I, Yan Ye, want to marry Shichen’s daughter

"Ah, can you hear it so clearly?" Luo Tianyi blushed when he heard the words, and immediately changed the subject, "It seems that your harvest should not be small. Let me taste it if I pass the customs. You can claim that the Huajian School is authentic... Uh, no, it should be said that you will be the head of the Huajian School in the future..."

"Wait a minute, you let me stroke first... You gave me a steamed bun, and then let me stir-fry. Wouldn't you tell me that this steamed bun is the inheritance of Huajian Pie?" Yan Ye had guessed it in her heart. Quite a lot, but in fact, he now has no sense of inheritance at all. What he was like before is still what he is now. Although he has experienced hallucinations just now, isn't it normal for the world to experience hallucinations when eating?

"You can try to fry a dish first. You can't use the kind of fantasy ingredients. We will talk about other things after passing the test. If your understanding is not enough, I will say it in vain now." Luo Tianyi's hands on his hips, a face of my site With my tough attitude, Yan Ye knew that there was no discussion about the matter when he saw it, so he picked up the warm soup and ate it with the soup.

But this time, let alone the mysterious and mysterious feeling, even the soup dumpling itself has become ordinary, ordinary chicken broth and meat jelly soup, ordinary crab oil filling, ordinary noodles, nothing at all. It came from a chef from the Central Plains, but in line with the creed of not wasting food, he still ate the whole soup bag bite by bite.

"Alright! I'm still going to fry while I feel like it!" Luo Tianyi watched Yan Ye eat the bag and urged dissatisfiedly, which made Yan Ye a little puzzled.

"Why do I think you are more anxious than me?"

"Nonsense! Do you know how difficult it is to wait for a qualified one these years? I have met two since I inherited this position, and one is a female! The most annoying thing is that I haven't seen it at the beginning! Ah right! I forgot to ask, you are indeed a man, right?" Luo Tianyi said as he said, he turned his head and gave Yan and a glance. Yan He heard Yan, but her face was flushed-she looks like a boy but not Her fault!

"Don't worry, I'm a man..." Yan Ye sighed. It seems that the guardian of the Huajian faction is not an unfettered and easy job. Although I don't know what the restrictions are, I still press Luo. Tianyi said, let's make the dish first.

"Is there any food in the refrigerator?" Yan Ye walked to the side of the refrigerator on his own. As he said before, there were no ordinary ingredients in his bag.

"You can use it for yourself, anyway, we will go out to buy groceries anyway..." Luo Tianyi said casually, and Yan Ye opened the refrigerator, only to find that it was time to buy groceries...

"Forget it, let's have a portion of egg fried rice..."

Yan Ye said that, he took out from the refrigerator probably the leftover rice from last night. Although the egg fried rice should be made with freshly steamed hard rice, it does not matter what you said before trying to fry anything. I had dinner overnight, anyway, the quality of the refrigerator in Luo Tianyi's house is not bad, so I don't want to eat up my stomach overnight.

Open the eggs with one hand, add salt and beat well, heat the pan with cool oil, first the eggs and then the rice.

Egg fried rice seems simple, but as a dish that has to be pulled out and fried in almost every gourmet article, it naturally has its own uniqueness.

Egg fried rice can be traced back to the egg of the Han Dynasty, but considering the "fried" cooking style, I am afraid that it is really mature when the Song Dynasty metallurgical technology can produce a lighter pot.

Although there is a saying that there were primitive fried rice in which fishermen cooked leftovers in the Spring and Autumn Period, but this is very ridiculous. Although there are records of scrambled eggs in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, people use iron pots!Let alone the Spring and Autumn Period, ironware was not affordable for civilians during the Southern and Northern Dynasties. At that time, an egg-laying chicken was not the same concept as modern times, and vegetable oil was not available until the end of the Han Dynasty. It is equivalent to the feeling that you feel that the leftover rice is too wasteful to throw away, so you spend money to buy abalone, ginseng and wing belly and fry it together...

