Rebirth as a Cooking God

There was a round of applause.

After seeing who was applauding, my face suddenly glowed red.

This applause is more valuable than defeating Kopin's true self-confidence.

"10 chefs, 10 dishes, but almost all served at the same time. This precise degree...was exercised with sweat and passion for cooking!"

Xia Yu gave an applause: "Great!"

seeing is believing.

Even if this scene is in the original, he can be shocked to see it with his own eyes.

Over the past two days, he visited the school festival venue and dispatched the work of Takahisa Rina. The nose flapped gently, sniffing the smell, and glanced at a plate of Mapo tofu on the table. He could not help but whispered: The time is almost the same, and the taste is the same!"

I straightened my chest for a long time.

Ten teenagers from the club, who lined up behind the table, were unable to control their inner emotions, because they were praised face-to-face by their idols, and their bodies shuddered with excitement.

"how about it!"

Xing Ping Chuang Zhen, who was standing still, asked. At this time, Xing Ping Chuang Zhen had scooped, and tried several plates of Mapo tofu, and sweat on his forehead. I sneered for a long time according to Zhao Ji, "I gave my new understanding of the spicy and hemp of Sichuan cuisine to these Jiu I Zhao Ji Liu Mapo tofu!"

New understanding!

Fortunately, Ping Chuang couldn't help it, and he scooped again, and ate his cheeks.

Just eaten, the tongue was hot and spicy burning, the whole mouth was twitching, but before he exclaimed so hot and spicy, a mysterious organ of the tongue seemed to be pryed off!

boom!

Spicy, hemp, and soup are mixed in the tongue at this moment, forming a wonderful symphony of enthusiasm. Fortunately, Ping Chuangzhen was captured by the layered taste.

For a long time, Xingping Chuangzhen just put down the spoon and dared not put the channel: "These 10 tofus are of the same quality, and...it is not the same dish as the Mapo tofu of Xingping Liu!"

Fortunately, as a popular restaurant, Xingping Restaurant has Mapo Tofu on the menu.

"Hum hum!"

It’s been a long time since I tailed Jiji.

"In the past, my understanding of Shuchuan cuisine was based on the domineering spicy and hemp, which dominated the tongue of the diners. Now, my new understanding is that weaving a hot symphony with hot, spicy, and hemp, you Do you think that your tongue sank uncontrollably and was captured?"

Xingping Chuangzhen bowed his head.

He couldn't help but trace the taste of "passionate love" in his mouth, ah, the whole body seemed to be sucked in by the honeypot, but this jar was not a sweet honey, but burning human skin, and making people happy to enjoy Red pepper oil.

"Xing Pingjun..."

Tian Suohui, who is kind-hearted, casts a worried look on Jixingliao's partner.

Hojo Miyoko murmured: "A new understanding? Turning the domineering **** into a love-like captive reverb? From **** to captive..."

Dominate, domineering.

Captive, sweet.

Xia Yu didn't expect that, after returning from an internship in his own shop, the cooking style that I followed for a long time was actually reborn.

Moreover, he discovered that it seems that Jiujiu Zhaoji has vaguely grasped the key of the ultimate taste. This key has the flash of the chef's characteristics. This is his unique treasure. The collection of three such treasures is the top of the Lin level. chef.

Very spicy, little yellow hair!

With a compliment, Xia Yu stepped forward and tasted with a spoonful.

After a while, he shook his head and put down the porcelain spoon.

"Sure enough, although the craftsmanship of these community teenagers has been sustained and solid, but they lack the spiritual flash of genius... In other words, they are only mass-produced dishes for full guests!"

Appropriate evaluation was given in my heart.

"Lecturer, how's it going?" After a long time, I left Xingping Chuangzhen and asked him with a close face.

Xia Yu shouted, "It's barely enough to get such a dish at the school festival to meet the guests..."

"But!"

He paused and glanced at Xing Ping, who was still sinking into the world of "red oil honey pot". "If it is used to bet against Xiao Xing Ping, there is a possibility of losing."

"what?"

"Lose? How can he win alone?"

