Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

"what!"

Xingping Chuangzhen witnessed Xia Yu looking for ingredients and putting them into the pot, and finally realized a certain problem.

"He's making my transformation bibimbap?"

Xingping Chuang was really stunned.

"wrong……"

But then, Xingping Chuangzhen shook his head.

The Nakiri Senzaemon next to him slowly said, "Watch carefully, what he added to the soup is sliced ​​ginger, green onion, bay leaf, pepper...eh? There are other ingredients."

"This is the material combination of Chinese broth." Nito Hisako whispered.She is good at Chinese medicated diet and can be said to be very sensitive to the combination of materials.

"Chinese broth!"

Xinghei Shuangzhen immediately stunned, "No wonder I didn't see the bonito flakes. If it is Japanese-style broth without the bonito flakes, this dish is equivalent to a failure."

"Japanese-style broth is boiled with bonito flakes, ginger, sugar, cooking wine, and light soy sauce over high heat, and the fire can cease in about an hour." Xingping Chuangzhen touched his chin, looking for differences in the method, "And, I am using The ingredients were put in after the water boiled hot, but he simmered it in cold water."

In Xia Yu's view, there are two key points in turning into bibimbap.

The first one is naturally chicken wing jelly.

The original version was Japanese-style broth aspic, but Xia Yu is now making Chinese-style broth aspic.

The second one is rice.

The original version used a casserole to cook rice, as did Xia Yu.

However, his casserole rice is mixed with some skills of Cantonese claypot rice, which is a cooking skill that Xingping Chuangzhen does not possess.

After washing the rice, he first brushed a thin layer of oil on the bottom and rim of the pot, and then dropped a few drops of oil into the casserole, then put the rice and water in.

"what……"

Seeing Xia Yu turned around to bring in a charcoal stove, skillfully making carbon to light a fire, everyone was shocked.

"He wants to cook rice with charcoal fire?" Xingping Chuang was really shocked, "Isn't it better to control the heat with a strong stove? The temperature of the charcoal fire is uneven, and it is easy to cook the rice..."

Nagiri Senzaemon was silent, watching Xia Yu brought a hand-cranked blower, half squatted on the ground, blowing the charcoal in the red stove.

"too early!"

Xingping Chuang was really puzzled: "Even if the broth is boiled over high heat, it will take at least half an hour to have enough flavor to make aspic. It's too early to start cooking now!"

No one answered him.

"Master Erina..." Nito Hisako looked worriedly at the pensive Erina Nakiri, opened her mouth, but did not dare to disturb her.

The eyebrows of the'Tongue of God' were squeezed into a ball, and he was obviously using his brain to think about his own recipe.

She glanced at the calmly busy figure in front of the kitchen counter, and her mood became even more irritable.

"Why is this problem!"

"For simple eggs, I have many classic Western recipes, but I have to mix it with rice... Is it to make omelet rice? However, I haven't done enough research on Japanese omelet rice!" Naginaki Erina began to bite her thumb again Up.

Morita Maki may be the quietest among the crowd.

From the time Xia Yu was busy, her gaze followed Xia Yu's movement, wherever Xia Yu went, her gaze went wherever Xia Yu went, and her quiet pupils were full of Xia Yu's shadow.

Unconsciously, forty minutes passed.

The casserole rice cooked over a slow fire was put on the kitchen counter by Xia Yu, and there was a belching sound.

Pick up the ingredients in the cooking pot, especially the cooked chicken wings, use a deboning knife to carefully peel off the meat, discard the bones, and pile the chicken wings on the counter, and chop them into puree with a knife. Mix it into the freshly cooked broth.

Boil it over high heat without a lid. There is not much stock left in the pot. It looks like a half-transparent lunch box. Sprinkle the minced chicken wings. Close the lid. Throw the lunch box into the sink filled with ice to cool down. After the soup temperature reaches normal room temperature, put it in a professional freezer.

Twenty minutes later, take out the transparent lunch box, and the thick soup has become a semi-solidified paste.

Upside down lunch box.

Gulu, a whole piece of meat jelly fell on the chopping board, Xia Yu took a sharp and slender kitchen knife, banging bang bang, silver light flashing, like diced meat cut by a machine, spread out neatly.

The next step is scrambled eggs. In order to make the scrambled eggs soft, a little water starch can be mixed into the eggs.

Heat the pan with hot oil, while holding the wooden shovel spoon, pour the egg liquid in a circular motion, open the bow from left to right, and the wooden shovel in the right hand can not stop, quickly scramble the eggs.

"Finish!"

Finally, uncover the lid of the casserole, sprinkle the mixed scrambled eggs and diced aspic on the surface of the rice, and sprinkle some chopped green onions on it as a decoration. A delicious dish is complete.

Xia Yu presented her work and glanced at Erina Nagiri.

Her cooking seems to be almost finished.

The "God's Tongue" had been thinking about it for at least half an hour before it started. Xia Yu was curious about what kind of work she would present.

But in any case, he will not lose!

"Please taste—"

boom.

The casserole with a layer of cushions underneath, placed on the table top, the rich scent attacked the taste, even the "Devil of Eater" Nakiri Senzaemon was caught by the scent, and stared at the casserole for a moment.

"Let's eat it first."

Seeing that Xingping Chuang really opened his mouth, he had something to say, but Xia Yu stuffed him with a pair of chopsticks and blinked, "This is my'transformed bibimbap', look at the difference."

"I want to eat too—" Morita Maki leaned over.

"Here, chopsticks."

"I, I..." Xinhu Feisha suddenly stuttered, and Xia Yu continued to stuff her a pair of chopsticks.

As for Naginari Senzaemon, he has picked up the chopsticks on the wooden tray chopstick rest, picked up a ball of rice mixed with scrambled eggs and aspic, and sent it to his mouth to chew.

hard!

The rice comes in grains, but it's not hard as it is not cooked.

Freshly imported, the softness of scrambled eggs and diced aspic alleviates the taste very well.

As he chewed, Nakiri Senzaemon's expression became brilliant.

"Good fragrant rice..."

The temperature of the mouth melts the meat, and the chicken wing soup is mixed between the rice. The more you chew, the more aftertaste is, the lips and teeth are full of fragrant.

Xingping Chuangzhen also tasted the food, as if he was struck by lightning, and his shoulders shook. "This kind of fire control... incredible!"

His eyes were shocked.

The charcoal-fired rice in this pot is evenly heated, and the grains are cooked just right. There is no stickiness in the pot, and no crispy rice.

What makes Xingping Chuang’s true heart difficult to calm down is that every grain of rice in this pot of rice seems to become an independent dish, and it contains an unquenchable...flame!

It's the flame!

Can't help but take another bite of rice.

The teeth were bitten down and ground, except for the strong aroma of aspic and the egg itself, the rice buzzed and released a burst of heat, like a fireball blooming, impacting the mouth.Xingping Chuangzhen was shocked!

At this moment, Xingping Chuangzhen suddenly realized that flame can also be a taste!

He faintly understood why Xia Yu used charcoal to cook rice.

The flame of the kitchen stove is very stable, but unfortunately there is no space for the chef to operate, but the charcoal fire is different.Xingping Chuang Gulu swallowed the food, the flame seemed to ignite his body, and he closed his eyes with enjoyment.

Near him.

The commander-in-chief Totsuki, Nakiri Senzaemon, was in a state of bursting clothes, with a strong upper body with bronzed skin, as if he was steaming in a sauna, and misted.

And Maki Morita and Hisago Nito, their faces flushed, were in a state of intoxication with their eyes closed.