Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 47 Burning
Several pieces of "thousand-layer cakes" separated by Dojima Gin with cross cuts were eaten by Isshiki Kei, Kuga Teruki and Niito Hisako successively.

There is one last piece left on the plate.

Dojima silver.

Nakiri Erina and Nakiri Senzaemon.

The three of them did not move for a long time.

"Don't talk about you guys." Xia Yan had to remind, "Commander, Senior Dojima, no matter how much you talk, it's better to eat a piece, so that you can deeply understand the 'secret' of my cooking!"

Deliberately emphasize the word "secret".

As a result, Erina and Dojima Gin showed strong interest, but still shook their heads.

The commander-in-chief Yuanyue who was named was as immobile as a mountain.

Dojima Gin was swept away by Xia Yan's gaze, and his face couldn't hold back anymore, and he said, "Well, compared to the 'persimmon green pepper shredded pork' on your food table..."

"It's hard for me to say."

Xia Yan said with a smile: "Because, there are different forms of cooking, one is classic daily dishes, and the other is classic pasta."

"Besides, the practice is also very different."

"Shredded pork with persimmons and green peppers is made by embedding the shredded pork with bean paste. The current mille-feuille cakes can also be called millefeuilles. The degree of spiciness may be divided into two aspects."

"The first one is the interlayered skin. I have applied red oil a few times before, and you have seen it."

"The second one, the filling, is mainly made of bean paste."

Dojima Gin took a breath of cool air: "Isn't that a pincer attack from inside and outside, and the spiciness is so unbelievably unimaginable?!"

Xia Yan couldn't deny it.

In the field of vision, the system information of the dishes has been displayed.

The recipe creation can be said to be quite successful.

70% completion, achieved.

And the star rating of the recipe also exploded, reaching 3 stars. The system's evaluation of the upper limit of [Darkness Index] is——

higher!

In Xia Yan's mind, the index and characteristics of this level may be the ceiling that recipes below the special level can achieve.

This also means.

He almost used the specialties of the two systems to the extreme.

Just pick a specific word, such as 'doubanjiang'. In terms of spiciness alone, Xia Yan was unable to create a more spicy and darker recipe before he was promoted to a special level.

His development of 'Doubanjiang' can come to an end.

Hey.

What should the next dark digging point be?Besides chili sauce, herring?Xiangwei curry?
While Xia Yan was troubled by his dark menu.

Dojima Gin struggled for a long time, but he decided to go all out, "Even if there is a shadow in the next week and I don't feel well, I still have to eat!"

"If you don't eat it, you will regret it for a long time."

Although he might regret it after eating it, Dojima Yin felt that if he was timid and refused to eat it, and did not discover novel dishes in the endless wilderness of gourmet food, then he might regret it even more.

Hmph, when did I become so cowardly!
The mere spicy mille-feuille...

I eat canned herring dry and live octopus...

Even rotten cheese, live maggot cheese, and that exotic Italian food called 'casumasu cheese' can't make me go down the street. The so-called tough man standing at the top of the culinary world...

then.

Dojima Gin grabbed the last piece of 'thousand-layer cake' that he had cut open with his own hands.

It's good to wait a while, at least this piece of biscuit is held in your hand without wrapping it in something, Dojima Gin didn't feel hot, and the temperature dropped to a level acceptable to the skin.

Put the 'thousand-layer cake' under the eyelids.

Take a closer look.

"Gulu~" His throat rolled up and down.

The interlayer of 'red oil' was painted layer by layer.

Layer after layer of crimson fillings.

At the same time, because the pastry is mixed with beef juice and butter, and has been steamed and baked, it can be said that the flavor of the beef has penetrated into all corners with the ubiquitous flame.

It's a taste that makes the demon of appetite howl crazily!

Dojima Gin's hand holding the pancake trembled slightly.

I can't help but open my mouth and swallow it.

I don't know what's going on, but at first I planned to take a small bite to try it. If it was too spicy, I would chew it slowly and eat it slowly with ice water.

