Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 239

"Shouldn't the correct use of truffles be as a side dish?"

"That's right!"

"Excessive cooking and heating will damage the unique aroma of truffles..."

The old guys on the board were talking too.

They may have been pampered for a long time, they have servants to take care of them in their daily life, and they even have celebrity chefs, but at least as seniors and famous experts in the industry, they will not appear to be ignorant.

Xia Yan really wanted to applaud, yes, you are too right to refute, and he will not refute anything.

In fact, the way to eat 'truffles' is really psychedelic.

Even if it is a Western-style mushroom and matsutake soup, the 'truffle' will not be mixed with other ingredients and cooked together and then thrown into the cooking machine to be crushed. Instead, put one or two slices on the plate and bowl. , or simply sprinkle dry powder, as embellishment, decoration.

But it would be a big mistake to think of 'truffle slices' as a side dish only for decoration.

however……

Who said his 'alienated ingredients' are rooted in truffles?
The corners of Xia Yan's eyes twitched slightly, listening to the suspicious voices on all sides, he didn't feel depressed at all, and he didn't have a dime to justify his eagerness. Now he is helpless, funny and embarrassing.

Big guys...

The starting point for you to start the topic is wrong!Outrageous!
stop me!
Shaking his head, Xia Yan put aside his amused mood for the time being. In front of everyone's eyes, he must be serious and not have distracting thoughts when facing a live cooking that harvests the [deviation value].

First of all.

Xia Yan just threw a small stack of "elf mushrooms" into the sink, turned on the faucet, and soaked them with the amount of water that slightly submerged the mushrooms.

Immediately, Xia Yan did not turn around to get a series of ingredients such as matsutake, chicken fir mushroom, and boletus.

Instead, in front of everyone, I went to the cabinet for storing tools in the venue, and quickly found a large sheet of uncut tin foil and a thick stack of special kitchen paper that is not easy to boil after soaking in water.

"Crack, click—"

The sound of scissors, cutting, spread in the suddenly quiet venue.

Seeing that Xia Yan was obviously doing it himself, using a slightly clumsy manual method to improvise some tools.

Dojima Silver: "?"

Shinomiya Kojiro: "???"

"Confused behavior!"

"Shura" said Saibajo Ichiro in a low voice with a strange tone.

Hearing the man's adoptive father and art master, he rarely expressed hesitation and puzzlement in his tone. Caibo Chaoyang, who was on the phone's voice live broadcast, was like an ant on a hot pot. He was so anxious that he wandered around the table again, circling around, "He, What the hell did you do?!"

Caibo Chaoyang's mood at this time can be described as regret.

He felt that he used the identity of 'Suzuki Lecturer' to infiltrate the Yuanyue campus, and he suddenly got a cold shot. Instead, he got a bloody "vegetable" defeat and didn't mention it. Officials from Yuanyue's lineage are conducting an all-out investigation.

So, at the present witness meeting that broke Yuanyue's school history, he racked his brains and couldn't get close. In the end, he begged his adoptive father in every possible way, and then followed up outside the venue with an offline voice broadcast.

within the venue.

Standing with folded arms among a group of old guys on the board of directors, Yuan Yue, whose figure and imposing manner cannot be ignored, stared at Xia Yan as he carefully folded a whole piece of cut-out tinfoil paper, and finally made it into a The shape of an open square container:

"……pot?"

A confused voice came out of his mouth, the piercing scar on his right eye trembled slightly, and the clogs on the soles of Senzaemon's feet made crisp footsteps, he took two steps closer, and walked out of the crowd:

"Why use 'tinfoil' specially cut and folded into a pot?"

As he said that, his eyes glanced at the ingredients piled up on the kitchen counter. In addition to a series of dazzling mushrooms, there were also yams, yams, and burdocks.

Nakiri Senzaemon stretched out his finger, "Is there a step of roasting your "Sanzhen Nabe"? "

"Baked..."

The eyes of the people around them lit up.

Tin foil, the usual appearance and appearance, is undoubtedly closely related to the word "baked", whether it is an oven, microwave oven or near a charcoal stove, it is a common cooking tool.

But before Dojima Gin and Shinomiya Kojiro could comment, the crowd around the open kitchen suddenly froze.

Not an oven, a charcoal stove, or a microwave.

The "pot" that is folded and sticky with tinfoil is so majestic and directly placed on the stove!
This is not over yet.

Nakiri Senzaemon's eyes, which are getting deeper and deeper like Gutan, are reflecting Xia Yan's next actions——

Take kitchen paper and spread out.

The size is exactly the same as the four walls and bottom of the tin foil square open pot, which fits closely!

At first glance, these hard white papers covered with fine holes constitute the "lining" of the pot, with two layers inside and outside!

Matsutake, Coprinus mushroom, Boletus.

Yam, sweet potato, burdock.

One and the same ingredient, it seems that the processing steps have been completed on the intelligent mechanical assembly line. In just two to three minutes, the cleaning and knife work are finished, and the most picky customers can't pick the bones of the egg.

Make one pile for the flakes, and make another two or three piles for the ones that are in the shape of strips and keep the shape of the mushroom.

The space inside the pot was quickly filled with ingredients.

"Grumble~"

The sound of pouring water.

After a few big ladles, the clear water will overflow the space of the "handmade pot".

Near the open kitchen, Nakiri Senzaemon and the stove are separated by a table, watching the water in the pot rise slowly, even if the clear water has submerged some mushrooms at the top, this "devil king of food" ' Didn't look away.

He looked at the ingredients in the clear water, because of the lights above the stadium, the ingredients shimmering slightly.

The pupils constricted at that moment, as if finding the bottom of a clear stream and suddenly swimming out a group of silver fish.

Nakiri Senzaemon turned his attention to the most shining "pearl" in the pot.

That's the main character.

The rest of the ingredients are just green leaves.

"It's not sliced, but put in the whole piece?" Nakiri Senzaemon's eyes flashed sharply, "Only on the surface, did you cut the 'knife flower'?"

Dojima Gin and Shinomiya Kojiro, one on the left and one on the right, approached.

Looking closely at the few pieces of "elf mushrooms" that are almost placed on the top, they looked at each other in amazement.

The uneven surface was forcibly cut into beautiful and neat 'cross knife flowers', so the internal situation of the alienated mushroom, which had never been seen before, was exposed to their sight——

Fair and delicate!
"Is there no texture?" Dojima Yin was surprised.

"This doesn't look like a 'truffle'!" Shinomiya Kojiro shook his head, his eyes deep, "As far as I have seen, the processed truffle varieties, cross-cut, cut into slices, the cross-section is like snowflake beef texture distribution of

"The drier it dries, the more pronounced the texture will be!"

The voices of discussion around did not stop when Xia Yan put the ingredients into the pot one after another.

"interesting--"

"Shura" Saibajo Ichiro said with a smile on his lips, "The appearance looks like some wild black truffles in the forest, but the inside is so pure and flawless. At first glance, I thought it was some kind of cream with 'black on the outside and white on the inside' Sandwich snacks."

The other end of the voice broadcast.

Cai Bo Chaoyang picked up the words of his adoptive father and master from the air, and complained fiercely:
"So, it's just similar in shape and appearance!"

"The properties of the ingredients, and even the way of cooking and eating, have been completely changed and changed. We can no longer use the perspective of 'truffle' to look at such a brand new ingredient..."

In the middle of the conversation, Caibo Chaoyang suddenly got stuck.

because.

There was a crisp voice coming from the phone, which seemed to have a strong sense of presence even in a noisy environment——

"Crack!"

Stove, light up!

(End of this chapter)