Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

"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 increases, the faster the boiling water vaporizes!

The key is the balance of fire 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 quelled.

Not only a group of chefs at 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 not understood, and some chefs even suspected that Xia Yu had abandoned 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 do you have to bet when the sword goes slant?

Even if the relatives and friends of Isshiki Hui, Kobayashi Gentiana, and Nakiri Erina are friends, it is inevitable that they will feel resentful 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 gaze seemed to be looking up at the mountain, full of admiration and yearning.

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

Snapped!

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

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

Sakura Ryoko whispered: "Lecturer Xia, he just wants to use his own method to achieve victory and pass the special 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 a 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 was not on his own way, What others said?"

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

In the picture.

The young chef stood in front of the big stove against the heat.

"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 stewing, even fantasy ingredients such as "Elysium Rice" 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!"

Hiroshi Akiyama exclaimed.

"I understand--"

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

"Please, ask Minister Kambara 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 host cannot save the scene.

After ten seconds of silence, he prepared a sentence. Masaru Kamahara looked directly at the camera and slowly said, "'Cooking porridge' is the most basic cooking skill. When you're cooking porridge, you must use a spoon to stir it?"

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 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 out? Chef Xia's rotation is clockwise, in one direction!"

Very superficial language.

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

"Don't think it simple!" Masahito Kamahara reminded deeply, "Stirring, in addition to preventing the porridge from sticking to the bottom, has more effect, is to make the cooked porridge evenly heated, the so-called'uniformity' heat. The essence is hidden inside!"

"Clay pot is not as good as a casserole in terms of heat gathering and insulation, and the heat is more difficult to control, not to mention the super high temperature cooking!"

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 laughed herself.

This kind of cuisine is not up to the 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 lens 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 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 the color of condensed milk.

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.

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 swiftly. They picked up the hot water kettle that was placed on the kitchen counter when they didn’t know when, and emptied 2 water kettles in a row, finally getting a full Bucket of hot water.

Wow!

Then, as everyone watched, 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!

There are many similar sounds.

The following is the long-term rotating motion of holding the stick.

Xia Yu was sweating all over, but her expression and eyes were focused and serious like never before!

Destroy yourself?

Don't be kidding!

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