Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

The interpretation of the mirror image continues.

Bernard soaked the pigskin in hot water boiling close to 100 degrees Celsius, and Xia Yu did it.

Pork is cooked with lower temperature water until soft.

From the perspective of an ordinary audience, the two people move in the same way, but from the perspective of a professional chef, there are more doorways.

Water temperature!

Bernard looked at the pigskins and pork soaked in hot water and cleaned his hands before he cast a glimpse at Xia Yu. Seeing that Xia Yu was also washing his hands with a towel, he immediately sank and felt provoked. .

"imitate!"

This word was deeply imprinted in his head, making him feel uneasy and faintly uncomfortable.

"Impossible!" Bernard shook his head, his eyes condensed, and he regained his confidence, "The pigskin is soaked in 95 degrees Celsius water, and the meat is softened with 80 degrees Celsius water...it's so slightly more temperature, Taste and taste will be different, heh! The gap lies in the details. Do you think those perverted judges can tolerate these flaws!"

I glanced over the review seat on the sidelines, and paused on one of the reviewers, who was a beautiful female reviewer with long flax and wavy hair. Bernard knew her. This is a great French gourmet, Melissa, and also a European. A well-known porn star will be her guest once she satisfies her with cooking and wins her favor.

However, Melissa can't tolerate "flaw" and "perfunctory" dishes. Her comments will tell the chef what is a real poisonous tongue and what is the most malicious language.

Melissa's face was not very good at the moment, her eyes were faintly annoyed.

Bernard knew that the anger was not directed at him, but his opponent—the young chef who was trying to imitate his opponent's cooking in such international competitions.

"You asked for it, don't blame me."

He lowered his eyes slightly, not to be too distracted during the cooking process, Bernard put his attention away, lifted the small bag from the kitchen counter, and poured some fine particles of food into a clean stainless steel basin.

Buckwheat!

The faint aroma of grains came out, Bernard smiled at the corners of his mouth, washed it with clean water, and poured the pot of buckwheat into the boiling pot that had been set on the stove before.

Inside, there is a big pot of soup!

This is a necessary step for making French cuisine "Black Blood Sausage". As for why it is buckwheat instead of barley, Bernard believes that the judges waiting for the meeting will give the audience an explanation.

The pork skin, pork and liver are cooked.

For pork grinding, pig skin is also grinded. For meat, there is no high requirement, but pig skin must be ground as finely as possible. The liver is also the same. Bernard does not use mechanical grinding and is completely handmade.

About twenty minutes later.

Bernard stirs the prepared seasonings, spices, minced meat, minced pork skin, and minced liver.

He used a large and deep container to perform this step.

Then, pour in the unsolidified'blood of cows, pigs and birds', and then turn off the heat to raise the stock pot that has been boiled for more than half an hour, pouring down the pot, and boiled into a muddy buckwheat paste. Suddenly fell into the container.

Stir!

Bernard was sweaty, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly, obviously in a good mood.

"well!"

He secretly said, "Every link is perfect, no mistakes. Next, pour the mixed stuff into the pig sausage and cook for about an hour. The black blood sausage is complete..."

Thinking of this, his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden explosion.

what happened?

Bernard looked up blankly while stirring, and then his pupils suddenly shrank.

opposite.

Xia Yu slowed him a step and didn't stir the mixture immediately. Instead, he stopped at this step. From Bernard's perspective, Xia Yu could be seen bustling on the kitchen counter with his head down, with glass bottles filled with spices in front of him.

"This……"

Bernard was surprised, and a hint of ridicule flashed in his eyes immediately, and he secretly said: "I understand. He wants to change the spice recipe. However, black pepper, allspice, marjoram, and onion powder are the result of my repeated practical experience. The spice combination that comes out is almost perfect, unless you completely overthrow the formula...rebuild!"

"But, this is the scene of the international competition!"

Bernard laughed lowly.

"This young chef is unexpectedly bold...or, stupid! Stupid!"

The commotion in the venue was precisely because the two handled the final steps differently.

The front is obviously mirror-like behavior, but at the critical moment of mixing, I did not expect that the young chef who imitated behind the opponent's ass suddenly came to a drifting overtaking at the corner, and everyone would be shocked and dropped to the ground. Eyeballs.

"What is he doing!"

"Modify your opponent's recipe on the spot! What a mess!"

"This is a blasphemy against the international competition!"

There was a lot of questioning, even cursing, some people began to question Xia Yu's cooking skills.

"Ha ha……"

Naginari thistle smiled happily.

Mas and Elizabeth were speechless.

In the Jixingliao dormitory in Tokyo, a group of friends covered their mouths and froze.

Tacmi and Issami sat in the dorm and looked at the laptop screen. Seeing this scene, Tacmi suddenly thought of the'full tracker' Misaku Subaru.

The same is imitation, but Meizuo Subaru needs to spend a lot of time and energy to spy on the intelligence of his opponent, and then he can come up with his own imitation works and targeted improvements in the duel.

And Lecturer Xia...

Tacomi's heart thumped and thumped, "Will he succeed?"

"If it succeeds..."

The young Italian dare not think about it anymore.

In the picture, Xia Yu also began to stir herself.

The ingredients are roughly the same, including minced pork, pork skin and pork liver, and buckwheat boiled into a slurry. However, Xia Yu has something to say when it comes to spices.

"Black pepper, allspice, marjoram, chopped onion...this combination is too common!"

"what the hell!"

Xia Yu gave a chuckle in his heart. With his current knowledge in the field of spices, he couldn't see it if he didn't modify it. "Tear down! Completely down!"

"Pepper, pepper powder, um, crush the green onion and ginger into fine pieces and open them up to remove the fishy."

"Cinnamon, cardamom, cloves."

"What else?"

While stirring, sprinkle in the spice dust, Xia Yu looked at the mixture in the container and felt that the color was not enough, "Is it okay to put in some soybean oil?"

Thinking of oil, an aura flashed in his heart. He turned his head and looked at Chiyo Aichi next to him. The hostess was stunned, and then stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Chef Xia, what do you need?"

"Are there any balsamic oils?" he asked.

"Uh……"

Chiyo Aichi immediately ran off the stage in small steps. The director picked up the walkie-talkie to ask about the food warehouse. A few minutes later, a small box of'Bull Pig and Bird Balsam Oil' was delivered. Xia Yu chopped the fat and threw it in. Stir and stir, this time there should be a stirring song to add to the fun.

After the mixing is complete, the next step is the indescribable enema.

ten minutes later.

Several red blood sausages were curled in a deep pot.

"Crack!"

The two opened the valve almost at the same time, and the flame burned the bottom of the pot.

Half an hour later, the blood sausage came out of the pot and drained to cool down, but the audience's expressions were not quite right, and they all lost their souls.

Even Bernard's heartstrings trembled fiercely.

Attracted by Ming Ming, he raised his head and looked at Xia Yu.

"what happened……"