Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

"Can he control it?"

Masato Kamahara's slightly low voice echoed in the hall that suddenly became quiet.

control!

Even if you are not a professional chef, you know the inner meaning and difficulty of the word "control".

In theory, the temperature of boiling water after 100 degrees Celsius will continue to rise during cooking, and at the same time, as the water temperature rises, the faster the boiling water vaporizes!

The key lies in the balance of heat and water!

This is a pot of porridge. If the water is boiled dry, wouldn't it be a scorched pot and a complete failure?

"Why don't you use it!"

"Yes, there are about 3 hours left, if you cook the porridge gently, there is no time!"

"This this……"

After the silence, it was a long-lasting disturbance that could not be calmed down.

Not only a group of chefs in the guest table frowned and discussed, but Yuanyue’s students and teachers also talked about it. Judging from the whispers that filled the hall, most of the words were incomprehensible, and some chefs even suspected that Xia Yu was abandoning himself.

Destroy yourself?

This argument actually made many people agree.

After all, when time permits, to press 18 kilograms of "Elysium Rice" at one time, this gamble, in the eyes of the audience, undoubtedly contains a strong willful meaning.

Obviously it can be more secure and there are more ways to deal with it. Why should the sword go slanting forward and have to bet?

Even if the relatives and friends of Isshiki Hui, Kobayashi Gentiana, and Nakiri Erina were angry at this time.

"Lecturer Xia, it's always so cool!!"

Yoshino Yuuhime stared firmly at the chef of the same age on the screen, but her eyes seemed to be looking up at the mountains, full of admiration and yearning.

To a certain extent, Xia Yu's behavior fits the taste of this quirky girl.

Snapped!

A hand knife suddenly slashed on the back of Yuuhime's head. She immediately screamed pain and covered her head, turning her head to Sakura Ryoko's reproachful eyes.

"Yu Ji-chan, you can't say that!"

Sakura Ryoko whispered, "Lecturer Xia, just want to use his own method to achieve victory and pass the super gate!"

Hearing that, Tian Suohui and Xingping Chuangzhen around.

Even Morita Maki, who knows Xia Yu best, cast a surprised look.

Ryoko Sakura, who gave the eldest sister's gentle and stable feeling, continued to chuckle and said, "Think about it, isn't it like this? Since he first came to Yuanyue and challenged Senior Master Si Ying, which time didn't he go his own way? What others said?"

Nagiri Erina sat not far away, biting her thumb, her eyes complicated.

In the picture.

The young chef didn't care about the big stove close at hand.

"Wow—"

"Wow—"

The black pastry stick still inserted in the boiling water of the clay pot is wrapped in a white tornado, and is constantly scouring and rotating along the inner wall of the clay pot. If you listen carefully, you will find that the sound of rice hitting the inner wall is gradually weakening.

This is a sign that the rice grains are soft and well cooked!

Under such high-temperature simmering, even fantasy ingredients such as "Elysium Rice" will quickly become cooked.

However, looking at the rhythm of Xia Yu's arm circle, the pastry stick in his hand showed no signs of slowing down or stopping.

There was about ten minutes of silence at the hall.

At first, Hiroshi Akiyama and Masato Kamahara, who were confused at the beginning, saw a few doorways.

"That's it!"

Akiyama exclaimed.

"I understand--"

Masato Kanbara said at the right time, and immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

"Please, ask Minister Kamahara to explain!" Chiyo Aichi pursed his lips. There was 10 minutes of silence before. It was still her negligence of the field controller, but she was a semi-professional when the examiners were all confused. The chef who is unable to save the field.

Restored calmly.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, he prepared a sentence. Masaru Kamahara looked directly at the camera and slowly said, "'Cooking porridge' is the most basic cooking skill. When you'cook porridge,' you must use a spoon to stir?"

Hearing this, a group of people in the hall nodded.

Countless people nodded before the live broadcast.

Isn't this nonsense? If the porridge is not stirred, the bottom of the porridge will be battered.

what!

Get tips, many professional chefs, their eyes brightened.

"Correct!"

"Spin, stir!"

Kamahara Masahito said: "However, unlike the'stirring' technique we usually use, stirring and rotating can not stop even at a super high cooking temperature, otherwise the porridge will be in contact with the inner wall of the clay pot for a long time, and the inner wall is too high. The temperature will immediately evaporate the water in the porridge, burn the rice grains, and cause a paste bottom of the porridge—"

"Did you find it? Chef Xia's rotation is clockwise, in one direction!"

Very superficial language.

This is the truth that young chefs who have just embarked on the path of cooking can understand.

"Don't think it's simple!" Masahito Kamahara reminded profoundly, "Stirring, in addition to preventing the porridge from sticking to the bottom, is more effective to make the cooked porridge evenly heated!"

"Clay pots are not as good as casseroles in heat gathering and keeping warm. The heat is more difficult to control, not to mention cooking at super high temperatures!"

Fire!

Everyone was clear.

"The heat of porridge cooked with such a high fire is really hard to control!" Tamagawa Ayaka thought, "but the heat is only one of them, is he going to cook a pot of white rice porridge?"

Porridge?

Thinking of that possibility, Tamagawa Ayaka herself laughed.

This kind of cuisine can't make it to Daya Hall. If it is really white rice porridge, then I am sorry. No matter what the taste, the three strict examiners will directly issue a death sentence.

While whispering, the camera was fixed in kitchen No. 1 for at least half an hour.

The sound of the hall gradually disappeared, and finally the atmosphere returned to dead silence.

Xia Yu stood beside the charcoal stove and the clay pot, drawing a round black pastry stick in his hand, and never stopped.

Similarly, the white tornado in the clay pot never stops spinning.

However, the color of the tornado, from the snow white at the beginning, has a tendency to gradually change to a condensed milk color.

As for the sound of rice scouring the inner wall of the clay pot, it disappeared completely.

There is no doubt that the rice grains have been cooked through.

Under normal circumstances, such a big pot of porridge has been completed, but not only Xia Yu didn't mean to stop, the big charcoal stove is still red.

"what--"

The whole room was rioted.

Because Xia Yu finally put down a stick, but he just turned around to get charcoal, adding charcoal to make the fire more vigorous.

Then, he moved to the kitchen counter. People were wondering what he was going to do. They didn't expect him to act neatly. He picked up the kettle that he didn't know when he was standing on the kitchen counter, emptied 2 kettles in a row, and finally got a full one. Bucket of hot water.

Wow!

Next, with all eyes in sight, Xia Yu poured a bucket of hot water into the clay pot.

"Well, won't this spoil the taste of porridge?"

"When the porridge is cooking, the water is dry. Of course you can add some water, but you need to heat the water! This will not affect the taste!"

Similar sounds of dialogue filled the hall.

The following is another long-term rotating movement with a stick. Xia Yu sweats on her forehead, but her expression and eyes are unprecedentedly focused and serious.

Destroy yourself?

Don't be kidding!

The camera continued to focus on him for half an hour, and after seeing no other changes, he could only switch to the kitchen of other examiners.