Time Travel Begins with Dragon Ball

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Suddenly, Ichiro Yukihira suddenly put his right hand on Soma Yukihira's shoulder and pulled him behind him. This time I'll be in charge of the kitchen, and you'll be watching. "

"Huh?" Koping Soma looked at his father's slightly serious face, full of curiosity.

Yukihirajo Ichiro said with a rare seriousness: "The guest outside feels very unusual. I'll come this time, but I can't let the signboard of "Kohei Hotel" be smashed."

Xingping Chuangzhen heard the words and looked angry: "What are you saying, even if your cooking skills are a little better than mine, you don't need to belittle me like that, right?"

Yukihiro Ichiro waved his hand at will, and his actions could kill his popularity: "Children play at home, and when you can defeat me one day, let's say these outrageous words."

"I..." Kohei Soma was obviously annoyed by his father's anger.

Ichiro Yukihira didn't care about his son's feelings, and began to get busy in the kitchen...

ten minutes later.

Sun Wukong looked at the steaming bowl of rice in front of him, it looked ordinary, with a lot of dishes added on it: "Rice?"

Ichiro Koheira made a gesture of invitation: "The rest of the ingredients can only be done to this extent, sir, don't dislike it."

Sun Wukong picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of egg, and smiled: "Not bad, you can fry the egg to make such a mouth-watering crispy skin, it shows that your control of the heat has reached a considerable level, put it down, After slicing the rice that was submerged in the dishes and poured in the soup, a warm fragrance came out immediately, which made people appetite.

Sun Wukong couldn't help but put a chopstick in his mouth. It was glutinous but not greasy, mixed with the fragrance of eggs, the strong taste of beef, and the beauty of fish jelly...

All kinds of flavors are intertwined, and the taste buds are almost bào zhà, which almost brings the deliciousness of this bowl of rice to the extreme.

Chapter [-] entanglements

With simple ingredients, it is not easy to make delicious food, which shows the superb skills of its chefs.

Although the ingredients in this world are not as good as the world of gourmet food, the chef's cooking skills are still of a very high standard.

"It's not bad." Sun Wukong put down his chopsticks and looked at Ichiro Koheira and nodded.

"It's just...isn't it good?" Hearing Sun Wukong's evaluation of his father's cooking skills, Xingping Chuang was really dissatisfied. He was still quite confident about his father's cooking skills. No one who had eaten it would know that. Even if it is not delicious, no one will leave a tiny bit of leftovers.

But this person's evaluation is just good?Even after just taking a bite, you don't move your chopsticks?This has never happened before.

"Did Dad miss it? Impossible?!"

Xingping Chuangzhen held a skeptical attitude, took out a spoon, took a sip, and instantly, the whole person's expression looked like a cloud, so cheap, yes, it was cheap, I really wanted to slap him.

"I'll try it too..." The girl also picked up the spoon, took a sip, and instantly let out a coquettish groan of 'ah~', and the people who heard it shook for no reason, her face flushed, so attractive.

Sun Wukong was speechless watching from the side: "It's just a meal, what about it?"

Ichiro Yukihiro had a serious face. For many years, he had not heard such a comment: "It seems that the guests are not satisfied with my cooking skills?"

"Didn't I say it's alright, but unfortunately, you can't maximize the deliciousness of the ingredients. It's a bit of a pity, but for ordinary people, it's not bad." Sun Wukong said, stood up, and faced the door. go...

"Guest, wait!" Yukihiro Ichiro hurriedly chased out: "I really want to know, what kind of ultimate method is the ultimate in your mouth?"

Sun Wukong made a random move, and he already had a plate of cold cucumbers in his hand, and threw it behind him: "It's the payment for your meal."

Yukihiro Ichiro's skill is obviously also good, he stretched out his hand to take the flying plate steadily, and looked at the impeccable color of the cucumber salad on the plate, his face suddenly became extremely dignified.

As an excellent chef, he saw the difficulty of this plate of cucumbers at a glance.

It smelled, but there was no smell overflowing. Out of curiosity, Ichiro Yukihira grabbed a piece of it with his hand and put it in his mouth. In an instant, his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were full of shock and unbelievable shock. They are all integrated into nature, and it is like turning into a cucumber, swaying with the breeze on the vines, free and relaxed, forgetting all troubles and worries.

"It's... unbelievable! Such a simple plate of cold cucumbers, without adding any ingredients, can achieve such deliciousness without wasting even a trace of deliciousness, and even in the process of making, the deliciousness never dissipated in the slightest. This...this...how is this done? This is the so-called extreme?! What level of cooking skills did the person who made this plate of cucumber salad achieve?!!

At this moment, Ichiro Yukihira, who was full of confidence in his cooking skills, suddenly felt that he was really small, so small, so small that he began to feel inferior.

"How is this done? How can one person's cooking skills reach this level?!"

Since then, Ichiro Yukihira has entered a state of incomparable madness.

A simple plate of cucumber salad, the god of chef Flosse, made top chef Ichiro Koheira begin to doubt his life.

"Dad! Daddy! Are you all right? Daddy!"

The state of Yukihiro Ichiro made Kohira Soma look worried and anxious, but just let him call him whatever, his father just didn't come back to his senses.

Sun Wukong glanced at the cafeteria behind him with a smile: "I hope he doesn't go to the horns, Frost's cooking skills are not comparable to ordinary people, she can even make food fibers, cells, and delicious pigments to the extreme. , the level of culinary skills has long been beyond the ordinary."

"But the cooking skills in this world are not bad, at least they won't make me picky eaters."

"Just next, it seems to solve the problem of living..."

Just when Sun Wukong was thinking about where to get a set of rooms, a very unpleasant cold drink came into his ears: "I said, didn't we already negotiate yesterday? The money is also given, and you will receive it too. Why haven't you moved out today?"

Sun Wukong looked for fame, but saw a beautiful woman dressed as a professional ol, with a few big men in black behind him, looking at a young woman in front of him impatiently.

Looking at the young woman, she was in her early thirties, and beside her was a little boy about seven or eight years old.

At this time, the young woman's face was flushed with anger: "When did I promise to sell this store to you? You left the money without authorization. I didn't take a cent, so get out of here, and the old lady called the police. ."

The woman heard the words and smiled: "Yes, if it is useful..."

"You guys!!" The young woman's face was flushed with anger, but she also knew the identity of this group of people, and she couldn't fight it. Her face was cloudy and uncertain, and she began to hesitate.

Seeing that the threat had taken effect, the woman's face turned straight and she said coldly: "Anyway, there is no room for manoeuvre, let's hand over this store tomorrow, otherwise, if something goes wrong... I know you don't seem to have handed in anything. Insurance money~”

The young woman's face changed greatly when she heard the words, this was already a threat from chì luǒna, but she had nothing to do.

"Let's go after giving you the last day!" The woman snorted coldly, put on her sunglasses, and turned around gracefully, but with a 'pop', she suddenly collided with the person behind her.