Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

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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 a grill 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" 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 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 is made by three types of fire:'fried','boiled' and'stewed', but there is no'roast'!

Moreover, if it’s grilled meat, the juice will evaporate severely and it will become dry. Then, bite and chew hard with the very strong ramen. Doesn’t it add a burden to 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 in the classroom, the young lecturer's doctrine is still unreadable with some mystery, then the current "barbecue" fire is really insightful.

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 essence 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 expose the "origin" and show them.

Simple.

There is no need to use "Morse Oil" as the casting material. In the small oven, there is very ordinary fruit charcoal, but the fireworks make a "chuck" sound under the control of an invisible hand. How do you describe it? It is probably a hand-held flame spray gun. , Press the fire button, the blue high-temperature flame locks the meat slices on the grill into a beam of light, impact!

Simple, straightforward and rude.

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

"Look at the mountains as mountains."

"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 gone all the way of "heating" let his pure white canvas be stained with a trace of ink!Not scientific!impossible!

"Try it?"

Xia Yu raised her head and glanced over, facing Xia Shu Nunu's mouth in Shanben, a piece of half charred roast pork was clamped with chopsticks, placed on a small plate, and handed out.

The abbot of Qing Mu Zong Tai and Yizhen surrounds the dish at the bottom of the shirt.

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

It was indeed scorched. 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, as well as what the mouth and taste buds taste for the first time, are all bitter.

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 grilled meat. The most time-consuming side dish is produced. Japanese-style ramen is left with the frequently used'boiled egg','tender bamboo shoots','green onion','seaweed' and'red ginger' 'Wait, Xia Yu only picks'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.

Therefore, the green seasonal vegetables are quite conspicuous in the 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 were turned on. Aoki Sect was too advanced to turn on the lights. Xia Yu and Shanben each carried a tray and sat on the tatami that had been 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."

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 is pressed at the bottom by'roasted meat','tender bamboo shoots','boiled egg' and a few seasonal vegetables.

The whole bowl of noodles is filled with 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, and she felt an indescribable sense of comfort, 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 drooping posture.

Huh, what about the bitterness of'barbecue'?

The nose sniffed.

Shanben first set down 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 as simple as odor disappearing.

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 cockscomb young man on the tatami suddenly tightened, and the toes even cramped.

brittle!

bitter!

However, when the teeth of the inner layer of tender meat were chewed 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?"

"Intentionally burnt the shell, just to create a'scorched taste'?"

"What about this intention?"

Shanben Xiashu scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks, chewing incessantly, always feeling that something was missing. Suddenly, the food residue in his mouth felt dry, and his brain flashed, "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 burnt by flames, and new buds bloomed as he watched.

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

I don't know why, Shanben felt that this scene was full of Zen, and compared to the comfort 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 the fifth person.