Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

"Try it, please like if you are satisfied."

"Also, be sure not to eat Bawang's meal!"

Xia Yu said seriously.

Mrs. Tang and the middle-aged man next to him stared at the fish pot on the tray.

The camera was pulled in at the right time to give close-ups of the dishes, and the audience rioted.

A full pot of soup, clear to the bottom, there are three Songjiang perch.

The key point is that the three fish have undergone two steps of frying and boiling, and the skin is smooth, as if a fisherman had just fallen back from Songjiang. At first glance, it makes people feel shocked.

"This, this is definitely not a live fish?"

"Idiot, pay attention to the green onion on the fish body! There is also a'sword knife', do you see the knife flowers around the fish body? This is a dead fish!"

Vegetarian!

light!

There is nothing more to say about Xia Yu's fish soup. Except for the clear and colorless soup in the clay pot, the green onion is dotted with green onions.

"Teeh?"

However, after all, it was an old man with a vicious vision. Old lady Tang pointed to the black beans hidden by the fish under the body of the claypot fish. Her eyes showed a smile, "You are in the medicinal soup, and you also added some tempeh. ?"

"Yes."

Xia Yu replied calmly, changing his voice, "But this tempeh is not the other tempeh."

This tempeh is not the other tempeh?

The words that seemed dumb and uttered to the stadium immediately caused a burst of intensive whispering.

Mrs. Tang was taken aback for a moment, but in just two or three seconds, her mind reacted, and she had an insight in her eyes, "That's it, I probably understand your idea..."

The middle-aged man next to the old lady is obviously an important person in the Tang family. He helped the old lady to come to power before, but now sits beside her again, his status and identity speak for himself.He pressed his chin and stared at Xia Yu's delicate face curiously, "Did you use two different kinds of tempeh?"

Xia Yu smiled and nodded, "Your Excellency is right, you know I can't hide it from you."

"what!"

At the same time, Li Han, Tang Yuqiong, and Wu Yingying in the private room above their heads all reacted quickly, "I understand!"

Zhao Zhen, with bangs in a hairpin, waist skirt and underclothes, was squatting on an embroidered pier, looking over the window sill to look at the fish soup.About a dozen meters away, Zhao Zhen sniffed his delicate nose, thinking and speaking, with a naughty smile on his face, a lively female lady, "Medicinal, it's'light tempeh'."

"Eat, it's'salted tempeh'!"

He solved the puzzle one by one.

"Light tempeh and salted tempeh, although both are tempeh, but the production methods are completely different. The production of light tempeh is complicated. It takes mulberry leaves and artemisia annua to decoct, soaks soybeans in decoction water, and then cooks them again. Fermentation of soybeans covered with mulberry leaves and artemisia annua is the first step of fermentation. In the second step, redundant impurities such as mulberry leaves and artemisia annua are discarded, and the first fermented soybeans are washed and put into an airtight container for another ten and a half days. When the aroma overflows, you can take it out to steam and dry it..."

The judging station, Wei Qinglian said so.

At this time, on and off the stage, Wei Qinglian and Mrs. Tang's voices overlapped.

"As for the salted tempeh, there is no need to add mulberry leaves, artemisia annua and other Chinese medicinal materials when making it. It is just a simple cooking and fermentation. However, due to the different details of the production process, regardless of the salty tempeh, there are many genres."

The old lady Tang finished speaking, sniffing the faint medicinal flavor permeated by the soup, "So, what genre of light tempeh and salty tempeh did you use?"

Wei Qinglian was also staring at him.

"Taste—" Xia Yu just smiled and made a please gesture. This was his answer.

"So..."

Old lady Tang was slightly funny.

"Mother, please use it!" The middle-aged man next to him took the initiative to take the bowl and spoon and scooped the soup, especially when he took the fish. He appeared cautious. The spoonful and the tail fish were perfectly packed in the white porcelain bowl, without any brokenness.

The soup and fish are hot just because it was just out of the pot and served

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Mrs. Tang had no thoughts about fish, so she took a spoon and sent a mouthful of hot soup into her mouth.

what!

The old man’s surprise was written on his face.

Obviously it is hot fish soup, even hot, the imported is unexpectedly cool, and it does not give the mouth and tongue any pressure.

What's more, the seemingly light soup will instantly turn into a rich fish juice liquid when imported.

Is the sea bass delicious?

Is the medicinal soup comfortable?

What if it is delicious and comfortable?

The collision and overlapping taste is simply a match made in heaven.

"Wait, what about the medicinal materials!" Old lady Tang barely maintained a sense of sanity in her eyes, and the spoon sent hot soup to her mouth, "Gansi, cinnamon, star anise, cloves, sannai, white tofu..."

Suddenly, Mrs. Tang ate all the herbs inside.

But it does not mean that she can understand the melody of these medicinal materials around the "tempeh", which is the mysterious spice formula.

"Two melodies, how did he do it?"

At the same time, Wei Qinglian froze on the judging stage.

The mouth, the delicious fish soup, mixed with'salted tempeh', the fragrant tempeh is incarnate in the spice formula as a symbol of multiplication, and the deliciousness of the fish soup is doubled, which makes people lost.

But this is only the first melody.

Fish soup is imported and enters the body through the throat and esophagus.

Wow--

Wei Qinglian was originally crushed by the torrent of fresh fresh water, and her empty eyes suddenly rose into greenery.

The mulberry leaves and artemisia annua implied by the'light tempeh' broke out, and another world emerged.

When I opened my eyes, it was a ridge, and the mulberry leaves were in the growing season, lush and green.

There is a stream under the Tianlong slope, and perch frolics in it. Wei Qinglian only feels that she is incarnate as a female druggist returning home from medicine. Maybe she is tired from the journey. I hugged my knees and stared quietly at the swimming fish in the stream, the clouds gathered and dispersed above my head...

She is still, as if frozen by time, but the surrounding environment is changing, clouds and clouds, changing day and night.

A lock!

The locked door!

In the end, what the eyes saw turned into a dark room that was invisible, and Wei Qinglian could only see the metal gate and the gleaming lock.

"Bang! Bang!"

"I want to go out--"

Unspeakable panic struck, Wei Qinglian kept tapping the door. Suddenly, she heard a crisp sound in her ears, the lock was broken, and the solid door opened, and she rushed out desperately.

Ho!

Looking back, it is already reality.

In the position of the main judge, with a messy nose, Wei Qinglian opened her mouth lightly, spitting out a scent of fresh fragrance, "Did it save me?" There was gratitude in her eyes, but as soon as the words came out, she felt as if thunderous.

If it was Wei Qinglian in her teenage years, she would have exclaimed, and now Wei Qinglian pressed the shock in her heart.

"I understand..." She murmured, this time she really understood it.

"Imprison, save!"

Mrs. Tang in the audience was shaking her hands and the spoon was shaking obviously.

Next to her, the middle-aged man who called her mother sat stiffly on a chair, his eyes frightened by such a spice formula.

Is there such an operation?

The Patriarch of the Tang family was startled, and took the initiative to speak into the microphone: “The ultimate umami taste can be constructed by any qualified top chef. Any special-grade must-kill recipe can be perfectly inked on the umami taste. No one dares to say oneself. Stronger. But is the ultimate taste really coming to an end? At Lin level, is there no more shocking expressiveness?"

"call--"

He inhaled, then vetoed loudly, "No!"

"Higher expressiveness requires deeper skills to build, just like this bowl of fish soup--" Tang Tianxing pointed to the clay pot on the table.