Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 46

"close--"

"fold--"

This group of words summarizes Xia Yan's treatment of the face embryo.

The dough was painted with "red paint", wrapped layer by layer, and the final shape was similar to the dough at the beginning. Xia Yan put down the long knife, grabbed the rolling pin again, and gently rolled out some pits and uneven places draw.

The steamer does not need to be sent from the warehouse or Yuanyue's logistics department specially, as Nakiri's kitchen is always stocked.

However, it seemed that it was not spicy enough. Everyone saw Xia Yan put the dough on the steamer, and painted a layer of "red paint" on the surface of the dough again.

"OK, wait for the second awakening, about 20 minutes, and then you can steam." Xia Yan washed his hands, turned around and said to everyone,

"..."

At this time, several ventilation and ventilation devices were fully turned on, and the air in the kitchen was fresh and not so suffocating.

Nakiri Senzaemon suddenly said: "There is no need to go back to the restaurant, just continue the family dinner here, Erina, where is the clear soup I asked you to prepare earlier? It can be served."

call.

Nakiri Erina took off her mask and said: "The soup is cooked, but it's blended into the 'one juice and three things' of the simple tea kaiseki."

"Then present them together."

The dining table in Nakiri Hon's kitchen didn't look crowded even if there were seven or eight people. Xia Yan knew the content of Nakiri Erina's "one juice and three things" a long time ago, so he sat down quietly without being too curious.

There are no servants to spoil the atmosphere. Nakiri Erina is the little maid in charge of distributing food. She just went to get a towel to wipe off sweat and wash her face. The kaiseki side was delivered to everyone.

Everyone unanimously picked up the soup first.

Isshiki felt the warm miso soup sweeping through his mouth like a rain of recovery, and then picked up the boiled tofu in the bowl with his chopsticks, chewing slowly.

Previously "specialty" in the memory of the tongue.

Gradually, gradually fade away.

"Your appetite has recovered." Dojima Yin breathed out and put down the bowl.

He also put down his chopsticks, and didn't take a second look at the other salt-baked mackerel and chowder. Instead, he looked at Xia Yan who was resting with his eyes closed: "Why do you still need to steam your 'noodles'?"

Jiuga Zhaoji chewed the grilled mackerel expressionlessly: "Yes, he asked about the electric grill before, I don't believe he changed his mind temporarily."

"From pancakes and pancakes to steamed cakes like steamed buns and buns?"

Nakiri Erina is suspicious.

Listening to a group of people disregarding table manners, talking about his cooking while eating, closing their eyes and reviewing the Xia Yan in themselves, expressing speechlessness.

Fortunately, the 'Demon Eater' Nakiri Senzaemon just ate quietly and didn't comment.

This old guy, and Dojima Gin who deliberately caused the topic.

One is better than one.

He didn't believe these two people, and didn't know the purpose of steaming the noodles first.

It is nothing more than the "face embryo" is too thick.

What a big lump.

If you don't put it on the steamer first, but cook it with steam first, how much firepower do you need to directly pancake or scone?It's not impossible to bite the bullet and directly pancake, but it consumes too much energy and wastes time.

Wake up the noodles for the second time and end after 20 minutes.

It took another quarter of an hour to steam the dough.

Then, comes the pancake session!
"Whoo, whoo, whoo..."

The dough is very crisp, and it is placed in a black and gold cast iron pan with a layer of grease.

Surprisingly.

There is no electric pan, just a cast iron pan.

Xia Yan's pancakes can be called simple, without any fancy pancake flying skills.

It is to heat one side to a certain temperature node, and then use a shovel to turn it over to the other side.

However, they all found Xia Yan's serious face.

It's not like being perfunctory at all.

Nakiri Erina is probably the one who observes the most meticulously and carefully, silently calculating something in his heart: "When I first put in the pan, I flipped it every 2 minutes, and now I flip it every 30 seconds, because the temperature of the inner wall of the pan has risen rapidly. ?"

Soon, 10 minutes passed.

"That's it!"

"'One Pot' is so versatile it's terrifying. "

"The temperature on each side is controlled at 160 degrees, and the time has been used to the extreme. The crispy texture will become dry and hard after baking for a while..."

click!
Xia Yan turned off the fire, carried the frying pan, tilted it slightly, and a large piece of dough fell on the large ceramic plate prepared in advance.

Everyone looked at the bright red noodles served on the table.

"This color is a bit scary." Dojima Gin's mouth twitched.

Isn't it? The surface of the dough is uniform in color, and there are no too dark or too thick burnt yellow lumps. When I glanced away, I thought it was an exquisite pastry on the shelf of a certain baking house. The crispy taste almost filled the air. ...

"Gulu~" Someone swallowed quietly.

I don't know if I was intimidated by the hot red appearance, or my appetite went wild.

Seeing Xia Yan turn around and take a long and narrow knife, he made a gesture to cut the dough.

"Leave it to me, Xia Yanjun!" Yisehui stood up.

Dojima Yin took the first step, quietly took a blade of a similar style from another kitchen table and another knife holder, and smiled with an inexplicable sense of danger: "Isshiki-kun..."

Yishihui's face froze, and she backed away with a smirk: "Senior Dojima, come here."

Only then did Dojima Gin nod his head in satisfaction, and his smile returned to freshness.

With a "chi", he lowered the knife.

cross cut.

Finally, the dough was cut into dough cakes.

With a flick of Dojima's silver knife, one of the pancakes was separated from the main body. The kitchen was instantly silent, and everyone was stunned, as if their eyes were attracted by the side of the pancake.

Pretty!

Layers of red pie slices are delicately stacked together.

Between each layer is the "red filling" composed of mustard seeds, beef paste and bean paste.

"It's mille-feuille."

"To be precise, it's spicy mille-feuille." Xia Yan grinned slightly.

Heat, spiciness.

The key is that the inner layer is not baked very dry, and the filling is a little wet, so the interlayer flashes under everyone's eyes, and the color and taste quite seduce the appetite.

However, the spiciness was like a tornado, making one's scalp numb. Everyone stared at it but did not dare to make a move. The scene froze for a moment.

"Want to eat, afraid!"

Jiuga Zhaoji took the lead in becoming a warrior. He is a strong Sichuan cuisine man, and he is very good at creating spicy and numb flavors. He thinks that his resistance is the most powerful person present except Xia Yan.

He took one of the layer cakes in his hand: "Then I'll start first——"

Bite down.

Immediately, layer after layer, first the teeth, then the tongue and the mouth, all intoxicated by the beautiful taste of broken layers and progressive layers.

On the first layer, the spiciness is barely strong.

For a long time, I evaluated it in my heart.

Second floor……

Well, it's okay, the tongue feels a little bit.

The third floor, the fourth floor, the fifth floor...

"boom--"

Jiuga Zhaoji was shaken all over, he felt that he was in the underground world in an instant, magma erupted in front of his eyes, and layers of hot breath surrounded him, "I feel like the whole person..."

"It's all burning!" he murmured.

Dojima Yin and Nakiri Senzaemon are more concerned about the details of the heat of the "thousand-layer mochi".

"It's through! It's through!" Dojima Gin stared at the side of the pie.

"Silver, can you do it?"

Nakiri Senzaemon said: "When pancakes are used, the heat must be even and penetrating. The flame must reach every interlayer..."

Dojima Yin smiled wryly and said: "Commander, it's not just that, the flames burn to all corners, leaving no dead ends, that's not enough."

"It must be kept 'crispy', and the dough must not lose too much moisture, otherwise it will become dry and hard stone!"

While chatting, both of them fell silent.

Eyes flicker.

terrible!
(End of this chapter)