On the Road to the God of Cookery

Chapter 3 Crossing
"Ling Yang!"

In a dark space, an old voice suddenly came, and when the old voice sounded, a bright light followed, and then Ling Yang's figure appeared in this dark space middle.

"Who, who is calling my name?" Ling Yang looked at the dark space with nothing around him and shouted.

"I am the God of Cookery, the one you, the little guy, will challenge before you die!" After Ling Yang finished speaking, the old voice appeared again.

"God of Cookery? Immortal? Could it be that I'm dead and now I have come to Heaven? But is Heaven like this?" Ling Yang opened his mouth to express his guess when he heard the old voice, but don't look at it Ling Yang has seen through his uncle, but he is also a young man with a big brain, and he is a little bit secondary.

"No, this is just my consciousness space. Before you died, I felt your strong belief that you wanted to challenge me. It has been a long time since anyone has challenged me, and I think you are very interesting, so I brought your soul here." The God of Cookery said.

"Oh, so that's the case, but you, the God of Cookery, brought me here, do you want to compete with me right now?" Ling Yang said with bright eyes.

"Ahem, no, your current cooking skills are not even one thousandth of mine. If you want to challenge me, it's too early. The reason why I brought you here is to give you a chance. ." The God of Cookery coughed and said.

"Opportunity, what opportunity?" Ling Yang asked puzzled.

Now that he is dead and only his soul is left, what chance is there, is it a chance to reincarnate again?Thinking of this, Ling Yang is very excited. His soul has been brought here by the God of Cookery. If he is reincarnated, he will not have soup with Meng Po. Just like in the novel, he is reincarnated with memories. In this case , it's so cool, is there any wood?
"Little guy, what are you thinking about? I'm just a cook, how can I have such a great ability to let you reincarnate, but if I have my memory, I can still do it, just like in the novel. Afterwards, it's like resurrecting the soul with a dead body." The God of Cookery said a little speechlessly.

"That's it, that's okay, anyway, I can live again, right? Speaking of which, I really made money." Ling Yang said happily.

"Have you thought about it? You are really time-traveling."

"Think about it, I don't have any relatives in the world anymore, and the only thing that supported me in the past was reaching the peak of my cooking skills." Ling Yang said firmly.

"Okay, with such belief, I feel that you now have the slightest hope of being able to challenge me." The God of Cookery said with appreciation.

"Father God of Cookery, where do you want to send me? But it doesn't matter, because I can rise no matter where I am." Ling Yang clenched his fist and said.

"My god cooks. If you want to challenge the god, then naturally you have to hone your cooking skills, so the place you want to go can only be a place to hone your cooking skills, but the god is not I won't tell you, you have to experience everything by yourself, well, I hope to see you again in the future, come on, little guy!" The God of Cookery looked at Ling Yang and said.

After finishing speaking, Ling Yang suddenly felt dizzy, and then he didn't know anything.

"Where is this?" Ling Yang opened his eyes, but he felt that his eyes were very heavy, as if he hadn't opened them for a long time.

"Dad, Dad, he's awake!!"

Ling Yang just woke up, and suddenly heard a childish voice ringing in his ears, but the words made Ling Yang a little confused, because the words were not in Chinese, but in Japanese.

Ling Yang turned his head slowly, and then he saw a two or three-year-old child with red hair like a hedgehog pointing at him while talking to the door.

"What's going on?" Ling Yang thought a little depressed, and then he wanted to start cooking, but as soon as he moved his hand, his eyes went straight, because at this time, his doubts about honing his cooking skills were full of knives. The hands with scars and calluses have turned into white and tender hands.

Suddenly he remembered that in his previous life, he was attacked and assassinated by someone, and then the God of Cookery saved his soul, so now he is a soul transmigration, transmigrated to a child who was only a few years old, and even came to Japan, but He doesn't know what time it is.

To be honest, Ling Yang doesn’t hate Japan. Of course, this is only limited to the world of chefs and comics. After all, there are many excellent chefs in Japan, and chefs are regardless of national boundaries, but deep down, Ling Yang still hates his army and politicians.

Just when Ling Yang was thinking about this, a tall man opened the door and walked in. He looked at Ling Yang who was already awake on the bed and said gently: "Oh, I've woken up, it's not bad."

"Thank you!" Ling Yang looked at the man and said, although he stumbled, he still spoke in Japanese, but he only knew this sentence, and Ling Yang felt very familiar with the man's face, But Ling Yang is sure that he has never seen this man in his previous life.

"Oh, you're welcome, by the way, how did you get here?" The man looked at Ling Yang and asked.

"." Ling Yang couldn't understand, even what the man said before, but this didn't prevent Ling Yang from thanking others, he could feel that he was saved by the man.

"Oh, well, seeing that you are only so young, take your time and rest, and talk about other things after you rest." The man looked at Ling Yang's dull eyes, thinking that Ling Yang had just recovered from a serious illness , a little tired, but Ling Yang couldn't understand what he said.

"Dad, Dad, how is he? Is he alright?" After leaving the room, the child with the hedgehog looked at the man and asked nervously.

"He hasn't recovered yet. He just recovered from a serious illness. You have to remember not to disturb him. We will take him to the police station for questioning when he recovers." The man said while stroking the child with the hedgehog head.

"Oh, that's it. Well, Dad, you have to cook more delicious food for him. You see, he looks so thin and small, so he must not have eaten well." The child said innocently.

"Okay, okay, dad will do it." The man said with a smile.

Soon the child appeared in Ling Yang's room carrying a bowl of soup. At this time, Ling Yang was familiar with his body and could sit up by himself.

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