Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Two young girls, standing on the left and right, did not dare to get too close to the stove and the red pot.

One vacuum sterile bottle containing egg liquid contained clear egg yolks. The egg whites had been cleaned by Xia Yu before and stored. The other was served on a tray. The dish was still filled with "jeweled meat" with a curling aroma.

Huh!

Huh!

Wielding the spatula with both hands, the young man looked attentive. It was obvious that the pot was covered by flames, and it was impossible for the naked eye to penetrate the sea of ​​fire to see the rice inside, but he seemed to be in control of everything. The strong self-confidence aura made Dojima Gin and Caibo. Shiroichiro lost his voice.

Next, what will he do?

Pour diced meat and egg liquid directly?

Because he didn't know the situation of the rice, even Zhu Qing, who was a chef, was confused.

The flame not only blocked the line of sight, the heat flow also shielded the chef's senses.

To put it simply, when Zhu Qing is in front of the stove, I am afraid I can only watch the rice burn and scorch by the flames.

"If you use'qi'..."

Suddenly, there was a wave of waves in Zhu Qing's eyes.

"Diced meat, pour it!"

Said the boy.

The childhood sweetheart who was waiting for the battle immediately stepped forward, the plate was tilted, and the diced meat fell down one by one, disappearing into the flame in the blink of an eye as if swallowed.The girl turned away with sweat on her face.

"Egg liquid, pour it!"

Another golden-haired girl came up with sweat on her face, but she bit her lip and poured out the last drop of egg.

During this period, Xia Yu never stopped waving the shovel.

The higher the temperature, the faster the mash, otherwise, if the ingredients are in contact with the inner wall of the red iron pan for even half a second, they will lose a little room for salvation.

But it's not just the inner wall that burns the ingredients.

The flame on the pot also burns and grills the ingredients. Therefore, the rice, diced meat and egg liquid in the Chinese iron pot at this time are almost under double-sided high temperature. It is no wonder that chef Zhu Qing feels troublesome. Under circumstances, unless the owner of the special stunt, they are wasting the taboo ingredients that are squandering gold.

"what?!"

Nagiri Erina squeezed the empty vacuum flask and backed away, but Xiumu stared at Xia Yu's rotating right arm and let out a shock.

Yes.

The arm is holding the spatula and rotating.

This technique of faintly drawing circles gives a group of relatives and friends a strong sense of familiarity.

"Ah, isn't this the noodle cooking skill?" Tian Suohui and Morita Maki were also surprised.

""Bailuo Snake Refining" can still be used like this?"

Zhu Qing opened her mouth to the limit.

Tamagawa Ayaka suddenly said: "A few months ago, in the special grade assessment, he also used similar techniques to cook the "Four Gods of Bliss Porridge". At that time, the clay pot was as hot as the rotating and rounding techniques. , Is to make the ingredients move in the rapid rotation, avoid staying in a temperature zone for too long, zooming and sticking."

"It turned out to be a small way to control the heat!" Cai Pau Ichiro nodded.

For some reason, Nagaki thistle looked at the young man who was holding a spatula and was making a red pot of fried rice, as if he was watching a cursive man writing dragons and snakes on the ground, giving people a sense of harmony and rhythm.

Master's bearing!

His head jumped out of this evaluation curiously.

Naginari's face twitched.

"All right!"

The young man suddenly said that everyone was surprised, but saw the young man holding the spatula in both hands with a vigorous wave, so there was a group of shiny things, the flame that broke the surface of the pot, and it fell into the container that had been prepared by the stove.

Huh, with another wave of the spatula, the second batch of hot fried rice engulfed the dots of flame and landed in a wonderful arc.

So cycle.

The spatula was swung a dozen times in just a few seconds.

When the last batch of fried rice left the red pot with flames, Xia Yu's arms fell suddenly, and the muscles and nerves that had been tightened for about half an hour finally relaxed at this moment.

"finished!"

Throwing away the spatula and looking at the fried rice in the stainless steel container, Xia Yu suddenly smiled.

"Look!"

Zhu Qing came here first.

"There is no burnt smell!"

Sniffing the scent, Dojima Gin and Caipashi Ichiro looked at each other in surprise, and strode forward to the counter.

"Really successful?!"

Nakiri thistle was suspicious. When he got closer, the cooking table was surrounded by groups, and the ghost father was helpless, so he could only stand on tiptoe and look towards the cooking table. Suddenly, it seemed as if he had seen a terrifying scene. Shocked.

In the crowd, Xia Yu was just laughing while listening to the noisy discussion.

Picking up the first porcelain bowl, Maki Morita handed him a spoon. Xia Yu took the spoon and picked up a large spoonful of fried rice in the container. The kitchen was quiet for a moment, and everyone's eyes gathered on the crystal clear fried rice of the spoon.

Diced meat and rice are distinct.

Moreover, the dishes are obviously different from "Golden Inlaid Jade".

This time the fried rice, the diced meat and rice grains seemed to faintly engulf a coat of flame.

But when you look closely, this coat does not exist, it seems to be just an illusion.

"A hallucination?"

Seeing Xia Yu's bowling, everyone swallowed.

"Who wants it?"

Xia Yu handed out a bowl of fried rice.

"I'll come first!" Zhu Qing shouted and grabbed the porcelain bowl. She even brought her own small spoon. While holding the bowl, the spoon took a bite of fried rice and placed it under her eyes.

"Oh--"

Can not help but sigh.

From a closer look, Zhu Qing understood what the'flaming coat' was. In fact, it was just a thin layer of grease, but it couldn't be ignored.The faintly flaming flash of fat is clear, which adds a lot to the dishes.

But is it just decoration?

Open your mouth with doubts!

"Cough, cough!"

The fair and pretty face turned red in an instant, Zhu Qing was caught off guard, as if swallowing an exploding volcano, he immediately bent over and coughed violently, sweating like rain, it was more painful than pouring hot pepper water.

Huh, huh.

But soon, Zhu Qing freed up a hand to pat a large breast, and refused the support of Tian Suohui and Tamagawa Meisa.

"No, no need."

Vaguely speaking, Zhu Qing was chewing rice grains seriously.

Titicaca.

Crisp cracking sound.

The diced meat was shattered, and the hot fluid of the juice seemed to seep into the pores. Zhu Qingjiao trembled and continued to chew.

The rice grains covering the egg coat are broken.

The crisp fragrance of eggs and rice broke through her mouth and nose. She let out a breath of heat, and immediately put the porcelain bowl and the spoon in the bowl, hiding her face and fleeing, and a panicked voice came from the corridor:

"I go to the bathroom, don't move my bowl..."

A few drops of fragrant sweat sprinkled in the air.

Everyone looked at each other.

Xia Yu chuckled secretly, and the golden frame burst Yanqiang was invincible. It really was an overdose.

Chef Lin couldn't stop the amount of medicine.

He took the porcelain bowl again, filled the second bowl of hot rice, and glanced at his relatives and friends with his pure eyes, "...Who wants it?"

A group of people couldn't help being afraid to back off.

Seeing Zhu Qing's tasting reaction, everyone hesitated.

"I come!"

"I need to!"

Two clear voices almost simultaneously.

People look at Erina with golden hair, and Maki Morita with long straight black hair.

The two seemed to be fighting each other, and there was a strange flash in their eyes.

"Okay, you all can eat and see." Xia Yu first handed out the bowl of rice in his hand, and without seeing who picked it up, turned around and served the third bowl.