Gourmet food: starting from eating halberds to become a chef

Chapter 271 Great Recipe Harvest

Trembling all over, Meng You's eyes were solemn.

Turning his head and looking ahead, ten steps away from him, there was an old man standing there at some point. Needless to say, he has gray hair, other than that, he has a distinctive feature, his eyes are empty, I don't know whether the brows were shaved or fell out naturally.

Looking at Meng You with a smile, the slightly condensed eyes and the raised eyelids felt a little gratifying. At this moment, Meng You had no intention of laughing at all.

Empty.

Like his eyebrows, this old man was empty in Meng You's perception.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Meng You wouldn't have noticed the existence of this old man at all.

Sure enough, there is no escape from the law, and the Sutra Pavilion must be guarded by a sweeping monk.

"Okay, I still want to stay in the premium area for a while." After being nervous for a while, Meng You's face returned to calm.

The old man didn't want to say anything more, he just looked at Meng You as if he was walking towards the Huaxia Cuisine area, and said: "But don't have too many expectations, Huaxia people don't have many exams in Shilin Temple, We don’t have many recipes in our collection.”

"Understood." Standing in front of the shelf, Meng You turned his head and nodded.

Then, regardless of the old man, he took a book out of the shelf and started to read it.

He couldn't take care of the old man, and there was no need to take care of it. According to his knowledge, as long as Meng You didn't do anything that would harm the Sutra Pavilion, the old man would definitely not do anything bad to him.

The old man was indeed as he expected, but after staring at him for a while, he was a little surprised at his slightly faster flipping speed, but he turned and left without asking any further questions.

At this time, Meng You was already immersed in all kinds of recipes, introductions, and other knowledge about Chinese cuisine.

What the old man said is indeed correct. Compared with the first floor, there are really not many Chinese special recipes on this floor. There are probably only forty or fifty books as thick as a fingernail on the entire shelf.

But the quality is also really high. Such a book only records one Chinese recipe, and the others are full of notes, as well as the author's views on special cuisine and other knowledge.

If you are an ordinary super chef, you will benefit a lot from reading these notes, but it is also time-consuming. However, for Meng You, his eyes are recorded in his mind like a precise computer. With his help, and with his super culinary talent, his learning ability is constantly bursting.

Immersed in happy learning, time is like a rushing river, and time is passing by quickly.

But Meng You didn't care too much. The second level of the special assessment was seven days later, so he had plenty of time to study.

……

"Meng Yousang?"

Zhong Zhujun gently knocked on the door of the room, and waited for a while, but no one responded.

After hesitating, he knocked again a few times: "Meng Yousang, are you not there? Can I come in? Chuzhi has something to do with you."

Beside him, the long purple hair fell down, and Nobuko Hatsushiba frowned slightly with a sense of charm.

But still no one responded, Zhong Zhujun hesitated for a moment, turned his head and said to Nobuko Chushiba: "There should be no one, Chushiba, why don't you think about it again."

Nobuko Chushiba shook her head, her slightly frowning brows suddenly dispersed: "I heard the sound of burning, he should be there, let's go in."

Before Zhong Zhujun could answer, she had already taken a step forward and opened the door.

It was an empty room, but as the door was pushed open, there was indeed the whistling sound of flames being blown by the blower.

Meng You is cooking?

Without hesitation, Hatsushiba Nobuko walked towards the kitchen, while Zhong Zhujun looked at Nobuko with a serious face, a little helpless, but still followed.

"Meng Yousang."

Pushing open the kitchen door, Nobuko called softly.

But the next moment, when the door was pushed open, silver light flickered.

"Bah."

I saw Meng You holding a kitchen knife, slashing across a piece of meat steak, the movement was extremely quick, and the distance seemed to be too large, slowly opening.

All of a sudden, the extremely rich meaty smell exploded in the kitchen like a rocket launch, and spread out of the kitchen in the blink of an eye.

Smelling the fragrance, Xinzi and Zhong Zhujun had no power to resist, and were instantly intoxicated by it.

The aroma of fried meat is accompanied by a strong aroma of spirits rushing straight to the tip of the nose.

Glycol, strong.

Fragrant and rich.

Although I haven't tasted it yet, just this fragrance is enough to make everyone drunk, lying in that gentle country and unwilling to wake up.

After a long while, Xinzi and his wife slowly came back to their senses.

At this time, Meng You had already finished finishing, smelling the aroma of wine in the air, he frowned slightly.

It's still a bit short, and it hasn't been fully drawn out.

The quality of light emission is even worse, and more practice is needed.

Thinking this way in his heart, he naturally wouldn't neglect Xinzi and the two, and smiled faintly at them: "I'm sorry, Zhongzhu-san, I've been cooking just now, so I can't respond to you."

"It's okay, Meng Yousang, is this the Japanese-style fried wine dragon?" Swallowing, Zhong Zhujun's eyes were fixed on the slices of grilled meat that were exuding oil in the pot , Recalling the ingredients that Meng You asked him for before, horror already rose in his heart.

And Nobuko Chushiba's eyes were already full of affirmation, and his eyes seemed to be shining when he looked at Meng You, as if he regarded Meng You as some kind of hope.

Meng You didn't hide anything, and nodded: "Well, I tried to make a Lin-level recipe. Before I made it, I felt quite confident. After I finished it, I found a problem. It really deserves to be a Lin-level recipe. The requirements for the cook are true. It’s very high, and I still need to hone it.”

Japanese-style fried wine Shenlong, one of the fifteen Lin-level recipes in the third floor of Shilin Temple,
That's right, even on the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion in Shilin Temple, there are only fifteen Lin-level recipes.

Although he knew for a long time that the Lin level might belong to the strong in the world's culinary world, but Meng You really didn't expect it to be so precious.

However, no matter how precious it is, now these fifteen paths are all his.

The frustration in my heart faded for a while, looking at the recipe section of the system interface, the corners of my mouth raised uncontrollably.

The originally empty recipe area has now been filled with a lot of purple and black.

The system completely included fifteen Lin-level recipes, exuding a faint black light.

In the second-level premium area, there are a total of more than 150 recipes, of which 68 can be recorded by the system, all of which are of purple quality!

This time, it's really a wave of fat. As long as he is given some more time to digest these recipes thoroughly, he is sure to step into the Lin level!
As he was thinking, Zhong Zhujun was stunned by his words, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Meng Yousang, I'm really ashamed for what you said."

I was already roaring in my heart, it was a lin-level recipe, and Meng You could reproduce it at the super-level, even if it wasn't completely, but it was too amazing. What should a four-star chef do.

(End of this chapter)