Eternal food paradise

I should...

Xia Yan is in trouble.

The difficulty with this kind of impromptu show is that there is no preparation.

He couldn't just take out the bean paste and the strange mustard that came with the treasure box in front of everyone.

To put it simply, any improvisation is extremely demanding.

The same goes for cooking.

Therefore, we can only return to the most basic ‘seasoning’, ‘heating’ and ‘knife skills’.

Unless you point out super advancements like 'Bull Blue Dragon Slash' and 'Arhat Crystal Slash', [Sword Skill] is the least obvious and has too little impact.

[Seasoning] and [heat] are different... Xia Yan opened his personal panel.

3 unused idle skill points.

After thinking for a while, he put it on [heat]. Xia Yan probably knew how to make a dish called 'Tamako Tofu'. The stronger the heat, the better.

[Fire]——Basic fire (advanced 2/2)——Firewood earth stove (cannot be upgraded)——?

The second advancement point is out?!

Xia Yan's heart was pounding, and his heart was beating fast.

Holding the grass, there is only one request, don’t make it crooked again! Don't be crooked!

After two or three seconds, the information was quickly displayed in the blank space:

A pot: A pot is a kind of cooking utensil, but any pot is a daily general pot for you...

With the experience of firewood earth stove really fragrant, Xia Yan did not underestimate the advancement of one pot this time. Whether there was anything wrong with it, he could only use it for actual cooking and test the truth with practice.

at the same time.

When Xia Yanyou left the Jixingliao dormitory this morning and went to Yuanyue Club's cooking room to hone his cooking skills, he swallowed a 'soothing pill', and the countdown to the effect of the medicine was displayed on his personal panel:

Time remaining - 16 hours.

This medicinal effect buff is equivalent to the bumper of the quality of the work. No matter how much improvisation and practice, the quality will not be lower than the A grade in Totsuki's cooking class.

On the contrary, Xia Yan is more concerned about whether the medicinal buff and the new heat level will cause unexpected sparks...

To be precise.

Can the efficacy of the medicine help him quickly adapt to the first use and practice before he is fully familiar with and masters the advanced methods?

How to describe Xia Yan's current eagerness to try, unlike a chef facing the chopping board.

More like a researcher who is trying to prove a certain combination of factors.

…

Yukihira Soma was asked by his father to go to the ingredient warehouse next to the store and get another pack of 'Tamako Tofu' to give to the second Totsuki student occupying the kitchen.

Strictly speaking, ‘Tamako Tofu’ is not tofu, let alone a soy product.

Mainly made of eggs, vegetable protein and fresh soup, you can imagine how fragile it is. Regarding the craftsmanship of 'tamago tofu', the earliest publication dates back to 1785 in the Secret Box of Wanbao Cuisine.

Now Yukihira Soma and Yukihira Joichiro have become audiences and judges in their own restaurants.

Watching two Totsuki students cut the tamagoyaki tofu with the nickname Egg Yujing, Yukihira Soma was extremely serious.

I won’t mention it for a long time, focusing on Chinese cuisine and Sichuan cuisine.

You must know that no matter what cuisine, Chinese cuisine has very demanding requirements for basic skills such as knife skills and cooking skills. The foundation that Kuuga Teruki has honed since childhood shocked Soma Yukihira.

It's amazing... He couldn't help but whisper.

Yukihira Souma found that even though he had been taught by his father step by step since he was a few years old, and honed in the busy restaurant battlefield, his sword skills seemed to be on par with this guy with a bad mouth.

No, if it involves complicated sword skills, Souma Yukihira feels that he will be the desperate pursuer.

At this time.

He was lightly bumped with his elbow by the dad next to him.

Look at the other one.

Hearing the reminder from his father in a lowered voice, Yukihira Soma glanced at Xia Yan, who had little presence next to Kuga Teruki, and was stunned for a moment.

too fast.

