“Better tofu?”

Ryoko Lina held her chin and turned her head to look at Masato Kamihara with her eyes burning.

"Minister, recently, our IGO District 11 Food Research Institute developed a new type of tofu using large tuna soybeans cultivated in large scale... It seems to be called frost-fall tofu, right?"

Masato Kamihara smiled.

"right!"

"Frostfall tofu is quite special, with high oil content, tender and delicious. Our management department has received huge orders, and most of the orders come from the pan-Chinese civilization. Our production institutions are working overtime day and night to try to meet the needs of customers."

Hearing words.

Xia Yu was stunned.

Frost-fall tofu? It looks a bit familiar.

At the same time, he was also curious. The IGO Food Research Association is an independent organization of the R&D Bureau of the IGO headquarters. This department is also the most mysterious and huge among IGO. They have established many cultivation and planting ecological zones around the world. Neon's local 11th District Food Research Institute is a branch of the headquarters.

"Maybe you can try to make perfect Mapo tofu with that kind of tofu." Ryoko Lina turned to stare at Xia Yu, "Tomorrow I will bring some frost-fall tofu to study with you."

To be honest, Xia Yu was also curious about the new tofu produced by the Food Research Institute in District 11.

"You can just send the tofu over, just study it together."

Xia Yu said casually, noticing that Miyoko Hojo was showing off his eyes to him madly, looking very anxious.

"you……"

A hint of anger flashed through Ryoko Lina's eyes, but for the perfect cooking, she tried her best to say calmly: "You may not know who I am yet. So let me introduce myself..."

"stop!"

"I have no interest in you!"

Her impolite behavior in the past made Xia Yu feel very poorly about her. She shook her hand and turned her head and left, "Mr. Kamihara, there are two leftover dishes, I will make them for you to enjoy. In addition, please restrain your subordinates and don't let her trespass on the private kitchen again."

"Hi, Hi!"

Masato Kamihara nodded without integrity, watched him walk into the kitchen, then his face sank, and dragged back the strong man in monk's clothes who was wandering around the kitchen.

"Sit for me!"

He slapped the monk's shiny forehead and sat down on a chair. Masato Kamihara pointed at him and laughed and scolded: "You don't have to look for that special chef. You went to the kitchen just now. Have you seen other people?"

The monk was shocked, and after thinking about it, he looked in disbelief.

"Minister, you mean, that boy...is a super chef?"

The Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably. The monk was deeply shocked and was frightened by his own thoughts.

A high school student's special chef, probably the level of genius is no worse than that of the chef Liu Maoxing who rose a hundred years ago. In that era, Liu Maoxing, who became a special chef at the age of thirteen, can be said to be the only one in the world, and no one can break this record until today. The genius chef Lan Feihong of the same era, at the age of thirteen, passed the special assessment at the same time with Liu Maoxing.

There is also the deputy chef, Master Ji Di, who was a vice-cook at Yangquan Restaurant in Guangzhou a hundred years ago. He was also a special chef at the age of 20. But what a pity to the food industry is that Master Ji Di's shocking ice sculpture cooking skills have been lost.

When the monk thought of Yangquan Restaurant, awe appeared in his eyes.

A hundred years ago, Yangquan Restaurant was a gathering place for the cuisine industry. There were too many experts in the cuisine industry who had practiced there.

Although Yangquan Restaurant was rebuilt on the ruins after World War II, it is no longer as popular as before, but its status in the Chinese cuisine industry is as important as the Yuanyue in the neon local area.

If we talk about its influence in the global cuisine industry, the ancient Yangquan Restaurant that has inherited it is obviously a stable place for Yuanyue.

"No, he is not a super chef!"

Ryoko Lina interrupted, "I watched his cooking process in the kitchen in the whole process. Her basic skills are very solid. She is the top student among the students of Yuanyue and Shilin Temple, but she lacks advanced techniques..."

As he said that, Ryoko Lina hesitated for a moment before frowned and said, "He seems to have been in contact with cooking for a while, but he gives me a very experienced feeling. It's so strange."

The strong man in a monk's clothes was silent.

The man of Shenyuan Zheng thought about something.

He is an old customer of Xia’s restaurant, but the first time he had eaten Xia Yu’s dishes was just a few days before the old man returned to China.

The bowl of beef ramen full of imitation breath surprised Kamihara Masato, but he was only surprised. Because of simple imitation, no matter how perfect the details are, it lacks the most important thing - the soul!

However, this time, when I tried magical Mapo tofu, Masato Kamihara was tightly wrapped by the cooking soul. Now the demon named Eating is still constantly protesting against him in his heart.

What made him, a teenage chef, grow up so quickly?

Masato Kamihara was full of curiosity.

...

Fried green peach and hibiscus crab eggs are actually much simpler than magical Mapo tofu.

In less than half an hour, Xia Yu presented two dishes with lids to the dining table.

"Please use it slowly-"

This time, Xia Yu did not lift the lid by himself, but retreated to the side with a smile.

Masato Kamihara lifted one of the lids without hesitation, and with the dazzling light, a fresh breath suddenly spread out.

This umami flavor is not seafood, but river food.

At this moment, Masato Kamihara seemed to have seen a busy crab fishing scene. The plump hairy crabs were salvaged by fishing nets and taken home by fishermen, thrown into a pot to cook, becoming red. Then the fishermen's family was enjoying the food, enjoying themselves, with happy smiles on their faces.

"I'll open this lid!"

A loud shout broke the cooking fantasy of Masato Kamihara.

The strong man in the monk's clothes bent his claws like a hook, grabbing the lid on another plate.

Bang!

But the hand was taken off halfway. Ryoko Lina mischievously glanced at the monk, "I will open this lid!"

"No!" The monk stared back at the female search officer.

"Then let's eat the halberd!"

"If you eat halberds, you will eat halberds. Who is afraid of whom?" The monk slapped the table in anger.

The boat of friendship was overturned as soon as it was said. The two of them stood up at the same time, with great momentum.

"Ahem." When they just stood up, Masato Kamihara grabbed the gap, reached out and suddenly lifted the second lid.

In an instant, the shop was silent and returned to the quiet atmosphere that should have been at midnight.

Hibiscus crab eggs are fresh.

Then, stir-fried Qingjiang cuisine is undoubtedly the refreshingness of vegetables.

Huhu.

It seemed as if a spring breeze blew across the store, and the two people who were facing each other softened their expressions and closed their eyes gently.

When they opened their eyes again, what they witnessed was a tragedy on earth.

Masato Kamihara had already taken the chopsticks and bowls and was feasting, picking vegetables and crab meat and eggs. He was very focused, and the dishes on the plate were reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"ah……"

"Minister, how can you do this! It's a foul!"

The monk screamed with a thick voice, sat back on his chair, and hurriedly picked up the chopsticks.

Ryoko Lina sat down alertly, and didn't say anything about food and halberds, just ate it.
Chapter completed!