It was late at night, and the noisy shop gradually returned to quiet.

Xia Yu, who had been busy all night, walked back from outside the store with a stretch. He had just sent An Yilun and Eri Sawamura away. The three of them added Twitter and private emails to each other. Xia Yu even gave them the phone number and chatted for a while. Fortunately, the store street is closer to the tram stop, so there is no problem for these two people to catch the last bus home.

Under the street light outside the store, Miyoko Hojo was wearing a white chef's uniform, and her purple hair seemed to have been undergoing intense exercise, mixed with sweat, and pressed on her cheeks.

The kitchen environment of Xia's small shop is really not as strong as Hojo Tower. Not to mention the narrow and crowded environment, the key is that there is no central air conditioner. When cooking, the kitchen doors and windows are closed, and the interior is like a large steamer. When several stoves are fully powered at the same time, the surging heat current will make those who have not been trained by professional chefs think that this is "purgatory".

For Miyoko, who is used to the high-star kitchen environment of Hojo Building, her experience tonight made her tired and unfamiliar.

Doudou.

Looking at Xia Yu walking back to the store, Miyoko Hojo took out her cell phone from her wet pocket, which was stained with sweat and was stained with her body. It was already 12:00 a.m. She hesitated for a moment and called.

"Hey..." The other end of the phone was the voice of a calm middle-aged man.

"Father, it's me."

"Miyoko, I heard from my friend that you passed the IGO One-Star Chef Assessment yesterday. Congratulations." The middle-aged man said with a hint of relief, "When are you planning to go back to Yokohama?"

"Sorry, my father, I plan to stay in Tokyo until the start of school in Totsuki." Hojo Miyoko stuttered with silence for a while before saying, "I had a food and halberd battle in Tokyo and lost to a peer..."

The other end of the phone is listening.

"He is very powerful. I think he is at the level of the ten masters of the Yuanyue High School... Moreover, his cuisine has a magical power. After eating it, his spirit and soul seemed to be baptized. Although it sounds incredible, this is my most real trial evaluation..."

Miyoko Hojo said, her eyes unconsciously showing a sense of awe.

"Tell me in detail!"

The tone of the middle-aged man this time became obviously surprised.

Yokohama, Hojo Tower.

A few days ago, the Chinese restaurant, which passed the IGO six-star certification, was still in a booming business late at night.

In the kitchen, the chef Hojo Okawa stopped the work at hand, grabbed the phone and listened carefully to the narration on the other end of the phone. His face looked in disbelief and he murmured in a low voice: "...the heart of the kitchen?"

Hojo Okawa took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Miyoko, let's talk about the feeling of tasting. Needless to say, how it tastes, just talk about what you saw at that time!"

"What did you see?"

Miyoko Hojo blushed under the street lights, "I ate two special dishes in total."

"One dish is fried greenery. I seem to see the fields in the countryside... I see myself running in the wild..." Hojo Miyoko's shame was almost exploding.

"And?" Hojo Ogawa frowned.

"The other one is the hibiscus crab egg. I saw the light of the dishes, like magic!"

When it comes to glowing hibiscus crab eggs, Hojo Miyoko has endless aftertaste, and her beautiful purple eyes have a hint of hunger.

“Cooking…glowing?”

Hojo Ogawa was silent for a while.

"Miyoko, since you have decided, stay in Tokyo."

"That young man may have mastered the skills that only a special chef can understand. As far as I know, the content of the special chef assessment is to brand a simple recipe with his own mark, plunder the recipe, and turn it into his own thing. That skill is called the 'Chef Heart'!" Hojo Okawa smiled bitterly, "This is a god-level skill that your father has been the chef for so many years and has not touched the threshold!"

Hang up the phone.

Miyoko Hojo was staring blankly under the street lights and stood for more than ten minutes before digesting the information she learned from her father.

Above IGO's Nine Star Chef is a super chef who is famous in the food industry.

In Hojo Miyoko's perception, those super chefs either opened restaurants and hotels themselves, with a lot of guests, or were recruited by some huge food giants with exaggerated annual salary or even ceded shares.

After all, the Ten Masters of Yuanyue are just a group of students in school and have not yet formed an influence in the Neon local food industry, let alone globally.

You should know that among the previous year's graduates, there are probably only those with outstanding talents who graduated as ten masters, who may pass the special assessment in the future.

It is hard to say about graduates in recent years, but Miyoko Hojo is sure of the 69th class graduates who are known as the "Golden Generation" of Tozuki. Those legendary ten seats: the first seat, the second seat, the second seat, the second seat, the Nakiri Thistle...

These people must have been super chefs.

"...He may have mastered the skills of a super chef. In other words, he has touched the threshold of a super chef!"

My father's voice was still echoing in his ears. Miyoko Hojo bit her lower lip and clenched her fists without admitting defeat. "Even if it's a special level, I will still challenge you until the day of winning--!"

...

Xia Yu didn't know the conversation between the father and daughter, otherwise it would be a confused face.

Damn, now his cooking skills are only lv12. Do you want to tell me the best?

Another busy day.

After closing in the early morning, Xia Yu arranged a room for Miyoko Hojo. He moved to the old man's bedroom and left his room for Miyoko Hojo.

Due to good cleaning habits, his and the old man's room was clean and there was no need to worry about it. He could sleep with new sheets and bedding. Morida Maki invited Miyoko Hojo to stay at her house, but Miyoko refused.

He gave the only bathroom on the second floor to Miyoko Hojo for a bath. Xia Yu did not rush to close the store, but just half-closed the door and sat on a clean chair to browse the props from the Chef God Store.

"System: There are currently 1033 fame points left."

Fame has hardly increased in the past two days, which shows that the store’s promotion in the ACG circle has reached a bottleneck. Unless there are heavyweights who are more powerful than 'TAKI Jun' and 'Eri Kashiki' to help promote, the efforts in the ACG circle will basically end here.

There are too many tempting props in the Chef God Space.

Let’s not talk about the most basic recipes.

Now that you have practiced the two basic skills of "Sword Technique" and "Heat" well, you should buy an advanced skill book to learn.

The problem is that after Xia Yu sifted it, he found that he was really a pauper.

There are not many advanced branches of "Daogong".

"The Cow Green Dragon Slash" is a purple cooking skill that specializes in handling meat ingredients. If you buy it directly without passing the mission, you will consume a total of 15,000 points of fame.

"Arhat Crystal Slash", a purple kitchen technique that treats water to produce freshness, is also priced at 15,000 points.

"System, let's just talk about it. How much does the cheapest advanced swordsmanship skill book cost?" Xia Yu flipped around and simply turned off the store panel so that he would not become irritated by the cruel fact of poverty.

"Purple lower level, "Seven Stars Pojun Xun Cuts" is priced at 10,000 points of fame." The system answered.

“…”

Xia Yu suddenly looked at the sky with tears in his eyes.

"I don't want the purple sword skills of the European Qi, the poor... Is there any African Chief's version? It's the kind that is suitable for blue economy..." He asked unwillingly.

The system was silent for a moment, as if searching.
Chapter completed!