Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan Chapter 1061: Must Kill Form (Part 2)

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laugh!

This is the sound of flames.

Of course, I am afraid that only Xia Yu can hear such condensed flames.

His treatment of "slices of meat" is very classic, that is, he finds an oven and grilling net, and then uses chopsticks to place slices of plump pork on the grilling net for barbecue!

That's right, it's the "bake" method of heat treatment!

"Ah, barbecue?"

Shanben Natsuki was stunned.

Do you have ramen with grilled meat?Isn't it right, how can grilled meat be used as a side dish of ramen, put it in the soup, match with the ramen, suck and chew together, won't it look strange in the mouth?

What kind of ramen is it, hello, Hakata ramen?

Sapporo ramen?

Or Kitakata ramen?

Yumoto Natsuki racked his brains and couldn't find a genre that uses'yakiniku' with ramen.

"This is not barbecued pork at all!"

He said confidently.

Japanese-style barbecued pork meat is made by three types of fire:'fried','boiled' and'stewed', but there is no'roast'!

Moreover, if it is grilled meat, the juice will evaporate severely and become dry, and then with the very strong ramen, bite, chew hard, don't it further burden the mouth?

Eating "comfortable" is also an extremely important taste!

Operation that is incomprehensible.

Shanben Xiashu gave such an evaluation in his heart. He didn't have a big mouth and talked nonsense.

It was a really old monk, his reaction was different from Shanben and Aoki, his eyes lit up, "What a streamlined flame manipulation!"

He took Xia Yu's open class called "Primitive Flame".

If it is said that in the classroom, the young lecturer's doctrine is still unintelligible with some mystery, then the current "barbecue" fire is really insightful immediately.

It's like...pointing to the source.

"what!"

The abbot Yizhen's face gradually became solemn.

Doesn't the shallowest level of "Wabi-Sabi" point to the nature of simplicity, stripping away unnecessary externalities?

Now Xia Yu's explosive flames gave the old monk a feeling similar to this.

Condensed.

Save any gods and mysteries, simply reveal the "origin" and show them.

Simple.

There is no need for the casting material "Morse oil". In the small oven, it is very ordinary fruit charcoal, but the firework is controlled by an invisible hand, and it makes a "chuck" sound. How to describe it, it is probably a hand-held flame spray gun , Press the fire button, the faint blue high temperature flame locks the meat slices on the grilling net into a beam of light, impact!

Simple, straightforward and rude.

But it also contains the legend of fire, giving people a sense of sacredness.

"Looking at the mountain is the mountain."

"Look at water as water."

Everything is back to the starting point.

Start over?

Not really.

A real old monk showed a horror that was difficult to completely converge, "The starting point is also the end!"

"He walked around and came back again!"

"The road is gone!"

what.

At this time, Shanben Xiashu couldn't help but say, "It's burnt!"

Heat "excessive", grilled on the Internet, pieces of uniform thickness of meat, the skin is half charred.

A black mark emerged.

Even the old monk was stunned, "How come!"

Sect Aoki kept chanting: "I don't understand!"

How could a master who has walked all the way of "heating" let his pure white canvas be stained with ink marks!Not scientific!impossible!

"Try it?"

Xia Yu raised her head and glanced over, facing Xia Shu Nunu's mouth, the chopsticks sandwiched a piece of half-burnt roasted pork, placed it on a small plate, and handed it out.

The abbot of Qing Mu Zong Tai and Yizhen encircled the plate at the bottom of the shirt.

Looking up close, the more I look at it, the more confusing it becomes.

It was indeed scorched, and the original tender outer layer of the meat slices turned into a semi-scorched shell. Don't even think about it. If you bite it down, it will definitely make a chick.

What the nose smells, and what the mouth and taste buds taste for the first time are all bitter and astringent.

Eating scorching garbage, waste products worse than'dark cooking', Shanmoto Natsuki's tongue, which had been bombarded and tempered by his own dark cooking, was strangely unbearable, and his entire face wrinkled tightly.

"Wow!"

"so bitter!"

He opened his mouth and spit out.

"Why is it so bitter?"

Yes.

why?

A really old monk furrowed his eyebrows, his gaze glanced over the rest of the meat on the grill, but the outer shell was blackened, and the inside was definitely still tender.