He came to the kitchen counter a little later than Kuga Teruki, but he had already cut the tofu, minced meat, ginger and garlic, and was now slicing a few fresh red peppers.

In the Xingping public cafeteria, most of the guests are local aborigines, so the chili peppers prepared are actually not spicy. Xingping Soma saw the Totsuki senior frowning in dissatisfaction and whispered: How is this spicy? I have the nerve to call you Chili Pepper, rubbish, it really embarrasses the Chili Pepper family...

Yukihira and his son:? ? ?

They are not spicy yet. These peppers have been stored in the warehouse for several days after being purchased. They will be at their best in another week.

Then, Xing Ping Soma saw Xia Yan specially adjust the valve of the stove.

The pot of oil that their father and son had used for cooking began to boil again. Xia Yan coated each piece of corn tofu with cornstarch, but did not immediately put it in the oil pan and fry it. Instead, he turned around and asked specifically One sentence:

Is this sesame oil?

Souma Yukihira replied without thinking: It's sesame oil.

I saw Xia Yan giving a thumbs up.

Sure enough, the shabby appearance of Xingping Public Canteen is just to deceive the uninitiated. When Xia Yan was cutting Tamago Tofu and other ingredients just now, he noticed that the quality was outrageously high, as if they were operating regardless of cost.

It turns out that the oil used for deep-frying is the same, it is sesame oil which is relatively expensive. I am afraid that only those mid-to-high-end tempura restaurants are willing to spend money to use sesame oil.

After seeing Xia Yan asking, he just stood with his arms folded and waited for about two or three minutes.

Yukihira Soma was puzzled by his behavior and asked his father in a low voice: What is he doing?

Oil temperature, smoke point.

Yukihira Joichiro's answer was quite concise.

ah?

He knew the oil temperature, but he was a little confused about the 'smoke point'. After all, he had never gone to a specialized cooking school, so he didn't understand the meaning of certain words in cooking theory.

I told you, Chuangzhen, the smoke point of sesame oil is about 210 degrees. The specifics depend on the brand.

Yukihira Joichiro's smile seemed meaningful: And he is trying to control the oil temperature...

After all, 70% of fried food depends on the oil temperature.

Yukihira Soma asked with his eyes widened: What about the remaining 30%, dad?

He glanced at his son and said, 20% depends on the dough and 10% depends on the ingredients.

Finally, seeing Xia Yan start to use chopsticks to pick up the tamagoyaki one by one and put it in the oil pan, Yukihira Joichiro continued to say calmly: Soma, the guy next to him just made a comment about you. You are right about sesame oil? The oil temperature was not controlled enough. The temperature was almost close to the smoke point before frying. If it was a little later, it would become the oil temperature of McDonald's fried food...

Hearing that his father also complained about him, Yukihira Soma was unhappy with veins on his forehead.

It's not like you deliberately set yourself up for me by frying oil first. I had no choice but to follow you and use the same pot of oil. And the stove valve hasn't been adjusted yet. How could the oil temperature not be high?

Oops.

The drug father took a look and found that his son was not as naive as he appeared, but rather thoughtful. He soon realized the trap he had deliberately set in the father-son bureau.

When Xing Ping Soma saw Xia Yan frying, he took the time to scan the kitchen.

What do you need? he couldn't help asking.

“Do you have a cast iron skillet?”

have……

Xing Ping Soma found a pure black pot and looked at the heavy pot. Then Xia Yan put the pot on the stove, heated the oil, added ginger, garlic and minced meat, and stir-fried together.

嗗嗗嗗~

The surging smoke and fragrant aroma spread throughout the store.

Witness this scene.

Yukihira and his son looked at each other.

I probably know his recipe. Souma Xingping slapped his palm and whispered excitedly.

Yukihira Joichiro smiled and moved his mouth slightly:

Teppanyaki.

I have to adjust my work and rest time recently, so the update time is a bit messy. Please forgive me. Once my work and rest time is adjusted, I will work hard to save the manuscript and update it regularly~