However, regardless of history, this egg fried rice, as the dish that can most test a chef's frying skills, can still show the most basic technical qualities of a chef.

Yan Ye waved the frying ladle, and his days in Shaolin Temple allowed him to turn the frying pan easily like juggling.

The slowly solidified egg liquid and the scattered cold rice began to mix with the rapid stir-frying, and they continued to flutter and fall into the pot.

Yan Ye didn't feel the difference between his cooking and the past. It was not until the egg fried rice was put on the plate that he realized that this plate of fried rice was one-third faster than usual!

ps1: The power of existence is the proof of existence. Simply put, it is an individual’s imprint on the world. Yan Ye’s free method can take apart a person’s skills. That’s because the person has experienced these things, and Yan Ye just takes this The segment experience is transformed into a readable state, which is simply a transcoder, and there is no martial arts cheats, cooking techniques, etc. in this bun, so the power of existence can only see the bun. the process of.

ps2: Said that the mother who turned into Sakiya looked down on my brain too much, right?It is said that you definitely can't guess, how could it be such an easy answer?Of course, the connection with Gensokyo is true, so it is estimated that the mystery will not be solved until after the Battle of the Holy Grail is over, so just guess it, if you guess I lose.By the way, spoilers are not allowed in the cat guest author group.

Chapter 304 Huajian School

It's a third faster, which is not a small number.

Cooking is similar to track and field in a sense. It is easy to improve at the first contact, but after reaching a bottleneck, even if it is a mere tenth of a second, it is a qualitative leap.

The difference is that the limits of track and field events depend on the person, while the cooking skills depend on physics.

After all, there are limits to the degree of heating of food and the conduction of heat.

It's not that you can be fast enough if the temperature is high enough-it will only burn the dishes.

Although techniques such as internal force and cooking skills can push this limit higher, there is still a limit. At this time, Yan Ye, after experiencing the special training of the Abi hell-level devil of the eighteen bronzes of Shaolin Temple, unexpectedly increased. By a third?

This is not something that can become faster with strong strength!

After all, your strength is so powerful that it destroys the earth, and it is impossible to increase or decrease the specific heat capacity of water.

In the original work, Komatsu himself will not exceed one hundred capture levels at the end, but the speed and technique of other people's cooking is not much higher than that of thousands of levels.

But when it comes to Komatsu, Yan Ye also understands a little - he probably simplified the cooking steps unconsciously?

Is this the inheritance of the Huajian School?

Yan Ye frowned, feeling a bit different from what she had imagined.

"Forget it, let's eat first." Yan Ye thought so, divided the fried rice into three parts, and handed it to Luo Tianyi and Yanhe, but I don't know why, Yanhe looked a little wary of the fried rice, but Luo Tian instead. Yi, took the fried rice directly, and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm—" A long-dragging *** came out of Luo Tianyi's nose, with a long aftertaste, with a trace of artist-specific rhythm, and the reverberations lingered around the beam, unforgettable.

Is it such an exaggeration?

Yan Ye raised his eyebrows, scooped up a spoonful of extraordinary, and looked at it before his eyes.

It is not golden fried rice, but the most common egg fried rice, with five grains of rice and one egg flower. The uniformity is perfect.

But this did not surprise Yan Ye. She was already able to cook such fried rice when she graduated from Shaolin Temple. Now, it seems that the subconscious simplification did not affect her sense of rhythm.

See how it tastes.

The entrance of the rice grains, the egg flowers are soft and tender, the rice grains are q springy, with green onions and just the right salinity. On the contrary, the rice grains have a hint of sweetness (salt can increase the sweetness, not the author's nonsense), but it is not a bit greasy. It's fried rice, but it's more like a snack.

With the enjoyment between lips and teeth, and a trace of lingering.

