Rebirth as a Cooking God

kitchen.

"Are you satisfied with your knife skills?"

The old man asked and raised his finger on the steamer on the table.

In the pot, it is a deep blue clear soup, mainly made from the ingredients of "garlic chicken" and "blue star algae". The color of the soup is strange, but it also happens to line the ingredients.

What do you mean?

Xia Yu frowned straight.

It took him about an hour to cook the ramen noodle soup. When he turned around and kneaded soba, he was forcibly stopped by the old man and there was such a quarrel.

"If you have only researched the recipe for "Demon Ramen", it would be too disappointing!" The old man held his arms and criticized mercilessly, "I can judge yours without having to taste the finished product. The work is unqualified with me!"

Xia Yu's frontal horns jumped sharply.

"Did you eat nothing, and dare to say unqualified?!" Xia Yu was very upset.

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

One old and one young, their eyes collided in the air, and they did not give in to each other.

"Is not convinced?"

"That's for sure. I hate the king with the strongest mouth!"

"Would you like to comment in detail? Then I..."

Here, Xia Yu waved his hand and looked directly at the old man’s coffin face, his eyes sharp, "Don’t comment on the mouth! I heard the coach say, "The Devil King Ramen" recipe was co-created by you and you, then, old man you Take out the actual work and make me convinced!"

"Oh"

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

Xia Yu nodded, "Of course!"

In his eyes, he was about to move around, his face angry and calmly condensed cleanly, "Old man, you have to make me understand, how much is the difference between me and Dragon Realm now?"

After hearing this, Xia Qing also showed a faint smile on his face, "I get it."

The quarreling atmosphere in the kitchen was suddenly disappearing, as if it had never happened before. The old and the young cast their gazes at each other with their own little abacus in their hearts.

Lan Fengxian was stunned at the door.

Torn?

The sound of thunder is loud and the rain is small, which is difficult to understand the way grandpa and grandson get along.

"Brother Xia!"

The shouting at the door caused Xia Qing and Xia Yu to look back. In fact, they had long noticed that there were outsiders at the door.

"Lan Fengxian?"

Xia Qing frowned, calling his name, obviously not very cold to this person.

"Brother Xia, a long absence!"

Lan Fengxian handled things smoothly, calling his name directly to Xia Qing, without showing any slight difference, haha ​​smiled: "This is nothing to do, I'll come to you to visit the New Year. Brother Xia, don't think dumb brother is troublesome. ."

A stupid brother claimed to be distracted.

In terms of age, Lan Fengxian is a long circle of elders. Didn’t he listen to Lan Chuhan, who is the same as Zhu Qing, call him a grandfather, an old monster who was alive and well.

"sit"

However, Xia Qing's greeting seemed indifferent, pointing to the bench where he had just sat, so he put on an apron and walked to the kitchen counter.

Take out a square-headed mulberry knife from the knife holder. The side of the head is meaningful to the grandson: "Look good, learn hard."

Xia Yu pouted.

Snapped!

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

The thin and sharp blade, facing the chicken's spine, hangs but does not fall, Xia Qing suddenly said in a deep voice: "Kong Shengren once said that the cut was not right, and no food!"

"The so-called cutting and cutting, the decomposition of ingredients, reflects the knife skill everywhere."

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

Xia Yu nodded.

Ah!

Seeing the grandson responding like this, the old man had a sneer in the corner of his mouth, his hand fell off, the head of the chicken was removed, and then the whole chicken was cut from the center line into two symmetrical and equal halves, then the chicken wings were cut, thin and sharp The blade of the knife was cut along a round bone in the meat, and the entire meat wing was detached.

The wings and legs were cut off, and the chicken's body lay flat on the cutting board, but the old man stopped.

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

Xia Yu frowned, saying: "The old man you use is all the usual chopping of chickens and knives. I also did this just now. Is there a problem?"

The old man's face sank. "Don't you think that only cutting sashimi can easily show the skill of the knife?"

He looked back, and the kitchen blade went up and down.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

After a few blinks, the chicken's flesh is getting smaller, becoming chunks of chicken of equal size.

The sharpness of the knife and the skill of the old man are undoubtedly. Xia Yu saw his eyebrows straight. In the field of vision, the pieces of meat spread on the chopping board were exquisite, and they were beautiful to look at, with indescribable temperament.

What is the difference?

Xia Yu bit his finger and tangled, looking at the cutting board and steamer, moving back and forth.

Size? Looking at the steaming pot still steaming, the chicken nuggets in the soup, cut out from the old man, are generally the same.

Obviously, in terms of the size of the meat, Xia Yu and the old man are indistinguishable.

From another perspective, "knife work" is to break down 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, they can find the amazing digital password

One inch, 3.5 centimeters.

"Brother Xia, your skill makes Brother Fool feel ashamed!"

Lan Fengxian spoke here.

He saw that the kitchen was silent, and the bubbling of the opportunity showed that there was a sense of presence. Then he said to Xia Yu: "Dragon skill, in simple terms, is to cut off the organization of the ingredients, so to keep the deliciousness of the ingredients for maximum freshness, it should be avoided as much as possible. Destroy the tissue of the food when you cut the knife."

"Destroy, complete."

"Apart from the impact of the cutters~www.readwn.com~ The gap between the master's knife skills is reflected in the cutting and cutting technology."

Lan Fengxian said so.

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

Ingredients, there are chicken, cyanobacteria, and other accessories.

An hour later, another steamer chicken soup served on the table, Xia Qing pointed to two servings of chicken soup on the table, "Just eat it!"

Xia Yu struggled for an hour.

What is the mystery of cutting chicken?

He just opened Super Vision, and he didn’t think there was any full technical content. “It’s special, I don’t believe it. Everyone is chopping chicken and cooking chicken soup with the same ingredients. Why should I be as good as an old man? "

With this unwillingness to lose, Xia Yu took two spoons, first eat a spoonful of his own, and then taste the old man's chicken soup.

Ok?

what happened!

Soup imports, not to mention other flavors, Xia Yu pays close attention to the deliciousness of the chicken on his tongue.

"boom!"

The coastline fortress that burst its tongue like a storm.

"On the point of chicken broth, it's a bit stronger than mine... Why is the gap so obvious?" Xia Yu took a deep breath, barely maintaining a trace of calmness, changed chopsticks, and clipped the chicken in the old man's steamer.

Under the teeth, the fleshy fibers are cut off one by one, as if the bow strings are singing, and the ears hear beautiful music.

The elasticity of the meat and the texture of the meat make the scalp tingling.

My goodness... Is this still chicken?

Xia Yu seemed to see a monk holding a knife. The monk was kind-hearted, chanted the Buddha, and waved his knife at the sleek chicken on the cutting board.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

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

Indistinctly, the shape of the chicken appeared on the cutting board, and a cry came out, high and joyful, without any pain.

Xia Yu's heart shook.

This, this is an indescribable kind of knife! 8)