Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

kitchen.

"Are you satisfied with your sword skills?"

The old man asked, and pointed his finger at the steamer on the table.

In the pot, there is a deep blue clear soup, which is mainly made of two ingredients, "Garlic Chicken" and "Blue Star Algae". The color of the soup is strange, but it also just highlights the unusual ingredients.

What do you mean?

Xia Yu frowned.

It took him almost an hour to cook the soup base of ramen noodles, and when he turned around to make soba noodles, he was forcibly stopped by the old man and had such a fight.

"If your research on the recipe for "Devil Ramen" is only this level, it would disappoint me too!" The old man folded his arms and criticized grimly, "I don't need to taste the finished product. The work is not qualified for me!"

Xia Yu's forehead blue veins jumped wildly.

"You haven't eaten, dare you say you are unqualified?!" Xia Yu was very upset.

"Also, you said that I am proud of my sword skills. I can understand that you are mocking my sword skills, old man?"

The old and the young, their sights collided in the air, and they did not back down.

"Not convinced, are you?"

"That's for sure, I hate the king with a strong mouth!"

"Do you want a detailed comment? Then I..."

Here, Xia Yu waved his hand and looked directly at the old man’s coffin face with sharp eyes, “Don’t comment on your lips! I heard the commander say that the recipe for "Devil Ramen" was co-created by him and you. Then, old man, you Bring out the actual work and convince me!"

"Oh"

Xia Qing's face moved, "Is this a challenge?"

Xia Yu nodded, "Of course!"

His eyes were about to move around, and his anger suddenly became clean, "Old man, you have to let me understand, how far is the difference between me and the realm of dragons?"

Hearing this, Xia Qing also showed a faint smile on his face, "I understand."

The rattling quarrel atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly disappeared cleanly, as if it had never happened before. The old and the young looked at each other playfully, with their own little abacus in their hearts.

Lan Fengxian was at the door, stunned.

What about tearing?

The thunder is loud and the rain is small. This way of getting along with grandparents is incomprehensible.

"Brother Xia!"

The shouts at the door made Xia Qing and Xia Yu turn their heads. In fact, they had already noticed an outsider at the door.

"Lan Fengxian?"

Xia Qing frowned, calling his name directly, obviously not too cold for this person.

"Brother Xia, it's been a long time!"

Lan Fengxian did things smoothly. He called Xia Qing by his name without showing the slightest strangeness. He laughed and said, "This is nothing to do. I will come to visit you for the new year. Brother Xia should not be too foolish. ."

Brother Yu claimed to be out of mind.

Regarding age, Lan Fengxian is quite a lot older. Didn’t you hear that Lan Chuhan, who was of the same generation as Zhu Qing, called him grandfather, a lively old monster.

"sit"

However, Xia Qing's greeting seemed cold, pointing to the stool he was sitting on, put on an apron, and stepped to the kitchen counter.

Take out a square-headed mulberry knife from the knife holder, and said to his grandson with his head sideways: "Look carefully, study hard."

Xia Yu pouted.

Snapped!

A thawed and intact "garlic chicken" was thrown on the cutting board by the old guy.

With the thin and sharp blade facing the chicken's spine, Xia Qing suddenly said in a deep voice, "Sage Kong once said that the cut is not correct, and you don't eat!"

"The so-called cutting and cutting, the decomposition of food materials, shows the skill of the knife everywhere."

With a sudden turn of the conversation, Xia Qing asked, "It's easy to cut a chicken, isn't it?"

Xia Yu nodded.

Ah!

Seeing this response from his grandson, the old man's mouth was filled with ridicule, his hand was raised and the knife was dropped, and the chicken's head was removed. Then, the whole chicken was cut from the center line into two symmetrical halves, and then the wings were cut, thin and sharp. His blade cuts down a round bone in the meat, and the whole meat wing is separated.

Cut off the wings and legs,

"And then?" He turned to look at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu frowned and said in a puzzled way: "The old man you use is the usual chopping skill. I did it just like that. Is there a problem?"

The old man's face sank, "Do you think that only cutting sashimi can easily show sword skills?"

He turned his head, the kitchen blade in his hand rose and fell.

Bang Bang Bang!

In a few blinks, the body of the chicken is getting smaller, turning into pieces of chicken of equal size.

There is no doubt about the sharpness of the knife and the skill of the old man. Xia Yu's eyebrows jumped when she saw it. In her vision, the pieces of meat spread on the cutting board were exquisite, and they looked beautiful and had indescribable qualities.

Where is it different?

Xia Yu bit her finger, tangled, staring at the cutting board and steaming pot, moving back and forth.

Size?He moved his gaze to the steaming steamer still steaming, and the chicken nuggets in the soup were almost the same as those cut out by the old man.

Obviously, there is no difference between Xia Yu and the old man in terms of the size of the meat.

From another perspective, "knife power" is to decompose the ingredients and make them smaller, and size is undoubtedly the key!

In terms of ergonomics, the most suitable size for general food is "a bite"!

Therefore, if someone takes a ruler to measure the size of the chicken cut by the old man and Xia Yu, he can find an amazing number code.

One inch, 3.5 cm.

"Brother Xia, your sword skill makes Yu brother feel ashamed!"

Lan Fengxian spoke here.

He saw the kitchen fall into silence, and he lost the opportunity to bubbling to indicate a sense of existence, and then he said to Xia Yu: "Sword skill, in simple terms, is to cut off the tissue of the food, so in order to maximize the freshness of the food, it should be avoided as much as possible. Destroy the tissue of the food when the knife is cut."

"Destroyed, complete."

"Except for the influence of knives, the gap in the skill of famous knives is reflected in the cutting and cutting technology."

Lan Fengxian said so.

The old man looked calm and put the cut chicken neatly into the steamer.

The ingredients are chicken, cyanobacteria, and other auxiliary materials.

An hour later, another portion of steamer chicken soup was brought to the table, and Xia Qing pointed to the two portions of chicken soup on the table, "Let’s eat it!"

Xia Yu struggled for an hour.

What is the mystery of cutting chicken?

He just turned on Super Vision, and he didn't think there was a lot of technical content. "It's so special, I don't believe it. Everyone chops chicken and cooks chicken soup with exactly the same ingredients. Why am I not as good as the old man? "

With this unyielding heart, Xia Yu took two spoons, first ate one of his own, and then tasted the old man's chicken soup.

Ok?

what happened!

The soup is imported, not to mention other flavors, Xia Yu pays close attention to the deliciousness of the chicken on the tongue.

"boom!"

The coastline fortress that seemed to be smashed by a stormy sea.

"Only in terms of chicken soup, it's better than mine...why is the difference so obvious?" Xia Yu took a deep breath, barely keeping a trace of calmness, changed his chopsticks, and went to pick up the chicken in the old man's steamer.

After the teeth were bitten, the fleshy fibers were broken, as if bowstrings rang together, and the ears heard wonderful music.

The elasticity and taste of the meat make the scalp numb.

My God... Is this still chicken?

Xia Yu seemed to see an eminent monk holding a knife. The eminent monk was kind-eyed, chanting the Buddha's name, and swung his knife at the smooth chicken on the cutting board.

Bang Bang Bang!

There is no trace of blood, but Buddha's light blooms.

Vaguely, the shape of the chicken appeared on the chopping board, and the cry came out, loud and happy, without a trace of pain.

Xia Yu was shocked.

This, this is an indescribable kind of sword technique!8)