"What! Impossible!"
As soon as Daizi finished speaking, Qingye's eyes widened and he said in disbelief.
"It's not impossible. Jiang Xu's cooking today is much better than yours."
Daizi said in an unquestionable tone, "As for how strong it is, you can have a taste for yourself."
Dishes that use careful cooking skills are simply a dimensionality-reducing blow to ordinary cuisine.
Qingye puffed up her pretty face, stared at Jiang Xu's fried buns, and finally recalled the source of the uneasiness in her heart.
The dough of the steamed buns has the wrong flavor.
This is a dough that has fermented extremely well, and at least it is cleansing.
Could it be that he knew he would be peeping, so he made a ball of inferior dough first to numb me on purpose.
Damn it!
Still got scammed.
Aoba angrily conceived a 30,000-word mental game in his mind, and had already rehearsed Shouki's countermeasures for the next time.
In the eyes of Jiang Xu and Dai Zi, they saw Qingye staring at the fried bun, his expression constantly changing, as if he was studying a hundred ways to kill it.
Until a while later, he suddenly picked up the chopsticks again, picked up a fried bun, put it on his plate, and used the chopsticks to peel apart the dough.
Uh-huh!
The light flashed away, as if it was just an illusion.
But considering what happened when Daizi ate the buns just now, Jiang Xu was sure that the light was not an illusion.
But, my cooking shines!
What kind of weird situation is this?
But it seems that I am still the only one who can see it.
Jiang Xu kept thinking, but he didn't notice that Qingye's expression kept changing after eating the bun.
The speed of chewing became faster and faster. After swallowing the last bite, he immediately took another bun and stuffed it into his mouth. Going against his own habits, he ate three in one go before stopping.
Qingye said in disbelief: "Why, I suddenly felt very hungry and wanted to eat fried buns, especially the idea of fried buns with fillings. Obviously I don't like carrots very much, why would I feel that way?" Do you particularly want to eat?"
"I only feel this way when my father occasionally cooks."
As the daughter of a chef, Aoba doesn't have any particular favorite cuisine. She cannot deeply understand the ideas contained in fried dumplings. She can only relate to the sudden urge to eat a certain dish for no reason at certain times.
"Suddenly have a craving for food?"
After listening to Qingye's words, combined with Daizi's question just now, Jiang Xu vaguely guessed something.
Immediately, he grabbed a fried bun and opened it with one hand.
Uh-huh!
From the top of the filling, a faint light flashed for a moment.
Jiang Xu ignored it and put half of the bun into his mouth, chewing it.
really.
The familiar taste that was almost exactly the same as in his memory filled his mouth, and a picture emerged in his mind involuntarily.
Jiang Xu took a deep breath. It was his impression of fried dumplings in his childhood, but he didn't know why it was injected into the dish.
Could it be because when I was making this dish, I was completely lost in memories, but this is not scientific.
Wait, impression...
Could it be possible? It’s because of thoughts.
Thoughts flashed through Jiang Xu's mind, and the vision in front of him suddenly changed.
Inside the pan-fried buns in front of you, there are yellowish-colored chanting seeds like nostalgic old photos, like small lanterns, lingering with a warm light.
Jiang Xu suddenly realized that the abnormal phenomena in the cooking were indeed caused by Nian Zhong.
And this method may also be related to his breakthrough in mahjong technology today.
He has established roots in the three sects. Even now, he can slightly influence the seeds of thought with his personal thoughts.
It is very likely that when I was cooking before, I could not help but incorporate my thoughts into the buns.
Completed this ultra-shimmer version of luminous cuisine.
In fact, Jiang Xu had thought about it on the way back, since mahjong can induce mysterious elements such as thoughts and luck.
There is no reason why other things cannot be triggered.
Now, it has been accurately observed that cooking can also induce thoughts, so it can be confirmed that, in fact, all other competitive events can also be used.
For example, martial arts, table tennis, go...
Jiang Xu felt a faint expectation rising in his heart.
This world is becoming more and more interesting.
There is no doubt about the winner of this Shoji.
Although Aoba is not happy, as a chef, she also understands that injecting thoughts into food is an extremely cheating method.
She is absolutely incomparable now.
But she was not discouraged.
Although the Heart Chef Style is powerful, from its birth to the present, only the God of Cooking from the ancient Xia Kingdom has reached its peak and is the true Heart Chef.
The rest is nothing more than a bunch of imitators, predictable at the highest level.
However, other schools of cooking are constantly developing after entering modern society. Strong people emerge in large numbers, the paths are clearer, and the upper limit is higher.
Aoba has already confirmed his future path, Harachu style.
