Gourmet food: starting from eating halberds to become a chef

Chapter 252 The Perfect Form of Black Rice

"Oh, what is Mr. Dojima Gin's opinion?" Decora's eyes moved back, his eyes were full of aggression, but Dojima Gin looked at him indifferently as if he didn't feel it.

The audience also became excited because of Dojima Gin's words, and they cheered up and stared at Dojima Gin.

Although it is almost impossible for them to come into contact with the special ingredient of jet-black rice, but they can hear the processing method of jet-black rice, in case they can use it in the future!

Their thoughts are shared by everyone, except for the drunkard who already knew about it, the other Erina, Kuraji, and other staff on the scene all had their eyes lit up, staring at Gin Dojima.

Even the anonymous girl was staring intently at Gin Dojima at this moment, holding a pink notebook in her hand, and quickly opened it.

If you look carefully, you can find that the words on the notebook are not neon words.

Dojima Gin didn't hide it either, and pointed to Meng You's steamer on the screen and said, "Pitch black rice is suitable for any cooking method, whether it's frying or steaming, it can be processed perfectly."

"It's just that the characteristics of pitch-black rice make it necessary to grasp the timing when cooking. After being cooked for a certain period of time, it will evolve into a perfect state, but if it exceeds one second, the pitch-black rice will turn into coldness again, and then Perfection can never be achieved again.”

Awkward.

The barrage stopped for a moment, and then there was endless noise.

This request is too scary, who can grasp such a precise time in one second.

The girl who was taking notes quickly also stopped the pen in her hand, looked at the screen in amazement, then put down the pen helplessly, and stopped recording.

This kind of skill is no longer a simple skill.

The audience can only see the time for one second, but she knows that the precise time is more important than the time.

Obviously, the amount of black rice, cooking method, etc. will affect the time to achieve the perfect state of black rice, and this time is very difficult to grasp.

Then, the time of one second and the characteristics of pitch-black rice that cannot be processed perfectly after a long time make this grasp must be precise. This requires a very good understanding of the heat, cooking methods, and the characteristics of the pitch-black rice itself. It is possible to do it.

And are there many people who can do this?There are definitely not many people who can do this step, at least they must be super-three-star, no, at least they must be Lin-level, otherwise they will not be able to grasp it.

Moreover, this Lin level has to be very familiar with the characteristics of the black rice, or else it may fail.

However, Lin-level cooks have more choices for ingredients. If you don’t use good Lin-level ingredients, you can use pitch-black rice, which is of a slightly lower quality among the special grades. Isn’t it crazy.

Therefore, it is doomed that the ingredient of pitch-black rice will never be processed to perfection in formal occasions.

Decora was shocked by the words, but at the same time she also thought of this quickly, and asked: "So, Mr. Dojima Gin can seize that opportunity?"

Pairs of eyes stared at Dojima Gin, but after silence, Dojima Gin shook his head: "No."

It was too demanding for him to do it.

His eyes naturally looked at Meng You, who was guarding the steamer, holding the wrench, ready to turn off the steam at any time, and sighed softly in his heart.

Although Meng You's previous pitch-black rice dishes were very good, they did not bring out the characteristics of pitch-black rice to the extreme.

"That's it, you, a junior, can do things that even a senior disciple like Yuanyue can't do?" After winning again, the sneer at the corner of Decola's mouth grew stronger.

Although she used interrogative sentences, the affirmation in her words could be heard by anyone.

But no one refuted, and the audience nodded in agreement.

At this time, Erina's voice sounded: "He can do it."

All of them looked at Erina, at this moment, her face was slightly condensed, and her angelic face was full of firmness.

But facing Erina's words, Decola just chuckled: "Miss Tongue of God, I know you protect your own students, but your senior didn't do it, so he doesn't need to talk about it."

"He can do it." Erina still said the same thing.

She knew how difficult it was, but she also knew Meng You, how could that guy do something he wasn't sure about.

At this time, there were not a few Yuanyue students watching the live broadcast, staring at Erina on the screen with a little touch in their eyes.

Erina actually defends Yuanyue's students like this.

But even they didn't believe that Meng You could do it, even if Meng You was a legend in the academy before.

Legends cannot be divorced from reality.

Only Tiansuo Keiji, a few people in Xingshe, and the little fan girl Yishiyu who watched the live broadcast did not hesitate to say the same thing in the live broadcast, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the audience lamenting Erina's character in the discourse.

And after staring at Erina for a while, Decola didn't have the heart to confront this guy, it was just delusional.

Shaking his head, he wanted to watch Caibo Chaoyang's cooking process again: "It's useless to be stubborn with me, the facts will destroy your fantasy."

"It will indeed be broken." A faint voice suddenly sounded.

Thinking it was Erina who spoke, Decora turned his head to look, but saw that Erina's mouth was closed, and there seemed to be a gleam in his eyes looking at the cooking table.

Feeling something wrong in her heart, she turned her head to look around, and the picture that appeared made her pupils shrink suddenly.

Not only him, but the eyes of everyone who saw it were full of shock.

When Meng You finished speaking, he had already pressed his hand, and the curling steam slowly dissipated in the air.

Two, one.

When the countdown time in Meng You's mind reached zero, the steam dissipated completely.

Grab a clean towel from one side and lift the lid of the steamer.

The steam sealed by the lid rose again, but they didn't care. Everyone's eyes were just looking at the pale golden light that couldn't be concealed by the faint mist.

When the fog dissipated, the golden light slowly subsided, and everyone could clearly see the situation in the disc.

The rice grains have swelled and turned into rice, but the grains are distinct, giving people a slight sense of translucency. At the same time, the most important thing is that the original dark appearance, like a white swan that has lost the shape of an ugly duckling, has become somewhat transparent. But it can make people feel the existence of rice, it seems to have some snow-like whiteness, with a unique beauty.

Just looking at it makes people feel that their appetite has been stimulated.

What's more, there is a faint fragrance of rice that is blown away by the gentle breeze and floats into the noses of everyone present. It is like an electric shock, and the scalp is numb, but it is very refreshing, just like returning from outside to drink in the hot summer. Drinking a bottle of Fat Boy Happy Water that has been chilled for a long time is as comfortable as it is.

Although his mind was immersed in the cooking, Caibo Chaoyang also trembled uncontrollably, then his hand shook slightly, and the shovel he was holding tilted. Although it didn't affect him, his concentration was destroyed, and there was a little bit in his eyes. The color of irritability surged.

During the review, Dojima Gin stood up directly, with excitement in his eyes.

"This is!"

“Pitch black rice in perfect condition!”

(End of this chapter)