs don't know about the existence of glowing cuisine, let alone the chefs of the island country? It is already an accident of accidents to be able to form 'meaning', and they want to do more? Unless they can meet a chef like Chen Hu, who can freely enter and leave the spirit world, or meet a monster.

But is it possible? Apparently unlikely. Even though Japan claims to have 8 million gods, the island is full of spirits, and a metropolis like Tokyo is full of filth and filth, which is perfect for the survival of ghosts.

But until now, Chen Hu has been in Tokyo for almost a month, and he can only meet occasionally, not to mention a guy like Jiro Ono who lives under the building all day?

So everything is excusable.

However, correspondingly, the will of the craftsman and the kung fu of Jiro Ono himself also erased the 'nature' of the ingredients themselves, making them old-fashioned and fixed. Being accepted by the masses as a mass-produced product may be an advantage, but in terms of the progress of his own cooking skills, it is to wipe out all possibilities, which is equivalent to cutting off his own pace of progress.

And this feeling became more and more certain as Chen Hu tasted it one after another. The name of 'God' is so much lost!

Although this refers to the level of a non-ordinary chef.

......

"Chef Chen is still satisfied with my work?" After a while, a number of sushi dishes were made, not only for Chen Hu to taste, but also to satisfy the desire of other spectators to taste.

"You shouldn't mind if I use the kitchen here, right?" Chen Hu opened his eyes and spoke.

But he didn't answer immediately, which made the faces of Ono Zhen and the others on the side sink, and an ugly expression flashed on their faces.

Although Chen Hu didn't say it explicitly, how could they not hear that Chen Hu was dissatisfied with the works of his father (master) and Mr. Jiro Ono? So for a moment, they all felt a trace of dissatisfaction with Chen Hu.

Oh, you can't be satisfied with the perfect sushi made by Mr. Jiro Ono himself, can you make even more delicious sushi?

The dotted Ono Jiro worships the patient and puts Ono Jiro in the highest position, not allowing the slightest criticism of others.

"Of course. Ono Jiro looked at Chen Hu and nodded in agreement.

In the world of Japanese cuisine, this kitchen is not something that anyone can borrow. If you are not a close relative or a companion, the kitchen as a sacred place for chefs is not open to outsiders, even the children of non-practitioners.

Chen Hu, who had received permission, stood up, walked through the crowd into the back kitchen, took the apron handed by Jiro Ono, washed it at the sink, and made sushi with the ingredients prepared in advance by Yoriya contemporary chef Yoriya Yoshiichi Ono.

The process is almost no different from when Jiro Ono makes sushi, it is all cutting knives, slicing meat, kneading rice balls, and combinations, as if Jiro Ono's behavior is reproduced, so that the pupils of Kobayashi Motohama who was watching from the side shrank involuntarily.

"Is it copying again......

"What copy?" said Takashi Ono, who wondered.

It's just that Kobayashi Yuanbin didn't answer, shook his head and continued to lock his eyes on Chen Hu.

In just a few moments, a piece of sushi was made.

"Mr. Ono, please. Chen Hu pushed the sushi to the side and waited in front of Jiro Ono and invited.

"Then you're welcome. Jiro Ono looked at the sushi, picked up the chopsticks, and then put the sushi into his mouth with the sauce under the gaze of everyone.

Suddenly, Ono Jiro's old face turned red, he raised his head slightly, and unconsciously let out a comfortable low moan from his mouth.

"Hmm......"

That strange appearance instantly attracted the sideways eyes of everyone present, and they looked at Jiro Ono inexplicably, and they really couldn't understand what kind of delicious food could make Mr. Jiro Ono, who is known as the god of sushi, make such a look regardless of etiquette.