The beauty collector of halberd

One knife, one knife, another knife, every time it falls, it gently touches the chopping board and makes a pleasant sound.

With a flash of silver light, the thin, silky sheets lay quietly on the chopping board.

"This, this is"

Sitting on the chair, Aunt Wenxu looked at the silver light flying in Lin Feng's hand and said in surprise, "Thousands of Tofu!"

Although she was only serving as the auntie in Jixingliao, when Fumitsu Dai Mido was young, she was also a chef with superb cooking skills.

Therefore, she knew very well that Lin Feng's action at the moment was to cut the tofu into thousands of threads.

If it is a chef with more than ten years of experience, Fumio Dai Mido might not be suspicious, but Lin Feng in front of him is only a first-year student in the higher education department, how could he have such a method?

Isshiki Hui, who was halfway through the cooking process, turned to see this scene, marveling at the same time, but also glad that she had not chosen to cook casually, otherwise she would lose in a mess.

It seems that Jun Lin is really a hidden guy, how can he be a mediocre person who can say that at the opening ceremony?

Not only did Isshiki Hui think so, but Xingping Chuangzhen gritted his teeth and devoted himself to cooking.

Just because of the difference in knife skills, the two are already worlds apart. To win Lin Feng, he must cook even better than the other.

"Slicing is complete, the next step is shredding."

As he said, as the blade turned, Lin Feng's original slow motion quickly changed, and the kitchen knife in his hand jumped quickly on the slice, and the thin filament quickly appeared on the cutting board.

Not only Lin Feng devoted himself to cooking, but Tian Suohui and others were also deeply attracted by this scene.

Like a symphony resounding in the auditorium, the prelude is dull and long. With a sudden change, the music becomes cheerful, and the pitch is constantly rising, as if it has entered a climax.

When everyone came back to their senses, Lin Feng had finished shredding the tofu, and the special tofu on the chopping board disappeared. Instead, the arrangement was neatly arranged, each of which was slightly thicker than the hair, and thousands of tofu shreds!

Surprised, shocked, stunned, with a look of disbelief

If it were not for witnessing with their own eyes, no one would dare to believe that this is food made with a kitchen knife.

"call"

Lin Feng took a deep breath, and his tight heart relaxed.

Even with the hand of God, plus countless trainings in the Temple of the God of Cooking.As a chef, Lin Feng is still demanding of himself to the point of perfection in all aspects.

Therefore, it took Lin Feng a lot of attention to cut the tofu into thousands of threads.

After carefully putting the shredded tofu into a large bowl filled with warm water, Lin Feng started cooking delicious fish soup.

Cooking, heat, temperature, time, every detail, Lin Feng has done perfectly, and everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

"Two, I'm almost done, how about you?"

Taking a little free time, Lin Feng looked at the two people, Xingping Chuangzhen and Issehui who were also busy, and joked.

"An Xin, I won't let them wait too long!" Xingping Chuangzhen and Isshiki Hui said at the same time.

At this moment, the two people's cooking is gradually coming to an end, and the rich fragrance floats from the kitchen counter, lingering over the hall.

Text 53. Oyster fish rice ball with tea and rice, pepper-grilled oyster fish with puree

hall.

Everyone gathered around the table and glanced at the kitchen from time to time.

The rich scent hovered over the hall, attracting the minds of everyone present at all times.

Patter.

Xinghei Soji walked to the table with a small bowl, and put the three dishes in front of Aunt Wenxu, Tian Suohui, and Yoshino Yuuhime.

"Please taste."

With that said, Xingping Chuangzhen handed the chopsticks to the three of them, with a confident smile on his face.

The three snow-white porcelain bowls placed on the table are full of rice that shines with pure white light, like snow.The meat of fish came out of the rice silently, and the fragments of vanilla floated back and forth on the kelp tea, just looking at it can make people appetite.

"Really, serving this kind of meal will definitely make people hungry."

With that said, Yoshino Yuuhime had already picked up the chopsticks, took a step ahead of the other two, took the rice grains into her mouth, and began to taste.

After Omito Fumio Wada Sorui sniffed the scent wafting from the bowl, he started to taste the dishes with his chopsticks.

"Well"

The three of them stopped their movements at the same time, and the expressions on their faces changed slightly.

The faint salty taste and fragrance mixed together, impacting the taste buds of the three people, and unspeakable comfort emerged spontaneously.

This dish perfectly interprets the moment when spring begins, and symbolizes that the fish in the spring life broke through the ice and was born in the snow.

"awesome."

"Awesome."

"delicious."

The three people put down their chopsticks, and the tea-zuke rice in the bowl was wiped out.

"The fish skin is crispy, the fish meat is soft in the mouth, and the delicious kelp tea is really a good dish."

For a long time, Fumio Daimito commented on Yuping Chuangzhen's cuisine, and at the same time asked: "Xinghei, what is the name of this dish?"

"Grilled fish rice balls with chazuke rice is the 20th dish on the hidden menu of Koping Restaurant."

Xingping Chuangzhen removed the leucorrhea tied to his forehead, glanced at the crowd and said, "The hospitality is not good!"

"Since it is the 20th, that is to say there are nineteen in front, it really seems to be tasted"

For food, Yoshino Yuuhime has always been incessant, and only good food can make people happy.

"It seems that I am not too late yet."

The voice came from the kitchen door, and everyone followed the sound.

I saw Isshihui who was wearing an apron, holding three plates in both hands, and walking towards everyone.

"It turns out that Xinghei-kun made tea-zuke rice, and it smells delicious."

Putting the dishes on the table, Isshiki Hui caught a glimpse of the porcelain bowl next to her.

Snow-white rice grains floated on top of the kelp tea, smelling the fragrance, and Isshiki Hui spoke out the dishes made by Koppei Soma.