Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

"The taste is indeed different."

After drinking the hot tea that I just brewed, the taste really improved, not just a little bit.

Grunt.

Drinking tea on an empty stomach is not good for your health. Xia Yu touched her stomach and sips a few sips of tea. After tasting it carefully, she reluctantly put down the tea cup.

His eyes are piercing.

The tea ceremony is the way to appreciate the beauty of tea.

This is an art of life, life etiquette, and a way of self-cultivation.

The earliest and perfect tea ceremony is the Sencha tea ceremony created by Lu Yu in the Tang Dynasty.

In the past, Xia Yu felt that the tea ceremony set was a fake, and the complicated rituals were just for viewing. In the past two years, after the old man’s words and deeds, his concept has changed.

Strict tea art is the same as cooking.

Ordinary people can cook stir-fried dishes and make tea, but compared to professionalism, the cooking and tea art are much more casual.

Any skill upgrade to a professional level must be serious, rigorous, and meticulous.

Just now Xia Yu digested the extra knowledge of tea ceremony in his mind, just like a tea doctor who has been trained in tea ceremony for many years. After tasting the tea he made, he secretly gave a thumbs up.

You have material!

This thousand points of fame is worth it!

After a few sips of hot tea, my head, which was still a little sleepy, suddenly became sober.

"Tea should be paired with snacks..."

Xia Yu smashed her mouth and was hungry. She scooped up water and planned to make breakfast by herself. Incidentally, he also counted the share of Anya and Mu Xiaoyue.

Boom!Boom!

Someone behind is knocking on the kitchen door.

"What are you doing?" Xia Yu was busy at the kitchen counter with his back to the door, and he didn't answer in a good mood.

"..."

Strange silence.

I thought it was a female man, Mu Xiaoyue, but didn't hear the answer. Xia Yu poured the boiling water into the copper basin filled with flour, glanced back, and was startled.

At the door, it was not Anya or Mu Xiaoyue, but a slim girl.

Morita Maki seems to have dressed up specially today, with a white shirt on the upper body, a black skirt underneath, a pair of brown uniform shoes on his feet, and black cotton socks covering his calf.Full of youthful breath.

She obviously understands the advantages of her temperament. Perhaps it is because she helped take care of the pastry shop at home since she was a child. Maki Morita is far more mature than her peers. The long-sleeved white shirt not only reflects her well-developed girl curve, but also puts this Maturity and gentleness are highlighted.If the lower body is not a short skirt, but a lady's suit and trousers, she is a beautiful working woman.

Xia Yu's eyes lit up, and she whistled in her heart.

I have to say that Morita Maki's dress suits his taste very well.

"Why don't you squeak when you come?" Xia Yu said amusedly while kneading the dough.

"squeak--"

"You squeak wool!"

Xia Yu felt that the egg hurts, so she stopped, and pointed to the half-formed dough in the copper basin, "I will leave it to you, pastry master."

"no problem!"

Today, Maki Morita became playful. She was obviously familiar with the kitchen of the restaurant. She rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt, washed her white and slender hands carefully, and stood beside Xia Yu.

Experts know if there is any.

Seeing Morita Maki's kneading skills, Xia Yu nodded secretly.

The basic skills are very good. Although modern pastries have many machines instead of handwork, as a chef, you should not rely too much on machines. The basic skills you should practice still need to be accumulated through practice.

Maki Morita, as she said, has never given up her cooking skills. Over the years, she has been accumulating, improving, and waiting for transformation.

"It seems that she is best at rb's traditional snacks." Xia Yu thought with her chin supported.

Morita's pastry shop is also considered a time-honored brand, not to mention the craftsmanship of the owner, Uncle Morita. According to physical memory, Morita Maki's taiyaki, sakura cake, dorayaki, mochi and dumplings are very good.

She can probably be described with ingenuity.

However, pastry is only a specialization. Maki Morita once participated in the school selection of Totsuki Middle School, and his expertise is definitely not only snacks.

When Maki Morita was kneading the noodles, Xia Yu took out a piece of fresh pork from the freezer, grabbed a kitchen knife, chopped it into pieces and chopped it until it became puree.

The next step is to marinate the meat, add salt, soy sauce and sesame oil and stir well.

In this, you can put green onion and ginger soaked in water and stir together, or you can chop the ginger and green onion and mix in and stir. Xia Yu takes the two to mix, add ginger and green onion water, and stir with a little chopped green onion.

Morita Maki had already kneaded the dough and stepped aside, staring at him with shining eyes, "Are you making Xiaolongbao?"

"Correct!"

Xia Yu undertook the following tasks, cutting noodles, rolling the noodles, and filling them with dough, but after a short while, the three-layer steamer on the kitchen counter was filled with Xiaolongbao.

Put the steamer on the steamer on the stove and light it.

"Om"

The faint blue flame bloomed.Xia Yu washed her hands coolly before staring at the girl waiting next to her.

"Remember what I said last night?"

"You really want to help me?"

Morita Maki opened his mouth slightly and said hesitantly, "However, the assessment of transfer students from the Yuanyue High School is much more difficult than the selection of the middle school. I am afraid that only one or two of the 100 candidates will pass."

The students of Yuanyue Higher Education Department are basically directly promoted from the middle school. Before graduation, these middle school students have been screened. Even the internal direct entrance examination is not necessarily easy.

It takes time to steam the steamed dumplings. Faced with the girl's question, Xia Yu didn't answer, but turned around and took out a box of fresh eggs covered with plastic wrap from the place where the ingredients were stored.

"Use eggs for cooking, no matter what dim sum, so long as I am satisfied."

Throwing a box of eggs into the girl's hand, Xia Yu said.

"Eggs... cooking?"

Morita Maki tilted her head and pointed her finger on her ruddy lower lip, not understanding Xia Yu's meaning for a while.

Do egg dishes, get his approval?

and then?

The girl didn't know that Xia Yu actually asked her to prepare for the transfer student exam in advance, in other words, it was the rehearsal and warm-up for the exam.

Looking at Xia Yu's calm eyes, Maki Morita nodded after a little thought, "Yes, Ayu."

"Although I don’t know what you think for the time being, if you say you want to help me, you must be helping me. By the way, since the last time you were selected for the Yuanyue Selection, you have not tasted my craft for two years. Let you see my progress! If I said I didn't give up, I didn't give up!"

Maki Morita suddenly became serious.

Xia Yu silently retreated to the door of the kitchen, staring quietly at Maki Morita, who bowed her head and thought, very curious in her heart. What kind of dishes would she make with eggs?

Whether it is Western, Japanese or Chinese, eggs are the most basic ingredient.

pastry?

This possibility is the highest, after all, it is a specialization, and eggs can make many delicious snacks.

If we proceed according to the normal plot, at the end of March, at the entrance examination room of the Totsuki High School, Erina Nagiri will hold an egg and scare away all the candidates except for Koping Suzaki.

He hopes to help Maki Morita appear in that examination room and pass the examination successfully.

This is also another way of compensation, which can also be said to be paying off debts for the predecessor.

Force majeure ended that relationship, and dried a good sister paper for so long, Xia Yu wondered if she could not have a clear conscience.

Besides, wouldn't it be fun to let Morita Maki go to Tomotsu in his place?

Xia Yu began to think about it.