I laughed loudly for a long time.

Xia Yu shook his head.

In the original book, I overturned the car as long as I could, but not to lose to Xingping Chuangzhen alone, but to him and his group of friends.

In a sense, according to Jiujiu and his Chinese Culinary Research Society, it is indeed impossible to lose to the last person.

"Well, improve the dishes, so your shop will have the dishes of the town shop." Xia Yu said in a sentence, so that his expression collapsed for a long time, "Improved?"

His eyes were wide and his breath was burning.

"Lecturer, can it really be improved?" His eyes were fixed on Xia Yu.

"of course."

Xia Yu smiled.

Since Jiujiu Jiji has touched the ultimate treasure trove, he stood in the position of his mentor and would not mind pushing one behind his back.

The students are excellent, don't you just explain the excellent lecturers?

"For a long time, come over with the exact same ingredients, and you will cook for yourself." Xia Yu took his chin to the eighth seat, and raised his chin.

"Good, good!"

I responded very excitedly, and I went back as long as I could, and put a large tray on the kitchen counter.

On the plate, there are peeled garlic, fresh onions, and dried red peppers.

Of course, the flavors of Shuchuan cuisine, such as sweet noodle sauce and bean paste, are all the same. It can only be said that it is worthy of being the leader of the Chinese Culinary Research Association and extremely professional.

Cut green onions, pat garlic, mince ginger, and twist the sauce bottle cap.

For a long time, I prepared all the materials according to Ji Ji, and stood in front of the food counter in anxious way, waiting for Xia Yu's instructions.

"Let's burn the hot pot."

Xia Yu said that I was a little ignorant after seeing Jiji for a long time, and then he added with a smile: "Come at the rhythm you are familiar with, when I don't exist. When I get to where I should say, I will instruct—"

For a long time, Zhao Ji suddenly found himself as if he had returned to the mood when he first learned cooking.

The quiet eyes on the side gave him a feeling of heart tremor.

But after all, he was a member of the ten masters. After taking a breath, the hand holding the spoon changed from a slight tremor to a complete calm!

"boom--"

This is the roar of flames.

Open the fire, heat the pot, use the hot peppers and hot pepper pots, these processes are as natural as the breath of the long-time exercise of the day and night. At this time, the young lecturer gave the first instruction:

"Filter out the peppers and chillies, and saute scallion and **** with red oil."

Ok?

His face changed slightly, and I followed Ji Ji's words for a long time.

"Pour minced pork."

Wow.

The minced pork comes into the pan, and I stir-fry it for a long time, the meat is full of fragrance.

"After 10 seconds, stir-fry with watercress sauce, 20 grams!" Xia Yu's eyelids did not move, the flame of the cooking stove, the temperature of the pot, and the color of the minced pork in the pot. These information are from [Super Tactile] Capture and form a detailed image of the fire.

And for a long time, according to Jiji, the cooking action seems to be running in the clouds and flowing water. In Xia Yu's eyes, it is actually very slow, like a slide speed.

"Rice wine, 15 grams!"

The seasoning was obviously out of preparation for a long time, and he panicked. Fortunately, there was a bottle of cooking wine on the kitchen counter. He poured it in and out of the pot and sweated on his forehead.

enough!

The amount of seasoning can only be controlled by feelings and experience.

"Put the tempeh sauce, reduce the amount, remove one or two spoons, and lose about 5 grams."

"You can put tofu!"

"That's broth? It's too thick, mix it with the same amount of water, pour 300 ml... well, when the heat is up, put soy sauce, about 10 grams, put some salt, and cook for another 3 minutes!"

For a long time, I was too busy to sweat~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Finally, thicken with white powder, sprinkle with a layer of pepper noodles and green garlic when I put out the pan, this plate of Mapo tofu is finished.

"Boom--"

The sound of the pot falling.

I looked at my hands blankly, and then I looked at the plate of tofu with unique taste, as if it had a picture of it, and I remembered the cooking in my head for a long time.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and according to Ji Ji, I felt like I had caught something.

"What's different..."

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