But why is it painful?

The old monk felt that things were not simple.

Later, Xia Yu continued to make ramen according to the "recipe" in his mind.

Barbecued pork is barbecue. The most time-consuming side dish is produced. Japanese ramen is left with the frequently used'boiled egg','tender bamboo shoots','green onion','seaweed', and'red ginger' 'Wait, Xia Yu only takes'tender bamboo shoots' and'boiled eggs'.

Then, cook one or two seasonal vegetables and place them in a bowl of ramen.

One hour later, the soup base made of chicken bones and chicken feet can also be out of the pot. The soup is cool and transparent yellow, and it is filled with a large white ceramic ramen bowl.

As a result, the green seasonal vegetables are quite conspicuous in the four main orange-yellow bowls of soup, tender bamboo shoots, soft-boiled eggs, and barbecued pork.

"finished--"

Xia Yu took off her apron and placed two trays, each with two bowls of noodles.

The group moved from the kitchen to the cafeteria in the mountain.

At this time, the sky had dimmed and it was past the fixed dinner time of the temple, so the cafeteria was dark and the lights turned on. Ao Muzong went to the house to turn on the lights, and Xia Yu and Shanben each carried a tray and sat on the tatami cleaned by the little monk.

A total of 4 bowls of noodles.

Xia Yu didn't eat, and asked the three of them to take him. He took the tray with him and took the last bowl, which was placed on the case table in the "forbidden zone".

"Put your chopsticks on."

The old monk said.

Xia Yu did so, neatly placing a pair of chopsticks on the bowl.

As for Shanben Xiashu, he sat down and couldn't take care of so much. He stared at the middle of the bowl and let out an uncontrollable exclamation, "I can't tell you the feeling!"

Ramen noodles are pressed at the bottom by'roasted meat','tender bamboo shoots','boiled eggs' and a few seasonal vegetables.

The whole bowl of noodles is filled with the clear yellow soup, and it can be seen to see the bottom, but it has a distinct sense of hierarchy.

A gentle breath came.

Shanben Xiashu inhaled lightly, with an unspeakable sense of comfort in her heart, as if standing on the top of the mountains, her vision had never been so wide, and the distant mountains had never prostrated in front of him in a low posture.

Huh, what about the bitterness of "Barbecue"?

The nose sniffed.

Shanben first set off his chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat. The meat was really bad in appearance, half of it was charred, but after being soaked in the soup, there was an unspeakable change.It's not just about odor fading.

Bite down.

"laugh!"

Charred black shell, very obvious cracking sound.

So the bitterness is still there.

The taste that came up for the first time made the shirt and the whole face wrinkle subconsciously.

When the black shell was completely broken in the mouth, the legs of the young man with the cockscomb head on the tatami suddenly tightened, and the toes even cramped.

brittle!

bitter!

However, the inner tender meat, when the teeth were chewing and broken, the soup that followed the meat slices into the mouth, mixed with the meat residue, produced a wonderful sweet taste.

"Is this bittersweet?"

"I deliberately scorched the shell, just to create a'scorched taste'?"

"What about this intention?"

Shanben Xiashu scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks, chewing constantly, always feeling that something was missing. Suddenly, the food residue in his mouth felt dry, and a bright light flashed in his mind, "Lack of moisture?"

Picking up the noodle bowl is just sipping a big mouthful of soup.

Suck!

In an instant, the mouth produced a completely different taste.

Shanben Xiashu was on the top of the mountains and saw a tree struck to death by lightning, but it was just such a dead wood that had been struck by lightning and burned by flames, and new buds bloomed as he watched.

The hilltop is bare, black wood, new buds, nothing superfluous.

I don't know why, Shanben felt that this scene was full of Zen, and compared to the comfort that he felt before smelling the smell of soup, his heart was as quiet as water at this moment.

"Nothing will die, but a new life."

"In the run-down, rejuvenate..."

Shanben Xiashu sits cross-legged under the black wood next to the green buds, just like a monk who has realized Zen Ji, with an ancient well without waves on his face.

"Wabi Ji!"

A pair of chopsticks dinged on the ground.

In the mountain cafeteria at night, there was a slight gasp of a fifth person.