As a result, he paused for two or three seconds to observe, making Dojima Gin eat like a barbarian.

One bite is the amount that the mouth can hardly fit.

Barely closing his mouth, he bit slowly.

"Puchi-"

Dojima Gin had a terrified expression of being pierced through his body, his mouth twitched like an electric shock, he opened his mouth and there was a crushed red mud ball in his mouth: "I-I'm going to breathe fire!"

Erina: "..."

Senzaemon: "..."

"Come, come, you can eat too." Xia Yan was finally able to cut the second piece of dough with his own hands.

"do not want!"

Nakiri Erina sweated on her forehead.

Xia Yan smiled, girl, you can't escape, he put one of the cut 'thousand-layer cakes' on a small plate, equipped with a knife and fork, and handed it directly to the girl's face: "Eat it. "

The girl's beauty is about to collapse: "No—"

"Aren't you known as the tongue of God, the owner of the ultimate sense of taste that humans have never had second place?"

"How should I put it, my post-tea dessert, 'thousand-layer cake', may be the taste that your God's Tongue has not included and has no memory."

"Aren't you going to try to develop a new flavor?"

At this moment, Xia Yan's smile fell into Nakiri Erina's eyes, as if it was more sunny, brighter, and more angelic than Yishihui.

but.

A shadow looms over the smiling face.

The wings on the back also seem to be pure black with black flames...

"Are you the devil?"

Hearing this, Xia Yan froze for a moment.

"Then you want to eat the devil's candy?"

As he spoke, he picked up the knife on the plate and swiped it down. He obviously didn't use much force in his hand. As a result, the crispy layer cake, like a piece of paper, was cut from head to toe, and a small piece came out.

A thin slice, like toast bread, but with layers of red.

in view.

The red pie quickly enlarged, the nose smelled the smell, and the "God's Tongue" in the mouth seemed to send a desire to eat and eat to the head.

The girl subconsciously...

Opened his mouth.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" eat it, and gritted his teeth.

The layers are broken.

The crispy taste of pickled pickles hidden in the filling highlights the poignant beauty of "crushing everything".

"It fell..." Nakiri Erina's body shook, and she felt that a hole leading to the ground had been shattered on the kitchen floor at this moment. She let out a long scream in her heart and fell into the underground lava.

The devil's laughter resounded.

"Burn it!"

A red spear fell from the sky, pierced her from head to tail, and nailed her to the bottom of the hell lava sea.

In reality, Nakiri Honka's kitchen.

Nakiri Senzaemon's bare upper body was dripping with sweat.

"Is that so..."

The old man talked to himself emotionally.

"Repeatedly brushing the pastry is to make the 'dough' form a layer of isolation, and then no matter what the pancake, the internal moisture can be well retained."

"This is the key to your fire!"

Commander Yuanyue picked up a corner of the shortbread with chopsticks: "And the 'pumpkin powder', just like your pastry, endows this pastry with more softness and extensibility."

There is no need for the tongue of God, this 'Demon King of Food' has almost dissected Xia Yan's recipes.

Great!

Xia Yan was about to give a thumbs up, but saw Nakiri Senzaemon staring at him:
"still have a question."

"How did you do it? Such a 'penetrating' heat, even a top chef can't do it."

Xia Yan replied truthfully: "Because I control the temperature of the frying pan."

"Flipping is to cool down one side of the dough, and heat up the other side. Then, as you have seen, the commander-in-chief, the temperature of the inner wall of the pan is rising rapidly with heating, so I can only speed up the frequency of flipping... ..."

Nakiri Senzaemon was stunned for two or three seconds.

"So, to sum it up, it's all about feeling?"

The old man went up and down, looking at him like a monster, as if he was getting to know the student who was invited to our house again.

moment.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth that he was relieved to find the right person. He looked at the granddaughter who was intoxicated at the dining table, and sighed long and long: "Ma Nagi, she is far from as lucky as her daughter."

Xia Yan felt uncomfortable at the sight.

Hey, Demon King of Food, your smile is out of character.

(End of this chapter)