She still wants to do her best to promote the local cuisine of Sakurajima, which means using the original flavor of the ingredients to create the most delicious dishes.
It's just that compared to some Sakurajima chefs who go to extremes and pursue higher-end, rarer ingredients.
Aoba also hopes to discover the unique flavors of some common ingredients, present them in the form of Sakurajima cuisine, and popularize them.
This is her dream.
The flavorful meat-filled fried dumplings and the greedy vegetarian fried dumplings are paired with a bowl of hot and stomach-friendly millet porridge.
After dinner, the three of them were very happy.
Most of the fatigue in his body was driven away.
What I can predict is that I will have a good sleep tonight.
After washing the dishes and cleaning up the residue, it was nine o'clock in the evening.
Jiang Xu was about to go back to his room when he was suddenly stopped by Dai Zi.
"Jun Xu, school starts tomorrow, are you ready with everything?"
"Are you talking about documents and the like? I have already put them away." Jiang Xu nodded.
Daizi shook her head slightly, "Not only the ID, but you also need one more thing, the school uniform."
"Uniforms?!"
Jiang Xu was stunned. He really didn't expect this.
"You can forget this. There will be an opening ceremony when school starts tomorrow, and all teachers and students must wear school uniforms. You don't think about wearing your own uniform tomorrow, right? Do it on the first day of school. Let the news come out.”
Qingye, who was watching TV, came back and said with a speechless expression.
"It's not that exaggerated. But I guess you must have forgotten about it."
Daizi walked to the entrance with a smile, took a paper bag she had brought back today, and handed it to Jiang Xu.
"This is our school's uniform. There are two sets, one Eastern style and one Western style. Let's try them both on and see if they fit. But even if they don't work, we can only change them tomorrow night."
In this world, both east and west are strong, and no one’s cultural influence is weaker than anyone else’s.
It is reflected in every aspect of life.
Ayakawa High School has always been known as a benchmark international school, so naturally the school uniforms are designed for both cultures.
Let students wear different school uniforms according to festivals and different occasions.
Jiang Xu took the bag and returned to his room to change.
The first thing he took out was a Western-style uniform, which was similar to the Sakurajima student uniforms that were common in his previous life.
A white shirt, a black suit-style jacket, trousers, and a tie.
This is the Western style for boys. From this, it can be inferred that the classic JK style for girls, Western style, should not be erased by the differentiation of the world.
Great!
With inexplicable joy, Jiang Xu put on this school uniform.
The fabric is soft and there is no strange feeling on the skin. It should be high-end.
The size is just right and the style is slim fit.
Finally putting on his tie, Jiang Xu walked out of the room.
Hearing the sound, Daizi and Qingye turned their heads together and saw Jiang Xu walking over. They couldn't help but look startled and opened their mouths slightly, but forgot to speak.
The uniforms of Ayakawa High School were designed by an outstanding student alumni who became a well-known designer.
Although school uniforms are meant for normality and general use, they will not look out of place no matter who wears them.
However, this graduate designer recalled all the resentments he had about school uniforms when he was a student, and still incorporated his own ideas into the details.
Ordinary students will not make any difference wearing this uniform.
But some handsome boys who fit the designer's aesthetic can show off their handsomeness to the greatest extent.
At this time, Jiang Xu was undoubtedly one of them.
The pure black jacket on the upper body and the straight black pants on the lower body are perfectly unified. The waistline is slightly tightened. You can see the well-proportioned figure through the school uniform jacket and pure white shirt. However, there is a slight frown on the handsome face. A little bit unaccustomed.
"Aunt Daizi, how are you? You should be fine."
Jiang Xu's words interrupted their reverie. He really didn't know anything about dressing up. In addition, there was no mirror in the room, so he couldn't see his whole body clearly.
"You are very handsome, Mr. Xu. When you go to school tomorrow, you will definitely become the new center of attention."
Daizi showed a motherly smile. Looking at Jiang Xu dressed in this outfit, a strong idea of accepting a son suddenly arose in her heart.
My daughter is not considerate at all.
She looks average and cute, her cooking is average, and her academic performance is average.
How could a son like Jiang Xu be better?
"What you said is too exaggerated. Qingye, what do you think? Is it okay?"
A helpless smile appeared on Jiang Xu's lips, thinking that Daizi was joking with him.
Qingye, who still didn't know that he was disliked by his mother again, held his breath at this time, and forgot to close his slightly open mouth.
He stared at Jiang Xu without blinking, feeling his throat itchy and wanting to bite something to eat.
Suddenly asked by Jiang Xu, he was so shocked that he trembled and stammered, "I feel, I feel, it's just average, that is, it's just a few hundred million points stronger than ordinary people."
