The breathing is mild, but it does exist.

Xia Yu noticed it.

The old monk Yizhen also noticed it.

He chewed the ramen in his mouth and swallowed it. The old monk looked solemnly, put his palms together, and expressed his gratitude respectfully to the bowl of ramen in front of him.

"The dead trees meet spring..."

Immediately, the old monk stared at the boy inexplicably.

Xia Yu smiled, "To be more strictly speaking, it is the old tree blooming."

"Old tree?"

That breath, like a candlelight in the wind, swayed violently, and was obviously full of curiosity about the saying "old trees bloom."

"It" is probably satisfied with this bowl of 'wasabi ramen'.

Xia Yu has this confidence.

Although strictly speaking, the real "wasabi ramen" is actually a clear soup ramen, which is the type without any side dishes, noodle with soup, and even the green onion.

But to put it bluntly, isn’t that the ‘wasabi’?

Give up the outside and go straight to the origin!

In other words, the form of ramen, including soup, noodles, and dishes, does not matter.

"'Old Tree' is this bowl of noodles."

A refreshing smile appeared on the corner of Xia Yu's mouth.

"Nothing has changed, right?"

"It's no different from the 'Dragon Face' that spread to the entire island country in China Street, right?"

He asked into the air.

Ask and answer yourself.

The old monk Yizhen's eyes flashed and he did not speak to disturb him.

As for Shinmoto Natsuki, Aoki Sota had a kind of "quietness" written on her face. They, Xia Yu, the old monk and "it", seemed to be in different plane worlds.

"No, the difference?"

A low whisper, the little monk with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes gradually became real.

"But why did I eat 'fresh'?"

"The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year."

"Noodle, it's still the same bowl of noodles, but I'm not the chef of the past. I'm in this new generation, so the noodles you eat are different from those in the past, of course," said Xia Yu.

"Is that true... The chef is different. Will the taste change even if the person is replaced..."

Xia Yu smiled slightly, "No matter what food meaning or what kind of food artistic conception, it is based on 'people'. It is not just the cooking hands and techniques. My thoughts and my characteristics are all 'melted into a stove' and given food."

"So, what you eat is fresh."

"This is, this generation's 'wasabi ramen', are you satisfied with?"

The little monk pondered for a long time and slowly looked up. His pretty face, which had not been expressed many expressions, gradually showed a bright sunny smile.

"I see……"

"So that's how it is!"

"This is your 'wasabi'. People are the most simple source of your wasabi!"

The little monk held the chopsticks, ate meat, noodles, and drank soup.

As he chewed, he closed his eyes lightly, his face filled with relief.

The obsession is gone.

It turns out that the "wasabi" he has been persistent in, the fresh taste has always been hidden in the torrent of time.

‘Ramen’, or pasta, will never grow old.

Even if the recipes grow older, people and chefs change from generation to generation. The same bowl of noodles will eventually become different. Even if the same ingredients are used.

This is the "meaning" given to ramen by Xia Yu-

Time, life!

To put it more profoundly, it is eternal change and the freshness that will never disappear!

"Senior brother..."

Hearing the sound, the old monk Yizhen looked at the desk.

The little monk was disappearing, and his legs, which were folded on the tatami, were broken inch by inch.

"I understand, the reason why the 'Dragon Face' spreads the love of everyone." An extremely sincere and innocent smile was written on the young monk's tender face, "It turns out that 'it' is always fresh and changeable. I saw the vitality of this kind of cuisine, so I felt at ease..."

Abbot Yizhen put his palms together and lowered his head slightly.

His expression showed a trance.

It seemed like I was back at the beginning of the century. Outside a ramen shop called "Yoshii Noodle Restaurant" on China Street, the boy looked at the disappointed guests and said unwillingly:

"I will keep this bowl of noodles 'fresh' forever!"

"Guests will always be enthusiastic about Dragon Face! Will not be bored!"

bite.

System prompts.

Xia Yu looked at a prompt message on the retina in surprise, "Dragon-level must-kill", what happened?

“…an untitled ramen recipe has been created.”

"Please name the host."

I have been struggling for more than a month and can't sleep at night. Isn't it just waiting for the system to give me a prompt? However, Xia Yu found that he was unhappy at all. What's the point of making a fuss?

Too casual.

Moreover, this is not the "dragon-level kill" he thinks.

"Name? Just choose a default name in the system." Xia Yu simply didn't even bother to turn around.

"Wabisa Ramen has been added to the host recipe column, please check it out!"

Xia Yu rolled his eyes.

"My killing shouldn't be like this." He took a breath, barely let go of his emotions, and ignored any new recipes, but checked the task panel as soon as possible.

really!

The eyes crawled into a rich joyful look.

"One of the personal events of the host completes "The Personal Dragon Kill"!"

“Get “Mother Sun Ball” (Recipe Slices)*1.”

There was a portion of the golden fragments. Xia Yu quickly opened the inventory and turned his eyes to the corresponding golden fragments. A pop-up frame asked:

“Is it synthesized?”

"synthesis!"

I couldn't wait to roar in my heart.

“Get the complete Mother Sun Ball recipe…”

"study!"

Keep shouting.

Suddenly, a familiar sensation of needles came from the middle of the eyebrows.

Xia Yu grinned, "The source of light, the end of the recipe of the Chinese Light Realm, I got it!"

Just as he was about to burst into a middle school aura, he raised his head and laughed, when someone pushed him.

Abbot Ichima had already stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "Come with me."

Xia Yu nodded and followed.

At the door, he looked back at the dim canteen. The existence of the little monk had been completely erased. Shinmoto Natsuki and Aoki Secta also finished eating the hot ramen. In the position, he unbuttoned the buttons and unwrapped the monk's robes.

Follow the old monk all the way to his abbot's courtyard.

This time, Xia Yu was welcomed into his private residence by the old monk. This was a small study outside the bedroom, with antique furnishings. He found a seat to sit down. After a while, Abbot Yizhen took the book and a yellowed newspaper on the table in front of Xia Yu.

"I want to thank you."

The old monk said, "You have solved my worries."

Xia Yu knew what he was referring to, and said indifferently: "It's okay, just do it with your means, and I also gained a lot from it. I got a very real 'kill'."
To be continued...