Naruto Big Foodie

Chapter 1412

For this phenomenon, Wang Xiaoming is also happy to see its success. After all, he doesn't like the feeling of being focused on himself. He is like a night flower in the dead of night, which only blooms quietly, like this in front of everyone. Cooking is something for him to endure the boredom in his heart.

"Shoko Kabagi looks weird with a kitchen knife..."

"Well, it's weird, this cross-cutting method..."

The guests talked a lot, Yang Ming had to chat a few words here, Erina frowned, "This kind of posture..."

At the focal distance of the line of sight, the middle finger, little finger and ring finger of the left hand of the girl wearing a baseball cap are holding the C part of the kitchen knife, while the tiger's mouth is close to the blade, and her knees are slightly bent like a cheetah ready to go Her standing posture makes her exude a certain high-spirited aura, and when she swings the knife, it seems slow, but in fact it is urgent and fast, and the fish is almost smashed under her sharp knife.

"Could it be some secret sword technique?" Yang Ming squeezed his chin, leaned forward, and savored it carefully.

"That's clearly a tennis posture, okay..." Erina glanced at Yang Ming angrily, "As far as I know, Kasaki Shoko's uncle is the famous former professional tennis player Echizen Minamijiro in China."

Even though she has not been among the top ten heroes for a long time, Erina has a full understanding of Shoko Kabagi's information through the past channels.

"Echizen Nanjiro? I see." Yang Ming, who had heard about it, nodded, "Then why doesn't she play tennis and come here to learn how to cook?"

Even the way of holding a kitchen knife is exactly the same as holding a tennis racket. Presumably, this posture has already been branded into her bone marrow. Why bother to come to Yuanyue Academy to be a hero of the sixteenth century?
"I'm not sure about that... But I've heard that she played five games with her cousin who has been learning tennis for several years, and then gave up tennis without winning a single game... ..."

"It's so miserable..." Yang Ming nodded sympathetically.

It must be an unforgettable experience to be beaten all over the ground by a child who is a few years younger than myself.

"However, she seems to be planning to become the exclusive chef of the Japan Tennis National Team in the future." Erina continued.

"Curve to save the country?" Yang Ming twitched the corner of his mouth and sighed, "I'm really worried that her cousin will be given laxatives when she joins the national team."

"No way?"

"Huh?" Erina seemed to smell something subtle, she squinted her eyes and looked at Yang Ming, "Did you do something similar?"

"Ahahaha, how come..." Yang Ming laughed, trying to get away with it.

"You really did it!" Erina exclaimed in shock.

"How is it possible!" Yang Ming argued, "Am I that kind of person!"

Erina nodded vigorously, this kind of operation is no different from a werewolf killing a wolf in the first round of self-exposure.

"Okay, okay, let's look at the food halberd, the food halberd..." Yang Ming turned Erina's attention to the kitchen.

"Okay, okay, Wang Xiaoming's work seems to be finished."

"The same goes for Shoko Kabagi."

"Oh? Is the cooking of these two ready?" Erina quickly looked over, "Where, where?"

And as far as she could see, Kabagi Shoko was putting the spoon into the vegetables, just like a warrior returning from the battlefield with his sword sheathed in triumph.

"Come on!"

"Ah, ah, the boss is the best!"

"Get rid of that arrogant black-haired boy!"

Beside him, the yelling and yelling of the Sicilian restaurant staff fell into the ears of Yang Ming and the others. It was just a stone falling into a deep pool without even the slightest ripple. It would make you angry when you heard it at first, but when you heard it, If there are too many, you can face it calmly, and even want to ridicule them for saying these words back and forth, which is simply uncreative.

"These guys... are they shouting for cheers so hard to avoid being fired by the boss?" Yang Ming complained in his heart.

"How is Wang Xiaoming's cooking skills?" Erina suddenly asked.

Miss Erina's problems have never been blamed. She has many opinions on Wang Xiaoming, who was born in poverty, but she doesn't know much about it. Now they entrust Wang Xiaoming for the first match of their tour, which makes Erina a little worried.

"Huh?" Yang Ming rolled his fingers and thought for a while, "I don't know either."

"Huh?" Erina suddenly turned her head to look at him, "Isn't he your apprentice?"

"Although he is my apprentice, this is his first show in Japan." Yang Ming explained.

In a small county in the south of Huaxia, although Wang Xiaoming's restaurant started to be impressive, but in Yang Ming's view, it was not dazzling. The most impressive impression left to people is probably the success of the restaurant's operation.

But today, the name is destined to shine.

"So, now prepare to start tasting!"

Wang Xiaoming brought his dishes to the living room, and brought them in front of each guest.

"Please taste my dish - smoked mackerel!" The black-haired boy bowed slightly, with a hint of expectation hidden in his eyes.

Smoked mackerel has neither a fancy prefix nor a special name. Mackerel is mackerel, and smoked is smoked. Just like Wang Xiaoming himself, even the name of this dish is so simple and unpretentious.

"Oh, it's smoked dishes..." The guests nodded slightly.

"Mackerel with smoke would be good too."

"This scent..."

A female guest moved her small nose and said happily, "It's really a reassuring breath."

Most of the things in the world are made of mixed materials. When the iron is quenched, the magazine becomes steel, and the fruit wood burns to ashes. The floating smoke adheres to the surface of the mackerel, making it shine golden yellow like uncut jade. The rich aroma that gradually spreads in the air directly hits the sense of sight and smell without embellishment.

"Then, let's go!"

The guests at the dinner table said this while moving their knives and forks under the eyes of everyone.

"Hmm... the heat is well controlled."

The mackerel wrapped in tinfoil as if sleeping peacefully in the furnace before, but the deliciousness inside has already been awakened by Wang Xiaoming. At this moment, he is showing his own charm to them.

The body of the fish between the lips and teeth looks soft, but in fact it is tight. You can even feel the strength of the fish's resistance against pressure, but the fat of the fish is revealed to the fullest. This is exactly what happens in the Seto Inland Sea. The Bungo Strait, where it meets the currents of the Pacific Ocean, can give mankind the most delicious gift.

"This smoky technique..."

Even though the taste of a dish varies from person to person, chefs can still be judged on the basis of their control over the entire dish.

(End of this chapter)