Rebirth as a Cooking God

The two girls, standing one on the other, did not dare to get too close to the stove and the red pot.

A vacuum sterilized bottle with egg liquid contains clear egg yolks. The egg whites have been removed by Xia Yu before being stored separately. The other is the end plate, in which is the "jeweled meat cubes" that still emit the scent of curls.

Uh!

Uh!

The two-handed spatula waved, the teenager's expression was focused, and the pot was covered with flames. It was difficult for the naked eye to break through the sea of ​​fire to see the rice inside, but he seemed to be in control of everything. The strong confidence gas field made Tangdao Yin and Caibo. Chengichiro lost his voice.

What will he do next?

Pour diced meat and egg liquid directly?

Because I don't know the situation of the rice, even Zhu Qing, who is a chef, is ignorant.

The flame not only cuts off the line of sight, the heat flow also shields the senses of the chef.

Simply put, instead of Zhu Qing himself in front of the stove, I am afraid that I can only watch the rice burned by flames and burnt.

"If you use "qi"..."

Suddenly, a trace of waves appeared in Zhu Qing's eyes.

"Dice, pour it!"

Said the boy.

The green plums and horses waiting for the battle, immediately stepped forward, the plate tilted, the diced meat fell down, and disappeared into the flames in the blink of an eye, as if swallowed. The girl turned away with sweat on her face.

"Egg liquid, pour it!"

Another girl with golden hair came up, the same face oozing sweat, but bit her lip and pour out the last drop of egg liquid.

During this period, Xia Yu never stopped waving the shovel.

The higher the temperature, the faster the tampering. Otherwise, even if the ingredients are in contact with the inner wall of the red iron pan for even half a second, they will directly paste without any room for rescue.

But it's not just the inner wall that will burn food.

The flame on the pot also burns and roasts the ingredients, so at this time the rice, diced meat and egg liquid in the Chinese iron pan are simply being subjected to high-temperature double-sided pinch, it is no wonder that chef Lin Lin Zhu feels tricky, so Under the circumstances, if you are not a special stunt owner, you are wasting taboo ingredients that ruin your money.

"what?!"

Azumi Rina gripped the empty vacuum flask and backed away, but Xiumu stared at Xia Yu's rotating right arm, making a startle.

Yes.

The arm rotates while holding the spatula.

This technique of faintly drawing circles gives a group of relatives and friends a strong sense of familiarity.

"Ah, isn't that the kind of cooking skills?" Tian Suohui and Morita Masaki were also surprised.

"Can "Bai Luo Snake Refinement" be used this way? "

Zhu Qing's small mouth simply opened to the limit.

Yuchuan Ayaka suddenly said: "A few months ago, he used similar techniques to cook the "Elysian Sishen Congee" in the super-level assessment. At that time, the pot was hot, similar to the technique of rotating and drawing circles. It is to allow the ingredients to move in a rapid rotation to avoid staying in a temperature zone for too long and zooming in."

"It turned out to be a small way to control the fire!" Ichiro Caibo nodded.

I don’t know why, I looked at the young man holding a spatula and squeezing the red pot fried rice, just like watching a cursive script where everyone walked the dragon snake on the ground, giving a harmonious rhythm.

Guru's demeanor!

The head jumped out of this evaluation wonderfully.

Azusa cut thistle face with a twitch.

"All right!"

The young man suddenly said, everyone was surprised, but saw the young man holding a spatula with two hands and struck hard, so there was a gleam of light, breaking the flame of the pot surface, and falling into the prepared container next to the stove.

Um, the spatula waved again, and the second group of hot fried rice wrapped with stars and flames, drawn a beautiful arc and fell down.

This cycle.

The spatula waved a dozen times in just a few seconds.

When the last ball of fried rice left the red pot with flames, Xia Yu's arms fell, and his muscles and nerves tightened for about half an hour.

"finished!"

After throwing away the spatula and looking at the fried rice in the stainless steel container, Xia Yu suddenly smiled.

"Look!"

Zhu Qing came first.

"There is no scorching smell!"

Smelling the odor, Dojima Silver and Ichiro Caibo looked at each other in surprise, and strode forward to the counter.

"Really succeeded?!"

Yi cut thistle suspiciously, and when he moved closer, the counter was surrounded by groups. The ghost father was helpless, and he could only walk on the periphery to the counter. Shocked.

Among the crowd, Xia Yu laughed at the noisy discussion.

Picking up the first porcelain bowl, Morita gave him a spoon. Xia Yu took the spoon and picked up a large spoon of fried rice in the container. The kitchen was quiet all the time, and everyone's eyes converged on the spoon's crystal clear fried rice.

The diced meat and rice are distinct.

Moreover, the dishes are obviously different from "Golden Inlaid Jade".

In this fried rice, the diced meat and rice grains seemed to cover a layer of flame.

But look carefully, this coat does not exist, it seems to be just an illusion.

"Illusion?"

Seeing Xia Yu's bowl, everyone swallowed.

"Who do you want?"

Xia Yu handed out a bowl filled with fried rice.

"I'll come first!" Zhu Qing shouted and grabbed the porcelain bowl. She even prepared a small spoon. While taking the bowl, the spoon scooped up a bit of fried rice and placed it under her eyes to observe.

"Oh--"

Can not help but sigh.

From a close look, Zhu Qing only understood what the "flame coat" I just saw was actually a thin layer of grease, but it could not be ignored. The grease is transparent and there is a flash of flame, which adds a lot of color to the dishes.

But is it just decoration?

Swallow with doubt!

"Cough~www.readwn.com~Cough!"

The fair-skinned and pretty face turned red instantly, Zhu Qing had a meal, caught off guard, like swallowing an exploding volcano, immediately bending down and coughing violently, sweating like rain, which looked more painful than pouring chili water.

Call, call.

But soon, Zhu Qing freed another hand to pat a large-scale breast, and refused to support Tian Suhui and Yuchuan Misa.

"No, no."

Vaguely speaking, Zhu Qing was chewing rice grains seriously.

Titicaca.

Crisp broken sound.

The diced meat shattered, the juice flowed into the pores, and Zhu Qingjiao trembled and continued to chew.

The rice grain covering the egg coat was broken.

The crispy smell of eggs and rice broke through her nose and mouth. She let out a hot breath and immediately put the porcelain bowl in it, leaving the spoon in the bowl too, and fled to hide her face, and a slightly panicked voice came from the corridor:

"I go to the bathroom, don't move my bowl..."

A few drops of fragrant sweat sprinkled in the air.

Everyone looked at each other.

Xia Yu laughed quietly, the golden frame burst into flames and was invincible. This was really overdose.

Chef Lin can't stop the amount of medicine.

He took the porcelain bowl again, installed the second bowl of hot rice, and glanced at his relatives and friends with self-confident eyes. "...Who do you want?"

A group of people couldn't help being afraid to step back.

Seeing Zhu Qing's tasting response, everyone hesitated.

"I come!"

"I need to!"

Two clear voices almost simultaneously.

People look at Jin Lin's Erina, and then look at Morita Maki with long black straight hair.

The two of them seemed to be fighting each other and looked at each other with strange flashes in their eyes.

"That's good, you guys eat it." Xia Yu first handed out the bowl of rice in her hand, and didn't see who picked it up. She turned around and filled the third bowl.