Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

The teenager turned his back to the camera, focusing on processing ingredients.

Mince pork.

The yellow catfish scraped the scales and removed the internal organs, and then the boy took the knife holder and replaced it with a brand-name knife that specializes in fresh fish, and easily removed a whole section of the fish keel.

The blade flashed again, and two tender fish were spread out on the counter.

The young man's hand holding the knife, and even the strength of the knife, were extremely gentle.

Just like in a high-end Japanese food store, the Japanese food master behind the counter has a strict expression, thin and light sashimi, under the knife, like snow piling up, the lens is zoomed in on one of the slices, and the slender whiteness of the screen makes Amazing.

Seeing this, Wei Zhong's pupils shrank, "This kind of sword technique..."

There is a shadow of fish in the field of vision, coming through the waves.

See Weizhi book.

Even after watching this video of cooking after two days of recording across the screen, Wei Zhong was still shocked by the low-key but delicate style of the swordsmanship of the young.

Ten fingers are trembling!

Wei Zhong inhaled deeply and his expression was complicated, "Why does his sword skill... By the way, it is the blessing of the hand of God!"

It is the cooking skills that have further improved the youth's power of micro-manipulation of the limbs, especially the hands.

but……

This is a sword technique that seems to engulf the will of the ingredients, is it just because of the blessing of the hand of God?Wei Zhong held the idea of ​​veto in his heart. No, that's not the case. At least he has the hand of a half-golden frame. In terms of swordsmanship, he is not as good as the young man in the camera!

Huang He was beside him, his expression was also extremely exciting.

The index finger trembles like an electric shock.

The close-up of the fish fillet in the picture is very delicate. The smooth texture of the flesh is naturally natural, as if the fish is like this. After cutting, the original appearance of the ingredients is presented in front of the diners and the mouth feels the original taste ...

what.

It seemed that a live fish pierced its mouth, the fish juice filled his head, and the arm of the yellow crane hanging beside him was shaking more severely.

He knew that this was the mutual induction of the hands of God.

Or rather, it is the hand of one's own god that is swayed with excitement under the traction.Swing and swing.

"His sword skills...strong!"

Just one word is strong.

Huang He couldn't help but comment, and quickly glanced at Wei Zhong, who was watching TV with straight eyes. He had a thought in his heart. Fortunately, it was a confrontation of pastry. The Demon King Xia couldn't show his sword skills on the pastry halberd. Otherwise, The love disciple must be blasted into scum in terms of sword skills.

At least, Huang He, who is the Dragon Chef, felt an unspeakable threat, "How does this sword skill feel like the old immortal shadow of Xia Qing!"

The TV picture changes.

"Hey..."

Open the stove, the young man brandished the spatula, and opened it wide. If the aura is a mysterious thing, then the bottom of the pot seems to be manipulated, sometimes roaring up, sometimes like a firework that quickly recedes like a tide, enough to explain the young man's flame The magician' this nickname.

The rice grains in the pot changed from white to brilliant yellow in just over ten seconds.

But at this moment, the boy suddenly stopped, and the camera scanned the bottles and cans in the corner of the kitchen counter. Seeing that the boy put all kinds of spices into the wok and stir-fried with the rice, Wei Zhong clenched his fists tightly and said in a trembled voice: " This step was modified by him!"

Is it unreasonable?

Do not.

On the contrary, the modification is too reasonable. Such rice grains and spices are fully fried, the smell is completely melted into the rice grains, and the fried rice will be crushed later, and the quality of the'steamed meat powder' will be greatly improved!

Why didn't Wei Zhong do this?Huang He glanced at his beloved disciple who was staring, and sighed inwardly, "In addition to the explosion, he is also the one who controls the spices...the emperor!"

It's not that I don't want to, but it's impossible.

After all, most of Wei Zhong's skills are in his hands, which is the hand of God.But the Demon King Xia in the screen of the show has such supreme cooking skills as explosive flames and spice inequality.

It’s the step of flouring fish, pork, and pumpkin pieces.

The camera zoomed in to give a close-up of the young chef's hand movements, and the ward was completely silent.

"Dip" first!

The boy abandoned his chopsticks and grabbed a piece of fish with his fingers. He clicked, as if grabbing a small rag, and spread it down the food container on the table.

