Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

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A group of people were disappointed, and Xia Yu didn't say much, so he moved a few small dishes with his left hand, neatly placed them on the kitchen counter, and prepared the sauce with great interest. The wind was light and the clouds were calm, and there was no nervousness in the state of eating halberd. color.

"Then try mine first!"

Hase Ichiro walked back to his kitchen counter and stood behind the pan.

The ingredients he prepares are mainly fruits and vegetables, and tempura is not a heavy-tasting dish. He pays attention to the ingredients, keeping the original flavor of the ingredients, and the seasoning and dipping sauce is simple. A plate is filled with delicate sea salt. A dish is filled with grated radish, of course, there is also lemon juice, which is mostly served with slightly greasy ingredients such as conger eel. Hase puts this kind of dipping on the stage, which means it is unclear.

The crowd turned to surround his kitchen counter.

On Xia Yu's side, only Maki Morita and Erina Nagiri were left.

"What do you eat?"

Hase asks Yuuhime Yoshino and Gentian Kobayashi who are crowded in front.

In front of him, there were two pots of oil. It is worth noting that Hase put the small basin filled with white slurry in a convenient position.This is the key top coat of tempura.

"I want this, this... well, there is no meat!" Yoshino Yuuhime looked hungry, covering her belly, very distressed.

Kobayashi's gentian pointed his eyes and noticed the sac-like things among the ingredients. He immediately pointed to it and said, "Give me two white tempuras first!"

"Ah, there is Baizi?"

Yoshino Yuuhime looked surprised.

The so-called Baizi means Yubai, as the saying goes is the testis of fish.

Shirako is a high-class ingredient in Japanese food, such as grilled fish white, such as Shirako sushi, such as Shirako tempura, etc. There are too many ways to eat, mainly fish and cod. Don't think it is disgusting, it actually tastes It is very, very tender and very smooth, but a slight fishy smell is inevitable. This is the inherent original taste of the ingredients.

"I want Baizi tempura too!"

"I also want……"

Xingping Chuangzhen struggled to squeeze forward, ignoring the other people's glaring.

Marui Zenji was originally in the front, but with his typical otaku physique, he was accidentally squeezed to the outermost periphery by the crowd. He could only look up to the sky and cried out in grief, "You guys tell me some qualities..."

But no one paid attention to him.

Mas and Elizabeth are also the people who grab food.

Hase Ichiro calmly used silver-bright steel chopsticks to pick up the ball-shaped fish testis, brushed a layer of white slurry just right, and then stretched out his chopsticks to immerse the fish white in the boiling oil pan.

A caring person counted the time silently, about 23 seconds. When Hase Ichiro lifted the chopsticks, the fish white was covered by a light golden fried coat. At the same time, the rich umami taste deeply intoxicated a group of diners in front of the kitchen counter.

The efficiency is surprisingly high, but it gives people the feeling that it is not fast, and there is no smell of rushing.

This is Hase Ichiro's experience as a first-line chef.

He received guests at the'Changgu Wine Shop', and the battle was far more terrible than now.

On the plate, there is a white pad of paper, and a few white tempuras just out of the pot are steaming.

But there was no trace of oil stains on the paper.

From this detail, you can know the cooking skills of Hase Ichiro.

When cooking tempura, a wise Japanese chef requires the oil to be filtered clean. The tempura in ordinary restaurants must have countless oil stains printed on the pad paper, but in the private kitchen of the special chef, it is never There will be such a situation, otherwise it is equivalent to failure.

"No wonder it goes with lemon juice!"

Kobayashi Gentiana swallowed his saliva and couldn't wait to pick up a ball of white tempura with his chopsticks, dip it in some dipping sauce, and bite it down!

Well!

The thin and brittle coat shattered when the teeth were pressed down.

Excellent taste, powdery, crunchy, but without the greasy feeling of fried food.

Immediately afterwards, there was the turbulent umami taste like the opening of Pandora's Box!

A piece of fish falls into the mouth cavity, no need to chew, the mouth melts, the light citric acid is very good to bring out the umami taste, and the wake-up carried by the ingredients themselves are all covered.

Another bite.

Two mouthfuls ate the Shirako tempura clean, Kobayashi's gentian eyes glowed green, his appetite was completely awakened, and the chopsticks were used to clamp the second one.

"It's delicious! This taste... my goodness!"

Yoshino Yuuhime's white neck was long and straight, her cheeks glowed with intense red tide, her left hand was tightly covering her steaming cheek, her eyes were full of intoxicating little stars, "Different taste! Real, top-notch! Tempura!"

"Yes!"

Xinghei Shuangzhen also ate a white tempura and exclaimed, "The ingredients, the dough, and the time to fry! It seems that every place is perfect. Is this premium tempura?"

There was a riot.

Others also tasted Hase Ichiro's tempura.

Ten minutes later, a basket full of ingredients prepared by Hase Ichiro was wiped out.

The kitchen turned from riot to quiet.

After a while, Elizabeth opened her eyes, condensed the enjoyment in the azure blue pupils, and said hesitantly: "...It seems, I said it seems, something is so close!"

"Yes, it's flawed!"

Shinji Takei put down his chopsticks and stared at Ichiro Hase, "Your cooking is definitely not like this!"

Mas's eyes were locked on the red wine that had been cooking quietly before.

"The secret, right here--" Maas pointed to the wine in the pot.

"Please taste!"

Ichiro Hase placed a dozen ceramic and classical wine glasses on the kitchen counter. The cups were very shallow and could not hold much wine, but if it were a Western-style goblet, this pot of red wine would definitely not be enough.

The previous apple slices and lemon slices have been filtered out, and the bay leaves and cinnamon sticks have also been taken out.

Anyway, there is only red wine in the glass.

Oh, no, the red wine has actually changed color, from the dark red at the beginning to the clear orange red, just like the sunset glow.

If you use a glass, the wine color should be more beautiful.

Kobayashi Gentiana and Yoshino Yuuhime, these two foodies almost at the same time, grabbed a glass of mulled wine.

"Guru~"

With a small sip, the faces of both of them were filled with joy.

"Delicious!"

Swallow it.

The heat flowed down the mouth and spread all over the body. Kobayashi Gentiana and Yoshino Yuuhime clamped their limbs and their cheeks were red.

"It's a strange taste! There is the dryness of red wine, but there is also sweetness and faint sourness!" Xiaolin Gentian murmured, her golden eyes looked like a window.

Outside the window is a colorful garden.

A fruit tree is full of white delicate and beautiful flowers like roses, and the branches are hanging down with full fruits.

It's an apple tree.

However, the apple is not a very recognizable color, but it is snow-white, with a smooth and delicate skin, shining a dazzling light.

She saw a hermit who planted fruit trees.

The hermit’s hut was not far away. He came and carried his hoe, day after day, year after year. Finally, the first ripe apple fell, and the hermit picked up the fruit under the tree and smiled. .

Unspeakable emotions are brewing in my heart.

"The word'hidden'?"

Kobayashi murmured.

This "hidden" is not the invisibility of Si Yingshi's serving the heart of the chef, but a freehand drawing, light, abstract but real.

"Curious..."

The others tasted mulled wine one after another, and the kitchen became quieter.

"Platinum Apple!"

For a long time, Ma Si said slowly.