"Dog food fried rice..." Yan Ye thought of such a word inexplicably, her face was a little dark, how did she make a bowl of dog food?

"Huh, you are qualified!" Luo Tianyi put down the bowl and spoon with satisfaction, with a trace of satisfaction on his face

"Finally liberated!"

"How come I'm qualified, I'm still dizzy!" Yan Ye rubbed his head. He was not a fool. He knew that the bun had improved his cooking skills before, but for the inheritance of the so-called Huajian School, He still didn't understand what was going on.

According to the abbot’s statement and his own memory, the Huajian School should be inherited from the Chu, Wu, and Miscellaneous family. Naturally, there is no need to say more about the Chuwu and Wu family. As for Miscellaneous... of course, it is the Huajian School’s piano, chess, calligraphy and the like. Although Yan Ye doesn't care about these things, but if you don't have it, you don't have it.

He didn't suddenly learn any martial arts, he didn't have a few more cooking skills, and he didn't suddenly show up a few basic skills.

This can be considered as inherited?

"Well..." Luo Tianyi waved his hand, then pointed to the sofa, motioned Yan Ye to sit down, and then in a business tone, he said that it was obviously someone else taught her lines

"The inheritance of the Huajian School is not written, but a feeling. To put it simply, it is something similar to inspiration. Anyone who can integrate this inspiration into what they have learned is even a descendant of the Huajian School. In fact, there have been many dynasties in the history of the Huajian School. Every time it re-emerges, there is nothing in common except for this essence. The Han Dynasty Huajian is good at calligraphy, the Sui Huajian is good at craftsmanship, and the Tang Huajian is good at poetry. Song Chuanhuajian’s good rhythms and cultivation techniques have their own merits. Not to mention that you have the same line of serious inheritance, even if it is the line of my protector, the inheritance is not the same. What my master does is preaching. What the master cooks is preaching fish, and my master’s master’s master cooks preaching shrimp. In short, we are in the same line as the venerable. As long as we can imprint that feeling in a dish, it’s qualified. This is because of the Huajian School. This kind of feeling comes from men. Most women can only remember that feeling, but they can’t really make delicious dishes. You have eaten the buns I made. I don’t need to say more about the taste. In fact, it’s a thousand years. The woman who came to comprehend the cooking skills from the dishes of the Venerable Protector is just one person...but then again, you are really a woman, right?"

"I stripped naked and showed it to you, what else do you suspect?" Yan He stared at Luo Tianyi a little broken, not knowing how many times he shouted, "I shouldn't have eaten your buns back then! "

It's not her fault that she looks neutral. When she met Luo Tianyi that year, she was only thirteen years old. Isn't it normal to have no development?Besides, if you didn't say anything, you jumped out and asked me to eat buns, and didn't ask if I was a man or a woman!You didn't even tell me that there is a strange heritage in that bun, okay?

In fact, Yanhe is now extremely suspicious that she hasn't developed at all in the past two years, and it is because of the bite of buns that she had eaten back then!

"We'll talk about it later (I'm really a woman! By Yanhe). The question now is, what should I do with my way of eating? The abbot said that you have a complete secret technique that can be reconciled. The chaotic way of eating? As a result, you can't tell me the words, do you want me to create a secret method within half a month without words? My own cooking mind is still rudimentary, okay?"

"Ah, you said that, it's okay. After blending into that feeling, things like peach blossoms, feelings, etc., will not conflict." Luo Tianyi pouted naturally, but he felt Slandering in the belly-"It's the end of the 20th century, and you can still stray into the chaotic peach blossoms. You must stay away from him!"

"So?" Yan Ye raised his eyebrows, always feeling a little unreliable. Luo Tianyi just shook his head and pointed out.

"You cook a few more dishes for yourself these days, and then you understand. Okay, the inheritance is passed down. Exchange the contact information and go back. If you die, remember to call me. I'll look for it. It’s passed down from generation to generation, but it’s better to accept a few apprentices..."