Tokyo, Japan.
In the hospital late at night, the empty and clean corridor was brightly lit.
"Damn it, this bastard…"
A fat man with a bald head was wearing an old-fashioned suit. He walked back and forth at the entrance of the emergency room, cursing something in a low voice, and he seemed extremely annoyed. Two middle-aged men, one tall and one short, stood nervously in front of the long bench in the corridor. They were both wiping the cold sweat off their temples with a handkerchief.
The red light in the emergency room was on. Through the window, one could vaguely see a figure moving inside.
"Who allowed him to enter the kitchen at night?”The fat man in the suit suddenly turned around and roared," Who is it?”
"B-Boss." The tall middle-aged man quickly stammered," He…he said that he was going to take part in the exams of Togetsu Academy and wanted to try to research new dishes. I didn't expect him to do those strange things again. He even ate…ate poison…poisoned…"
The tall middle-aged man's voice became softer and softer when he saw the fat man in the suit looking like he wanted to eat him up. In the end, he laughed dryly.
"If he dies! Who would be responsible? Our reputation as a first-grade Immortal is over!”The fat man in the suit roared again," Someone has been poisoned. Who would come to our place to eat? Do you know? Idiot! You're all idiots!"
Thump!
The lights in the emergency room suddenly went out. The fat man in a suit immediately put away his ferocious expression and became polite.
The doctor pushed the door open and walked out, taking off his mask.
"Doctor, how is it?" The fat man in the suit asked hurriedly.
"I'm very sorry!" The doctor sighed and shook his head." We've already…"
"Doctor, doctor!" The nurse in the emergency room suddenly rushed out and shouted,"He has signs of life again!"
"What?" The doctor looked very surprised and quickly returned to the emergency room. The door of the emergency room was slammed shut again.
……
Ear-piercing horns, broken windows, blood, pain, darkness…Hula had a very painful dream, filled with all kinds of terrible things.
In the quiet ward.
On the sickbed, the eyelashes of a thin boy who was about fifteen or sixteen years old fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes.
Hu Lai looked at the unadorned white ceiling and blinked in confusion.
Chef God Hu Lai was born in Yangzhou City, Jiangsu Province, China. He was the most famous top chef in the world. He entered the kitchen to observe and learn when he was three years old. When he was sixteen years old, he took the title of Chef God of China. After that, he began to come into contact with foreign cuisine. At the age of twenty-one, he became famous internationally. At the age of twenty-nine, he dominated the world of cooking. He was proficient in all the mainstream cuisines in the world and had never met a rival. He was called the God of Gourmet by the French Chef God, Alan Ducasse. He was rated as the only four-star chef in the world by the Michelin Red Book.
However, Hu Lai died in Las Vegas at the age of 30.
Hu Lai, who had just successfully defended his title at the World Culinary Diamond Competition, was in a car accident on his way back to the hotel.
On the sickbed.
Hu Lai slowly sat up and raised his hands to look at them. His expression became more and more strange. His memory was still stuck at the moment of the car accident, and now, he was in the hospital. It was true that he was in the hospital because of the car accident, but this was not a hospital in the United States.
Moreover, Hula realized that he had gained some memories that did not belong to him.
"What happened?" Hu Lai looked at his thin and weak hands, and his eyes became more and more incredulous." Transmigration?”
"You're awake!" The nurse had just pushed open the door when she noticed Hu Lai sitting up. She immediately called out to the outside,"He's awake!"
A few doctors and nurses entered the ward and performed some tests on Hu Lai.
Hu Lai didn't ask anything, because the memories that didn't belong to him had already told him everything.
Hu Lai, 15 years old, was born in Yangzhou City, Jiangsu Province, China. His mother died of dystocia, and his father died in a fire six years ago. He was now a student at the Shindo Chef Academy in Tokyo. In his spare time, he was an apprentice at the Chinese restaurant 'First-grade Immortal' in Tokyo. Recently, he was preparing to pass the exam and enter the most famous 'Toketsu Chayu Cooking Academy' to learn cooking.
A day ago, Hu Lai was researching a new dish in the First-grade Immortal's kitchen. He made a mistake in the combination of ingredients and made a poison. After testing the dish, he got food poisoning.