The food box is covered with Huang Cancan's steamed meat powder.

These flours are made by frying and crushing rice.

Just as the cloud descends, the boy’s control of "strength" is reflected here to the fullest, the camera slowly advances, the side of the fish fillet in contact with the dust, just like the technique represented by the word "dip", gently And fall, rise gently.

It doesn't seem to carry a trace of cloud, but when it rises, the fish fillet is already covered with a light layer of rice noodles.

This layer of rice noodles can be said to be evenly applied and swept away at a glance. No matter the head and tail are flat, there is absolutely no bulge or bloated due to the accumulation of excess dust.

Then, the other side of the fish fillet.

The repeated "dipping" technique.

When slices of fish fillets were evenly powdered, they were rolled into a flower shape by the boy's skillful hands and inserted into a porcelain bowl shaped like a pen holder.

Wei Zhong and Huang He can't help but say: "The essence of dip!"

no doubt.

Only by fully comprehending the traditional craftsmanship of Mianyang's three steaming can you powder a whole plate of fish with such a light posture.

"Different raw materials have different powdering techniques. The quality of the technique will directly affect the taste!" Huang He said, shook his head and looked gloomy, "I can't fault it!"

Eggs pick the bones?Huang He has done his best to do so, but the result is still nothing.

"'roll'!"

Wei Zhong said in surprise.

It is not called Huang Hegun, but refers to the skillful technique of the young man in the picture, holding the pork meatballs and rolling over the rice noodles in the food box.

Get a piece of powdered pork meatballs.

Different from the noodles on fish fillets, at this step, the boy obviously increased his strength, so the pork meatballs "rolled" to a thicker layer of dust, and the scarlet redness disappeared a lot.

Going to the pumpkin cube again, Wei Zhong's expression was already collapsed at this time, "The essence of winnowing!"

Boom.

Boom.

The pumpkin pieces that were cut to the right size were picked up by Xia Yu and dropped again.

Every time it falls back into the food container, the pumpkin pieces are always contaminated with dust.

Breathing, rhythm, and even technique, without the slightest confusion, the impression of the picture, like a pumpkin block, on the swamp of rice noodles, jumping again and again, gradually, slowly, and finally swallowed by the swamp.

Pumpkin pieces are filled in the fish fillet rolls.

The meatballs covered with glutinous rice are used as flower cores, and pumpkin pieces are used as cushions to inlay them.

A line popped up on the TV screen: "About two hours later..."

As the picture turned, steaming steamers appeared on the dining table.

The camera finally showed the young chef's face, he smiled slightly, and reached out to lift the lid of the steamer.

The mist is raging.

A pure white flower of fish flesh blooms slowly in the mist.

"Wow—"

On the TV side, in the ward, Wei Zhong suddenly stiffened and murmured unconsciously, "It's a kaleidoscope again!"

Kaka.

The kaleidoscope of pastry turns again.

However, unlike the extremely brilliant changes that golden wheat gives to the kaleidoscope, Wei Zhong only sees four alternately changing pictures of food in this kaleidoscope——

The dragon of rage!

The throne embraced by the spice melody!

A blade of light that tore through the sky!

as well as……

Wei Zhong looked at the golden palm that fell from the sky, and the thing called "Dao Xin" in his heart and spirit suddenly exploded. He clearly heard the sound of cracking, and he couldn't help but grasp his heart, a burst of uncomfortable pain. Feeling overwhelmed him:

"Lost!"

"Completely, completely lost!"

Heat, seasoning, knife skills.

Even in the hands of the proud god, Wei Zhong found himself to be that ridiculous frog at the bottom of the well.

How do you feel when your best recipe is perfected by others?Wei Zhong couldn't help closing his trembling eyelids, "My "Three Steamed One", he took it away!"

and……

His key is called "perfect"!

Flawless!

Wei Zhong closed his eyes and bowed his head deeply, worshipping in the air. Then, with a plop, the middle-aged man fell onto the hospital bed and fell into a coma.

The heart of the chef.

Wei Zhong was lost forever.

"Zhonger!" Huang He turned his head quietly after hearing the movement and let out a high-pitched cry.