Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 241 Power Enhanced Version

"Yam root?"

If you only use your eyes to distinguish, there will be such a visual conclusion.

Moreover, if it is to create flavor, it is indeed feasible to use yam powder instead of some starch, and no fault can be found!

But Nakiri Senzaemon watched intently, in Xia Yan's hands, the white plant rhizomes gradually shrunk, shortened rapidly, and finally disappeared completely, and fell into a state of contemplation.

as predicted.

Next, Xia Yan squeezed the "meat stuffing" into meatballs.

I saw the white balls that tightly wrapped the tentacles of the octopus without leaving any dead ends, one by one, emerging from the mouth of Xia Yan's palm.

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, it was a normal meatball, not some moth-like 'octopus ball'.

When the stuffing in the pot is completely rolled into white balls, the "paper pot" on the stove just reaches the boiling state, and the mist fills the air.

click!
Turn off the fire!
Hearing the crisp sound of the valve, Caibo Chaoyang on the live broadcast end immediately stopped, held his breath, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and didn't want to miss any words that followed. However, he found that there was a sudden silence on the other side, and the silence lasted There are several minutes.

Disconnected, stuck?

With a suspicious face and more impatient Caibo Chaoyang rushed to the mobile phone stand, and was about to pick up the mobile phone to reconnect, when a slightly sharp exclamation suddenly came out from the speaker, and his hands trembled:
"My God! What a clear soup!"

A female voice is that of Jun Xijian, a female authority on perfumery, who she witnessed with her own eyes.

Immediately afterwards, there was a wave of riots.

"broth!"

"But the taste is very strong..."

"Hey, none of the ingredients have been boiled and simmered? Is the soup boiled in this way really rich and full of flavor?"

Integrate the key information in these words and sentences in your mind.

In front of Caibo Chaoyang, there seemed to be a steaming pot on the stove——

In the fluorescent white foil paper pan.

Matsutake, Coprinus pilosula, Boletus... Anyway, it's a series of delicacies, including the strange mushroom that has no name yet and is tentatively identified as the alienated version of 'truffle'.

Their essence penetrated into the clear water, so the "water" became soup.

But the problem is.

Caibo Chaoyang couldn't imagine the color of the soup. According to the noisy words in the voice, if the heat is not enough and the mushrooms are not boiled, the soup can't be dark yellow and cloudy.

However, before Bo Chaoyang could construct a complete dish in his mind, another movement came from the live broadcast.

"Casseroles?"

Click, the second stove ignited a faint fire, but this time Xia Yan put it on, it was not a "paper pot", but a heavy casserole.

The exact same set of ingredients can be called a copy, and even the placement seems to be the same.

The only difference is...

Gin Dojima, Ichiro Saibajo, and Kojiro Shinomiya all stared at the 'white meatballs' placed in it. In their eyes, the young chef, who had never been out of sight, poured a pot of boiling soup , After a process of filtering impurities with a clean metal screen, it is directly poured into the casserole.

of course.

In the eyes of everyone, the impurity filtration of the metal screen is more like a form and a ceremony.

The soup flows from the upper end into the casserole at the lower end.

As a result, there is no trace of impurities remaining on the surface of the metal mesh with dense pores.

This scene is inexplicably shocking.

The "flavor" in the air cannot be faked.

This is a pot of soup with a lot of flavor, even if the ingredients are not boiled, they are boiled.

And the so-called impurities are the tiny substances separated from the rotting ingredients.

"No erosion, avoid deposition of impurities."

“Deliciousness guaranteed at the same time!”

Everyone in the research institute looked at each other.

A group of old men on the board of directors seemed to be extremely contradictory and violated the common sense of cooking, but what actually happened was also surprising and a little incomprehensible.

Nakiri Senzaemon didn't make any comments, and was quiet amidst the repeated turmoil. He saw Xia Yan turn the 'white ball' into the second pot and put it on the second stove , actually slowly closed his eyes.

"10 minutes!"

At this time, Xia Yan turned around, crossed his index fingers to the crowd around the open kitchen, and compared the uppercase number "ten" that everyone in neon understands.

10 minutes, if you are at the scene, talk about the dishes with the people around you, chat for a day, and it will pass quickly.

But for Caibo Chaoyang on the other end of the voice, the experience is very bad. I can't see the real-time cooking screen of the dishes, I don't know what the 'white meatball' looks like, and I can't guess the soup and the contents of the pot. Color and condition.

Anyway, it's just a dazed face.

"All right--"

Xia Yan, when the time reached a certain point and cooking information appeared in his vision, he took out the bowls and spoons and prepared to arrange them neatly, and greeted him without raising his head: "The portions are limited, the ingredients are expensive, and there are many people. , so the amount of each bowl will not be too much."

While speaking, he used spoons and chopsticks to finish loading and unloading the first bowl.

Before Xia Yan asked who wanted this bowl of food, a big hand stretched out from outside the bar.

"Please."

Xia Yan froze for a moment, handed the bowl to this person, and then looked up, seeing Nakiri Senzaemon, the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly, as expected of an old hunter and old fox waiting for an opportunity, One hit will hit, dog hits dog.

Senzaemon held the small and delicate porcelain bowl in his palm, and looked down.

Compared with the color of the soup when it was boiled in the first "paper pot", there is no change.

The second set of ingredients is cooked, and the 'white meatballs' that have just been kneaded are also cooked through. Against the background of the light orange soup, the surroundings of the meatballs are shimmering, and even the meatballs themselves seem to have an abnormal rendering light effect.

The commander-in-chief Yuanyue looked directly at the past, with a subtle awe in his eyes.

He was the first to drop the spoon and scooped up a ball.

Swallow it in one gulp without blinking an eye!
piping hot.

Before the teeth are bitten, the sweetness spreads violently in the mouth.

"This is not yam root!"

A trace of surprise flashed in Nakiri Senzaemon's eyes.

Yam, in fact, has no taste. If you want to describe it, it has a soft and glutinous taste, which can be related to "sweetness". But at this time, the ingredients that make up most of the meatball body, besides the faint sweetness, actually give the tongue a peculiar milky taste .

This is a kind of fragrance, pure natural, pollution-free, absolutely natural milk taste, as the teeth invade the meatball layer by layer, it explodes in sweetness.

click!
The teeth finally chewed and ate the octopus tentacles hidden in the inner layer of the meatball.

"Ho..." The umami taste that suddenly swept out along the teeth, combined with the sweet and milky taste, Nakiri Senzaemon suddenly opened his eyes wide.

A giant tree with countless vines hanging down.

slam-la-

(End of this chapter)