Food in comics

In the evening, the orange-red sunset glows the city with a layer of charm.

In this city where the Sky Arena is located, most people have finished their hard work and are on their way back.

The only thing left in my exhausted body is the idea of ​​wanting to reunite with my family and have a good meal, but compared to yesterday, it seems to be back to normal today.

I don’t have the tiredness of going through the doomsday again and again, and my mood is not as bad as yesterday.

On the crowded tram, a very lucky social animal was sitting on a hard-won chair, watching the setting sun half down the horizon outside the window, like a flaming cloud.

The cool breeze that belonged to the evening passed across his face, thinking of his newlywed wife who was cooking at home, his mood changed from exhaustion to joy, full of enthusiasm, like seeing hope, all fatigue and sleepiness disappeared.

When most of the working people in this city are on their way home and dinner is being cooked in the house, the central kitchen of the Sky Arena is also busy, the sound of cutting vegetables on the chopping board, and boxes of food after cleaning , The kitchen steward shouted and directed loudly.

The entire kitchen began today's war.

"Has the sky spring water come?" Boya sat on the cooking table with Erlang's legs upright, watching the busy chefs quietly, like a king who rules the world.

An excellent gourmet cook, in addition to being able to prepare good dishes, also needs to have absolute dominance over the kitchen, just like the top general who rules the soldiers.

It can knead the scattered kitchen into a huge and terrifying cooking machine, turning all the chefs into precision parts on the machine that keep running.

"Already contacted the captain, the airship still needs ten minutes to be delivered." The previous chef became Boya's starter.

"Time is too late." Boya said slowly, and the busy Ye Na was a different style.

It is not her who is in charge today, but her closed disciple Ye Na. After all, the protagonist of today's dinner is Ivan.

This is the first appearance of their food partner.

Ye Na's gastronomic talent is undoubtedly the most outstanding character Boya has ever seen, and no one can compare with it.

Taste buds like gods only need one bite to clarify the taste, feel the taste of the ingredients in the mouth, and analyze the cooking and cooking process.

Just eating a bite is like opening up the perspective of God, watching every move of the chef who made this dish in the kitchen, and then starting his own imitation.

The first time is a re-engraving, and the second time is an optimization. Such a talent can no longer be described in human words.

In addition, Ye Na seems to be born specifically for cooking, and she is simply a god of cooking.

That’s right, Boya’s definition of Ye Na is a god, and only a god can have such unparalleled talent.

"Chef Ye Na, you can try the taste."

"The taste is ok, but a little bit of basil is added. When you were cooking just now, you made it ten seconds earlier, and the aroma was a little bit off."

"Chef Ye Na, the rock dolphins have arrived."

"Ok, I'll go over and cook immediately."

Rock dolphin is a species living in the lower reaches of the Zambian Continental Food Canal. It is a Class D gourmet creature. Its entire body is like a hard rock, and its maximum weight can reach five tons, just like a giant tank.

Where it lives, there are basically no natural enemies, similar to hippos in this world.

The rock-hard meat will gradually soften under high-temperature grilling, releasing a peculiar aroma, similar to mushrooms, but with a slight difference.

The taste is like fried chicken. It is crispy after a bite, and then the juice splashes out. It is tender and juicy. The fragrance of mushrooms and the aroma of pork burst together in the mouth.

At this time, the rock dolphins arrived at the Sky Arena. In order to ensure the best taste, they did not adopt the method of preservation and quick freezing, but took acupuncture points and transported them by air directly.

Among the original chefs in the Sky Arena, none of them were capable people, so naturally they couldn't handle this rockfish, and they had to wait for Ye Na to deal with it.

I saw a professional slaughter knife turned into Ye Na's hand, and the word slaughter was engraved on the handle of the knife.

The knife fell with the hand, and the cold light was fascinating, but in just a few minutes, the whole rock dolphin was broken up by Yena without consciousness, and the other chefs followed up with the rock dolphins. .

Unlike Boya's cold control of the overall situation, which is like playing a military chess, Ye Na's control of the kitchen is a little immature, but after a few days of tempering, her own style has begun to appear.

It is like a central chip that drives the operation of the entire machine. The chip determines the upper limit that the machine can reach.

"Innate aptitude is a kind of talent, but the talent that is more important than aptitude is hard work." Boya whispered while looking at the busy Ye Na.

The talent that many people ignore is hard work. It seems that everyone feels that they have this talent, but those who actually have it are one in a million.

All natural aptitudes need to work hard with the blessing of this talent to become stronger.

Efforts are as mediocre as salt, but if it is lacking, all the dishes will lose their flavor.

When she was an intern cooking chef, Boya was not the one with the strongest cooking talent, but she was the one who could persist the most.

After teaching Ye Na for more than half a year, she vaguely saw the shadow of herself when she was studying hard at the beginning. It should be said that she even exceeded it.

This is why Boya attaches great importance to Ye Na and is willing to give her many years of experience without reservation.

In fact, there are not many theoretical courses that chefs need to master, and more practice is to use their brains to create and dig out the deliciousness of ingredients.

Seeing Ye Na's busy appearance, Boya didn't feel much, but felt that the young eagle was standing on the edge of the cliff and began to wave his wings to welcome the sky that belonged to it.

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When the kitchen was busy, Ivan was still lying on the floor sleeping on the huge ring.

The sunset light shone, dyeing Ivan a golden red appearance.

Jed sat cross-legged, with a huge wine gourd that was as high as him, and the shadow was extremely long.

"Wow!"

The golden-yellow wine in the gourd was poured into the wine dish, and the wine suddenly overflowed with an intoxicating aroma.

"Just tell me if you have anything. Sitting next to me for so long, without saying a word, with a straight face, I'm very tired."

Ivan stood upright alone, and also sat cross-legged on the ground, but compared with Jed's upright body, he looked much lazy.

A few minutes ago, Ivan had already woke up, still thinking about laying in bed, but Jed could not sleep as he was still talking.

Jed turned his head to look at Ivan, opened his mouth and then squeezed into a line, seeming to be entangled in whether to speak.

The scene is quiet.

The wind blew and messed up Ivan's hair. The beauty of the setting sun made people want to look straight at it, but the light that could radiate made people squint.

The wine dish with a diameter of nearly one meter was lifted by Jed, lifted up, opened his mouth, raised his head, and finished in one go. The rich and fragrant wine poured down his throat.

After drinking, the wine saucer was placed on the ground by Jed, with a crisp sound.

"Can you bear the truth of this world?"

Jed's eyes were extremely domineering, staring straight at Ivan.