Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 44
"Here, the kitchen outfit you want—"

Nakiri Erina threw the strange clothes in her hands to Xia Yan, and then stood beside him, thinking that Xia Yan was in the way, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Leave me the kneading and kneading of the dough, I don't care about the other processes." Will step in, you can step aside now."

There was a thorn in the girl's words, Xia Yan just rolled his eyelids, okay, you are right.

The "God's Tongue" who had no time to spare and didn't go to high school stopped talking, Xia Yan took the kitchen clothes, put them on his body neatly, and looked down at himself.

Hey, I thought it was an old kimono worn by Senzaemon or the head of the Nakiri family, but I didn’t expect it to be a refreshing Japanese-style blouse, the kind that has no buttons and only a belt, and the sleeves are still very wide. You won't feel constrained when you cook in it.

The plain-colored material, and some high-end kimono-like patterns of flowers and birds, Xia Yan only looked at it for a few seconds before looking away.

He really doesn't have any special requirements for kitchen clothes, it can block grease and prevent oily smoke, and it is enough to protect the Yuanyue uniform on his body, so as not to get dirty after cooking.

Watching Nakiri Erina quickly immerse herself in her kneading work, she used a small bowl to prepare a mixture of water, sugar and yeast.

Xia Yan nodded secretly: "Then I have to hurry up!"

"Crack!"

I didn't do anything else, I put the black and gold 'cast iron pan' I just took off first, this pan is not in a hurry.

Turn on the fire and place an everyday pot on the hob.

Seeing that he unscrewed the bottle cap straight away and poured all the large bottle of 'Bean Sauce' into the pot, everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

"It's the 'Spicy Mountain' trick again?"

Yisehui was surprised.

"Such a method full of visual impact is not suitable for 'dim sum' recipes." Dojima Gin shook his head, his eyes flickering, "No matter what style of dim sum, it will not be spectacular, it is very big."

Too!Yisehui agrees, I am afraid there is no dim sum recipe that can accommodate a whole mountain of spicy food.

Jiuwo Zhaoji said in a muffled voice: "Look carefully, he is a fried—"

“Fried Doubanjiang!”

Within a few minutes, there was the sound of red oil boiling from the bottom of the pot.

Xia Yan shoveled the fried bean paste into a stainless steel basin for later use, then filtered it finely with a strainer, and obtained a bowl of red chili oil.

At this time, the pungent spicy smell has filled the air.

Nakiri Erina, who started kneading the dough, seemed to be holding her breath, her pretty face was stained red, her eyes widened, watching Xia Yan weigh a whole bowl of red oil with satisfaction, she felt the temperature inside her mouth rising , even the increased secretion of saliva also transmitted a subtle hot and stimulating feeling to her tongue.

"I said, can't we give up the hot sauce!" Nakiri Erina protested, and quickly put on the mask, only to feel her breathing easier.

"Unfortunately, no."

Xia Yan went to open the refrigerator, took out several plastic molds for making ice, and shook all the ice cubes in the molds into the basin.

Then, the steaming spicy oil bowl is surrounded by ice cubes.

"Dry the oil?"

Nakiri Senzaemon whispered.

The old man seemed to think of something: "Is he going to make 'shortcakes'?"

Both Kuga Teruki and Niito Hisako have a certain understanding of Chinese cuisine, and they do not agree with the words of Commander Totsuki.

"If it's 'shortcake', why do you need to dry the oil specially, while it's hot, add some spices, such as cloves, pepper, cumin, etc., and finally add flour, and stir well..."

"That's right, this is the correct way to 'shortbread'!"

Being questioned by the students, Nakiri Senzaemon just laughed: "Because he still lacks the very important 'animal fat', that bowl of chili red oil doesn't taste very good."

tallow...

heard.

Everyone looked at it together, it happened that at this time Xia Yan threw a piece of steak into the frying pan and started frying it. In just a few minutes, the steak was about half-done. The diced beef was minced.

He squeezed the minced beef with his hands and used the strainer again to get half a bowl of buttered beef juice.

It took about 10 minutes to fry the steak and mince the beef.

Xia Yan reached out to touch the bowl of spicy oil in the ice basin, and felt the temperature with his fingers. Seeing that the bowl of oil was almost cold, he nodded secretly, "It's ok."

And saw him pour two bowls of oil into the same conditioning basin one after another.

Dojima Gin's pupils suddenly shrank:

"Spicy oil, beef jerky, mixed with each other?"

Seeing this, Nakiri Senzaemon smiled calmly: "You have all seen it!"

"If you think that he is just good at using a lot of hot sauce, piling up the spiciness, piling up spicy mountains, so as to win simply and rudely..."

"That's a big mistake!"

There is no need for a long explanation, but after looking at each action and detail, even Isshiki Hui and Nakiri Erina, who are the least familiar with Chinese dim sum, have a comprehensible understanding of Xia Yan's operation.

That's how it is.

Chili oil, red oil, is undoubtedly a very monotonous and rough spicy taste.

And if a dish or a recipe only has a strong presence of "spicy", then the quality of the dish must be unqualified, and the star rating of the recipe will not be so high. .

Jiuwo Zhaoji suddenly thought of Xia Yan's "Persimmon and Green Pepper Pork Shredded", and the palms on the knees were tightly clenched into fists.

The scary 'Spicy Mountain' is more like a cover.

It's like putting up a signboard straightforwardly, marking the slogan "I am Dark Cuisine".

But actually...

Persimmon is the authentic "protagonist" that provides sour, sweet and bitter flavors of the soul!
It breathes soul into a recipe.

Now that I think about it, I gradually grasped the truth. The fog in front of my eyes dissipated, and Jiu Wo Zhaoji suddenly felt very painful: "It's this kind of method again, can't you cook beautiful dishes well? Why do you put on a hideous face?" Terrible wolf skin?!"

"wrong--"

Suddenly a deep voice resounded.

"It's not 'pastry'!" Nakiri Senzaemon overturned his remarks.

Jiuga Zhaoji held his breath and looked, "This is him?"

But I saw Xia Yan throwing a few spoonfuls of flour and pumpkin powder into the oil mixture.

Hearing the uncontrollable volume of the commander-in-chief, Xia Yan cast a speechless glance, "Who said I'm going to make shortbread, it's just pastry!"

Next, he smashed the whole bottle of mustard with a cooking machine.

From root to grain.

The size of a small fingernail.

But such a "size" control also hides the cooking philosophy.

You know, the beef Ding Xiayan is completely minced and turned into minced meat, but why does the pickled vegetables still have an obvious graininess?It is nothing more than to bite down the teeth when chewing and eating snacks, and the crispness at that moment!It is simply an experience of ascension of the soul!

then.

The hot sauce, pickled mustard and beef puree are mixed evenly in a large mixing bowl.

"Huhuhu~"

The pungent spicy taste is still scary, but apart from the strong sense of darkness, it also seems like a mysterious cave blowing out an unknown cold wind.

There was an incomparably deep breath in the wind, which made people close their eyes, try their best to let go of their sense of smell, and take a deep breath.

"smell good!"

(End of this chapter)