"That's right."
Jiang Xu nodded with satisfaction, as long as it can be worn, there is nothing unusual about it.
"There's another set, I'll put it on too."
"Okay, hurry up, I'm looking forward to it." Daizi smiled.
When Jiang Xu returned to the room, Daizi turned her head, looked her daughter up and down, blinked and smiled.
"Average, just a little better than ordinary people."
Qingye's face turned red with embarrassment and he shouted, "Oh, stop talking! I'm just trying to get rid of Yidian! Really, what's so great about it?"
Back in the room, Jiang Xu took out his second set of Eastern-style school uniforms.
When he unfolded the clothes and took a look, he raised his eyebrows slightly. This was actually a school uniform similar to the Tang suit in his previous life.
However, the subtleties are still different.
At the very least, the styles are more modern, slim and youthful, and are called summer clothes in this world.
The summer of Xia Kingdom is not the summer of summer.
This school uniform also looks like a black base, with only the cuffs and collar decorated with gold lines.
But in fact, if you adjust the angle, you can see that there is a connected texture embroidered on the clothes. This is the school scene of Ayakawa High School.
Jiang Xu fell in love with this outfit at first glance.
He quickly took off his suit, put on his summer clothes, and naturally raised his head and walked out of the room.
This time, Daizi and Qingye thought they were mentally prepared and would not be too surprised.
But when they saw Jiang Xu's true appearance, they were still stunned for a moment.
Jiang Xu walked from the darkness of the corridor to the bright living room with a faint smile on his face.
Wearing a dark summer dress that does not reflect light, Jiang Xu's skin is particularly fair.
The golden lines on the cuffs and collar were originally just decorative embellishments, but they gave him a mysterious and noble aura when worn on him.
It would be inappropriate to say that he has the temperament of an ancient prince and grandson of the Xia Kingdom, but Jiang Xu's outfit does remind people of the aura of a 'dragon'.
If they could browse the photos and captions uploaded by the girl today on social software, they might be able to find a suitable word.
'Dragon bird! '
However, even if this temperament is excluded, Jiang Xu's summer clothes fit him perfectly.
Daizi and Aoba seemed to have traveled through time and space, and saw the world a hundred years ago, just like the scenes in the movie.
Daxia's fleet set sail from the East China Sea, circled half the world, and was invincible until it encountered the West at the other pole of the world.
When war broke out, it returned to negotiation.
At that time, handsome young men from the Great Xia Dynasty, dressed in summer clothes, were roaming around the negotiation table with a group of blond Westerners in suits from the West, citing classics and arguing with each other without giving in an inch.
Jiang Xu's appearance at this time is very similar to those of the Xia Kingdom ancestors shown in the movie.
What flows naturally from his expression is his confidence in his country and culture.
This kind of self-confidence is the style of the Kingdom that Sakurajima people envy and admire.
"I think this outfit looks great, what do you think?"
Jiang Xu turned around in a circle, still very satisfied.
"Well, I think..." Aoba hesitated for a while, organized his words, and then continued: "Otherwise, you should wear that Western-style suit to school."
"Isn't this Eastern style good?"
Jiang Xu tilted his head and asked.
Qingye pursed his lips: "Because it is too prominent and different."
If Jiang Xu is simply more handsome than the people around him when he wears a Western-style school uniform, although some boys will be jealous, some boys and most girls will be proud to be Jiang Xu's friend.
But when he wears summer clothes, he gives the impression to people around him that he is saying, 'Are you worthy of wearing summer clothes? ', too sarcastic.
Looking at Qingye's face, Jiang Xu nodded thoughtfully.
"Okay, then I will..."
"No, just wear this Eastern style."
Before Jiang Xu could finish speaking, he was interrupted.
"Lingchuan is not an ordinary school, and Jiang Xujun is not an ordinary student. That kind of situation will not happen. What's more, I am here."
Daiko Hagiwara waved her hand domineeringly, and the majesty of the grade director was clearly revealed.
Jiang Xu and Qingye looked at each other and spread their hands helplessly in agreement.
Qingye thought about it and felt that his considerations seemed redundant when it came to Jiang Xu.
Others may be affected by the 'atmosphere' common on the Sakurajima campus and be hit by ostracism.
But Jiang Xu would never do that, not only because he came from Xia Kingdom, but also because he was a strong man.
The strong make the rules wherever they are, rather than being subject to them.
But who knows what Daizi wants at this moment is to bring Jiang Xu to her group of old female colleagues to show off and make them envious.
Look, I've taken the lead. You all should hurry up and implement the policy for me.
Maybe it would be a beautiful thing to bring home a handsome and handsome boy!