"I really transmigrated. This guy is also called Hu Lai. He's fifteen years old.”Hu Lai sorted out the current situation.
The doctor checked Hu Lai's condition and confirmed that he was fine. Then, he took the nurses out and told Hu Lai that he could be discharged at any time.
Hu Lai lowered his head and pondered.
"Bang!" The door of the ward was forcefully pushed open, and the fat man in the suit entered the ward aggressively.
"Hu Lai, how many times have I warned you! Don't mess around with those things. You'll never be a chef in your life! It doesn't matter if you're dead, but do we still have business? You bastard, you made me spend money to treat you. For the sake of your father, I don't want you to compensate me. I just want you to get lost! Don't say anything…Don't beg me, I won't make you stay! You're fired! This is your salary for last month! Don't let me see you again!" The fat middle-aged man roared and left without giving Hu Lai a chance to speak.
Hu Lai's mouth was half open as he watched the fat man in the suit leave.
Kitano Kimura was the owner of a First-grade Immortal Chinese restaurant. When he was young, he went to China to visit a famous chef to learn cooking. He met Hu Lai's father, Hu Sandao. Hu Sandao was also a famous chef and could be considered half a master of Kitano Kimura.
Six years ago, Hu Sandao had accidentally caught fire in the kitchen when he was developing a new dish. He had died in the fire.
After that, Hu Lai was brought to Tokyo by Kitano Kimura. Over the years, Hu Lai had been taken care of by Kitano Kimura. Even Hu Lai's school was arranged by Kitano Kimura.
"Good man!" Hu Lai sighed and picked up the stack of money scattered on the sickbed. Beiye Timber said that he had given Hu Lai a month's salary, but in fact, he had given him half a year's salary.
Kitano Kimura was indeed a good person.
He was the kind of person who had a hot temper and was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Now that Hu Lai had caused trouble, Kitano Kimura was still angry and chased Hu Lai away. It would probably take some time for Kitano Kimura to calm down. If Hu Lai did not go back, Kitano Kimura would come out to look for him.
He gave Huley some money, enough for him to stay in a hotel for the time being.
"He's actually a chef too! No…at most, he was just an apprentice. He couldn't be considered a chef. He was really bad.”Hu Lai looked at his new body and became more and more disappointed." Although I have the consciousness of being the God of Cookery, this body is too bad! Could this kind of arm really cut vegetables?”
Coming to a new world, Hula naturally wanted to start anew.
However, his current body was too unqualified.
Moreover, he had already passed the optimal age for physical learning.
In his previous life, Hu Lai had entered the kitchen to observe and learn when he was three years old. He had started practicing his knife skills when he was a few years old, and he had already mastered it when he was fifteen. The error rate of his knife was less than 0.01%. For example, if he cut potatoes 10000 times, he would definitely not make a mistake for the first 9999 times. The thickness would definitely be the same!
With his current body, Hula tried to control his arm and came to the conclusion that the error rate was 100%.
The error rate of an ordinary person's knife skills was 100%. If one really wanted to cut two potato strips of the same thickness, one's body control and coordination would need to reach a terrifying level. One would also need to accumulate muscle memory over the years.
Muscle memory was the most difficult to obtain.
His current fifteen-year-old body did not have much accurate muscle memory, and he was already past the optimal age for training. This was what gave Hulai the biggest headache. It was not impossible for him to rely on this body to return to the peak of his previous life, but it would be extremely difficult. He would need to spend more time, perhaps decades.
"What a headache! Really…Ah! What a headache! It hurts!" Hu Lai was just about to say something, but he didn't expect his head to really hurt. He immediately hugged his head with a pained expression.
"Ding! The Master Chef System is activating…Host identity is being detected…It is confirmed to be the Master Chef Hu Lai…System activating…System binding…"
" System binding complete…Scanning host's physical condition…Scanning…"
" Scanning complete…Host's body is in a weakened state…"
A strange sound appeared in Hu Lai's mind. At first, Hu Lai thought it was an illusion caused by a headache, but he gradually felt that something was wrong.
"Who is it? Who's talking?" Hu Lai asked nervously.
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