Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Nakiri Erina hurried back to the kitchen, and happened to meet Natsuki who was returning from the outside.

Xia Yu returned to the shop and took some materials and put them in a basket.

What caused Erina's curiosity was that Xia Yu held a basket in his right hand and a small bag of flour in his left hand.

The main ingredient of pastry is flour.

Flour is divided into low-gluten flour, medium-gluten flour and high-gluten flour. For the professionally trained Erina, as long as he knows what kind of flour Xia Yu uses, he can roughly guess what kind of cooking he wants to cook.

Low-gluten flour for making cakes, biscuits and tarts.

All-purpose flour is mostly used in the production of Chinese dim sum, such as steamed buns, steamed buns, dumplings and noodles.

High-gluten flour is suitable for pastry, such as puff pastry and puff pastry.

Nakiri Erina didn't speak, followed Xia Yu's buttocks and went to the kitchen, staring at him for an instant, watching him pour flour into a large bowl.

"All-purpose flour?"

The flour in the bowl was milky white. Erina immediately determined the type of flour. He couldn't help thinking: "Does he really want to make Chinese pastry..."

Quietly relieved.

Since it is a Chinese-style pastry, then returning to Xia Yu's old profession, there should be no major problems.

But Xia Yu just poured out the flour, did not add water to make the noodles, but turned to continue cooking the dishes ordered by the guests.

Time goes by little by little.

At nine o'clock in the evening, only 3 hours before the end of the review, Nagiri Erina finally lost her breath, grabbed Xia Yu during the gap and asked, "Haven't you conceived your own recipe?"

In fact, Xia Yu is "conceiving".

Seeing that he didn't answer, Erina pulled his arm, Xia Yu suddenly woke up like a sleepwalker.

"Hello!"

Xia Yu was helpless, and finally seized the time to practice his hand in the God of Cooking Space. Why did this little Nizi suddenly become annoying.He couldn't laugh or cry, pointed to his forehead, and said, "Ms. Erina, I'm thinking, can you not disturb me?"

'God's Tongue' immediately let go, his lips murmured, if I was sorry, Tsundere finally didn't say anything.

At this time, Kobayashi Gentiana trot from the storefront, with panic on his face.

"Lecturers Xia and Xia, the big thing is not good!"

This snack-loving, quirky second seat said in an anxious tone at this moment: "Yesterday the'Eating Devil' is here again!"

"Who?!"

Xia Yu, Erina and Ryoko Rina turned to stare at him.

Kobayashi said anxiously: "It's that Mas!"

hiss.

Erina couldn't help taking a breath.The original situation is far from good. If that guy comes to add chaos, the review will simply be judged as unqualified, and there is no need to struggle in vain.

The resentment towards Mas in the heart of'God Tongue' suddenly rose to the level of hatred.

"Did he come to smash the place?" Ryoko Lina also looked sullen.

"No, no!"

Kobayashi Gentiana waved his hand: "Isshiki has taken him to private room No. 1, and shares a private room with Minister Kambara and Governor Tamagawa."

"It turns out he came here to eat..."

A smiling voice was extremely abrupt in the tension.

Xia Yu was the easiest one.

"how?"

Seeing all three of them with incomprehensible expressions, Xia Yu shrugged, "Come here, there is no reason why you can't do the business delivered to the door. Gentian, you go to check out, and say I will make a special for him. Private customized paella."

"Is it just one serving? And... it's paella again?"

In a daze, Xia Yu turned around to prepare ingredients.

"How much is it?" asked Kobayashi Gentiana.

"Let him give it as he wants."

Xia Yu said casually.

It took another hour to cook a paella while processing the orders of other guests.

"Erina, you bring the paella by yourself." Xia Yu turned around, glanced at the tin foil bag on the charcoal stove, and put a freshly fried Qingjiang dish on the plate, finally relieved.

It is ten o'clock in the evening.

The peak dining period has passed, and the guests who are not in line must have left long ago.

Xia Yu doesn't need to go online, knowing that there must be scolding on the Internet, and the food media may be the trend leader in order to keep up the popularity.

In a word, the amount of praise received must be able to withstand the amount of slander.

It's really not good to serve Xia's branch.

In terms of environment, it is only above the standard line, far from being excellent.

But sticking to the "food" is enough for Xia Yu.

What, restaurant rating?

Xia Yu hasn't considered any rating for a long time. The rating of our store is stopped at two stars. The new branch is simply zero-star, but this prevents giants such as Mas, Dojima Gin, and Masato Kamahara from praising the food. ?

When he reaches the special level and has a neon reputation, there is no need for any restaurant rating. Our store, branch and even the future shopping street will still be full of guests.

This is the fame effect!

Without taking off his apron, Xia Yu finally faced the kitchen counter where the flour was placed, and took a deep breath, planning to spend another hour communicating with the God of Cooking Space and practicing his hands.

Really rub the noodles from 11 to 12 in the middle of the night.

However, before this, some preparatory work has to be carried out, otherwise time is not enough.

Make the soup!

Take the pork thigh bones and chicken skeleton, wash them carefully after overheating, and put them into a large pot and turn on the fire.

At the same time, Xia Yu brought a large and a small white linen bag.

A small burlap bag is filled with spices, pepper, grass fruit, cinnamon, pepper, meat pi, dried ginger skin, cumin, etc.

Xia Yu did not strictly follow the recipe for the specific dosage and proportion of spices, but used the [Spice Inequality] to quietly optimize the calculation, but strive for the original flavor.In short, it depends on your own practical experience to figure out the details.

The big burlap bags are filled with cabbage leaves, shallots, onions, carrots, corn, garlic, etc. These are of course processed, cut into sections or pieces, and boiled in a hot pot.

At this point, the recipes in Xia Yu's mind had diverged.

One kind of noodles needs an original soup, the other needs a strong seafood flavor.

So, Xia Yu didn't plan to add anything to it. First boil the soup, and then proceed to the subsequent steps separately.

...

boom!

Opened the translucent paper sliding door of the box, Nagaki Erina held the tray with a bag of hot paella on the plate.

Mas, Masato Kamahara and Yuriko Tamagawa were chatting.

The mayor of Tokyo is a middle-aged woman, about the same age as Masato Kanbara, she has a skillful appearance and her charm still exists.

"Erina!"

Yuriko Tamagawa beckoned to the "God Tongue".

"Aunt Yuchuan."

Nageri Erina sat cross-legged respectfully.

Mas took the tin foil bag, uncovered the sealed tape, and curiously said:

"It's paella again. Is there any difference between today's paella and yesterday's?"

When the words fell, the mouth of the bag was released.

The breath of alternating hot and cold is still gushing out.

Ma Si's complexion changed slightly, and his relaxed and curious expression at first disappeared, turning into a deep dignity.

He didn't drop the spoon right away, but was drunk, and carefully sucked in a smell.

However, just such a small smell made his pupils dizzy.

"It's different!"

As if dreaming, Mars didn't know what he was muttering.