After cleaning every morning, Xia Yu returned to the kitchen with a wooden basin, but suddenly stopped walking at the back door of the kitchen, his nose kept twitching, and smelled the smell of the smell coming from the kitchen.

The stomach purred.

Having said that, breakfast on the first day of spring break has not yet been settled.

Xia Yu put the wooden basin and entered the kitchen. Sure enough, the old man was cooking two bowls of breakfast on the kitchen counter, and it seemed that he had already gone through the last few steps.

The sweetness came out of the pot. The old man picked up the pot and poured it into two large bowls of brown sugar water that had been cooked, then sprinkled the fried peanuts, crushed walnut kernels, and finally a little chopped green onion.

I couldn't help swallowing. Xia Yu stared at the two bowls of breakfast on the kitchen counter and murmured: "I'm sorry, today I will become a sweet party."

The old man made tofu flowers.

It is very common snacks in the mainland of my country, but since I came to this parallel world, it was the first time that Xia Yu saw the delicious food he was very familiar with in Tokyo. For some reason, his nose was sour and he just wanted to eat it.

After washing his hands, Xia Yu walked over and said, "A bowl for me?"

The old man nodded.

Xia Yu was not polite at all, so he left with the bowl. He came to the store and found a seat to sit down casually. The white porcelain spoon scooped a spoonful of tofu flowers in the bowl.

His eyes widened slightly.

This bowl of tofu flowers is different from the snacks he remembers. The main difference is that the tofu flowers are too crystal clear, like jelly, and they shake continuously when the spoon is scooped up.

"Can tofu flower achieve this level... a work of art?" Xia Yu opened his mouth wide.

Beyond common sense.

Have you ever seen the white jade-like tofu flower? Xia Yu must have believed it by the past one hundred. He sniffed it carefully, sucked in a scent of soy milk, and there was no doubt in his heart.

"Let's have a look first."

After making a bowl of ramen last night, the old man obviously changed his attitude. For example, the breakfast now seems to be a bit striking to Xia Yu.

Mo Mingjian was a little nervous, as if his cow chewing peonies would destroy this artistic delicacy. Xia Yu took a deep breath, stabilized his slightly trembling hand, and put the spoon closer to his mouth.

As soon as I entered my mouth, the fragrance of tofu flowers spreads on the tip of my tongue. The flavors of chopped green onions, fried peanuts and walnut kernels did not destroy the bean flavor at all, but further strengthened the taste and taste. Moreover, the tofu flowers were like condensed milk, melting in the mouth. Xia Yu just chewed a few sips lightly, then swallowed it but turned into fluid food.

It felt like I was eating soy milk, full of fragrance. At this moment, Xia Yu's mind was covered with golden soybeans, and she seemed to be lying on the sea of ​​soybeans with a bumper harvest, wandering and enjoying herself.

Before I knew it, a bowl of tofu flowers was wiped out.

clang……

The spoon collided with the bottom of the bowl, and Xia Yu was so excited that he glanced at the empty bowl and shrugged, "Is this gone?"

Baji Baji savored the fragrance between his lips and teeth, Xia Yu picked up the empty bowl and returned to the kitchen.

"What kind of tofu is this?" he asked the old man.

"A very ordinary vegetarian tofu flower..." The old man also put the clean empty bowl in the bowl pool without looking back. "Tofu flower is the main ingredient, and other ingredients are not important."

Xia Yu immediately understood what the old man meant.

Is it an unusual to imply tofu flower?

Tofu brain and tofu flower are both intermediate products of tofu making. Needless to say, it must be the old man who made the remaining soy milk into tofu flower when he was making tofu.

In essence, there is no difference in the ingredients of tofu and tofu flower. The quality of tofu flower also represents the quality of tofu.

Without further questions, Xia Yu waited patiently for the tofu to take shape.

One hour later.

Uncovering the wooden tray wrap in the kitchen, a whole tray of fresh tofu was presented to Xia Yu's eyes.

His pupils shrank slightly.

Just looking at the snow-white and delicate color of the tofu, you can tell that the quality is extraordinary. Xia Yu hesitated for a moment, tried to stretch out his index finger and gently poked it on the surface of the tofu. The rebounding force made his eyes look surprised.

At this time, a message that made Xia Yu very unfamiliar pop up in front of him:

"【Shui Tofu】, excellent quality, is the main ingredient for a variety of dishes. The system recommends that the host use this high-quality ingredient to cook "Magic Mapo Tofu". The probability of glowing dishes appearing increases..."

Identify ingredients?

Xia Yu was shocked. Does the chef god system have this function?

He couldn't help but slam his head and asked, "System, how good is my cooking skills now?"

“lv3.”

"Yesterday you completed the initial task, level one, and you gained an idle talent point." The system answered diligently.

"By the way, with my current cooking skills, where can I use my talent points?"

"Blade skills and heat are two basic talents. Of course, the host can also allocate two talent points to the option of 'food identification' to enhance the system's verification function." The system said, "Note that the host's cooking skills are too low at present, and it can only unlock advanced talents when it reaches lv10."

Xia Yu thought for a while and decided to say, "Then let's have 1 point of knife skills and 1 point of fire. Distribute it like this first."

“The request was accepted.”

In an instant, there was some change in the body. Xia Yu loosened his shoulders, but he could not find the source of the change.

Looking at the chopping board and a kitchen knife, Xia Yu reached out and picked up the kitchen knife, staring at the Yinliang blade that reflected his face, with an unspeakable surprise in his eyes.

Among the basic qualities of cooking, his knife skills must be the best, but there is no reason. Over the years, he has been using various ingredients for the old man every day and night, and his knife skills have long been practiced.

However, the feeling of holding the knife this time is obviously different.

How should I describe it? It’s like a swordsman who has been practicing swords for many years. He suddenly realized that he had telepathy with the sword he had been with him for many years, and the human sword was united.

This statement is a bit exaggerated, but Xia Yu really can't find other statements to describe it.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the freshly baked white jade water tofu in the wooden tray next to him. A knife light flashed by. Xia Yuxin picked up a piece of water tofu that was still wet in his hand and placed it on the chopping board. The sharp kitchen knife in his right hand collided with the chopping board. Every time it was everything to the end. The action of the knife was smooth and natural, and he had a faint temperament of an old chef in the hotel.

Soon, the tofu slices were covered with chopping boards, just like pieces of paper. The size and thickness of each piece were difficult to see the subtle differences with the human eyes.

"call……"

By the habit of cutting tofu, Xia Yu suddenly improved his skills to a step. He let out a sigh of excitement and a hint of horror in his eyes.

Only one talent point was allocated, and the improvement of sword skill was so obvious. If he had full sword skill talent in one breath, wouldn’t he reach the level of the chef god in terms of sword skill?

Suddenly I realized that there were other people in the kitchen.

Xia Yu uttered, put down the kitchen knife, glanced at him, and indeed he was a little stunned when he saw the old man looking at the tofu slices on the chopping board.

I guess the old man has seen the process of cutting tofu.

"Your sword skills..."
Chapter completed!