They Gather Here

The second side took even less time. After the side completely changed color, Luo Zhen only continued to brew for more than ten seconds, and then fished out the chicken.

Everyone came over and observed carefully.

I saw light golden burns on the surface of the chicken breast that was slowly fried on a low fire. Erina pushed it with chopsticks and felt a slight elasticity.

"I'm hungry." said the girl.

"Don't worry." Luo Zhen dissuaded, "I've been waiting for so long, it's not too late."

"If you cut it now, the precious juice will be lost, and all previous efforts will be wasted." Alice also echoed, "The correct way is to put it at room temperature and let it stand."

Erina thought for a while, and then suddenly realized.

At this time, the inside of the chicken breast is still heating up. Let it stand for a while, so that the water that has become active due to heating can slowly return to the muscle tissue.

This is equivalent to making the chicken breast itself a low-temperature slow-cooking vessel.

Genius idea!

Yuanyue Academy may be able to train dozens or even hundreds of excellent chefs, but it will definitely not be able to train Luo Zhen like this.

His innovation is not in recipes, menus, or even cooking techniques, but in all aspects——

Make your meals as good as possible, using whatever is available in the resources at hand.

If you don’t have a low-temperature slow cooker, why not simulate one yourself?

Hey~

Erina felt emotional and couldn't help sighing.

Luo Zhen didn't know what the girl was thinking, so he smiled and comforted him: "Eri, don't worry, it should be fine now."

He cut off a piece and put it in his mouth, chewed slowly, biting into a little bit of chicken juice, the fiber feeling was gone, as if he had reached the best taste of chicken breast.

Pan-fried, low-temperature slow-cooked chicken breast, a big success!

He nodded in satisfaction, sliced ​​the chicken breast, served it with three kinds of side dishes, and served it on the table: "Everyone is the proud son of Yuanyue, I don't need to make any introduction, just try it~"

Hearing this person say "Heaven's Proud Son" and so on, I always feel a sense of irony.

A group of students bowed their heads in embarrassment.

Erina, Alice, and Fei Sazi were used to Luo Zhen's pretentiousness, and they were not hit. At the same time, they turned their attention to Senzaemon.

Senzaemon did his part, picked up a piece with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.

(￣～￣) chewing...

(￣～￣) chewing...

(￣～￣) chewing...

With each chew, Senzaemon's dignified expression gradually became more exciting, and his beard flew off.

soft!

The first entry is only this word.

It is obviously fried chicken breast, but the taste is completely different from the impression, and you can even eat the overflowing juice.

It's all a miracle of low-temperature slow cooking, and this process also replaces the long-term marinade, so that the degree of flavor of the marinade is just right.

Cinnamon, ginger, angelica, as well as cloves, grass fruit...

The slightly spicy spice should be cardamom...

The mixture of various spices is not blurry, and it is very mellow and lingering. It must have used tangerine peel and amomum...

Eight kinds of spices mixed and exploded in the mouth, making Senzaemon tremble all over, feeling that his treasure house of taste is not guaranteed, and the key to open the door lock is the dish in front of him.

He stood up straight suddenly, the chopsticks rattled in his hands, followed by an unintelligible growl: "Drink——"

Just like the flames burning the body, in an instant, the clothes were melted.

Clothes are torn!

The so-called "clothes splitting" means that when eating the dishes he likes, his clothes are inexplicably pulled away, revealing his bronze-colored and strong body. This is Senzaemon's "skill".

blind...

Of the neighborhood committee members present, only Chitanda had seen it, and the other three turned their eyes away.

Erina was also a little embarrassed, and leaned over: "Grandpa, this is not Yuanyue, please pay attention, it's not good for people outside the school to see, they won't understand."

Saying that, she and Alice helped Senzaemon put on the man's kimono again.

Senzaemon sighed, and muttered to himself in a very low voice: "They will definitely understand...after eating this dish, they will definitely understand."

He looked at the chicken breast affectionately, his eyes lingering, as if admiring a lover he hadn't seen for a long time.

It's been a long time since I saw Grandpa's expression like this.

Every time Xiaozhen is here, the gap between the two is gradually widening.

Erina was a little bit depressed, and she also picked up a piece of chicken breast and put it in her mouth.

As a result, in just a moment, the wonderful taste and texture made her scream in shame: "Ah——"

It was as if he was running naked in the wilderness, and the screams echoed all around.

Immediately afterwards, the ground suddenly cracked without warning, and a chicken (phoenix?) jumped out of it, flapping its wings and dancing.

The girl felt that her whole body took off with it, and she became a fairy.

"Foul... This dish is a foul!" She screamed with her thighs between her legs, "Xiao Zhen must have used it to target my God's Tongue."

"Oh?" Luo Zhen staggered his eyes and pretended not to hear.

"idiot!"

"Hiss...don't hit..."

A sour smell brewed in the air.

The four girls from the neighborhood committee mobilized again to pull Erina away from Luo Zhen, and the scene of the fight was quite lively.

That is the granddaughter of the commander-in-chief, and she is also one of the ten heroes of Yuanyue...

Can't watch the fun anymore!

The students brought by Senzaemon watched their noses, noses, and hearts. They each picked up chopsticks and tasted a piece. For a while, there was only the sound of chewing in the home economics classroom.

silence.

Everyone was overwhelmed by the cuisine.

They closed their eyes and tried to deconstruct in their minds, but only got answers that they could not reproduce.

Not to mention anything else, let’s talk about the difficulty of keeping the fire low throughout the frying process, which means that it is extremely difficult for inexperienced people to grasp the heat by observing the color change.

Now, they're convinced they're the "best chef of their generation."

On the contrary, the girls from the neighborhood committee were used to Luo Zhen's excellence, and while they were full of praise, they kept complaining, saying that they only got one piece, which was not enough.

Luo Zhen pointed to another dense bag in the rice cooker: "It's okay, there are more~"

The girls nodded.

After seeing the new recipe, Ying Lili began to conceive the plot of "Shi no Shura · Zhen" in her mind, but she couldn't help being a little embarrassed when she thought that there was no rice cooker in the Qing Dynasty.

Suddenly, she had an idea, leaned over and asked, "Luo Jun, if you use the British way of cooking beef to make chicken breasts, do you know if you can overcome the problem of overcooking?"

Luo Zhen shook his head: "Water separation is 100°C, no."

"Why don't you try vinegar. Isn't the boiling point of vinegar as low as 60°C? It should be enough to cook for five hours."

"..."

"Why don't you speak?"

"Sister, vinegar is volatile, how big do you need a pot to cook for five hours?"

"This……"

"Again, the smell of vinegar is very strong. Even if you have a big enough pot and enough vinegar, if you finish it in that way, everyone's nose will be full of vinegar. How can you taste the food?"

"Wow!"

Ying Lili was about to cry.

As it turns out, a cartoonist's imagination isn't good for cooking.

Seeing the opponent's appearance of being hit hard, Luo Zhen couldn't bear it, and comforted him in a low voice: "Actually, there are other ideas."

Ying Lili was stunned: "Huh?"

"Look, you can chop the chicken breast into a puree, mix some diced carrots and onions in it, add seasonings, and then steam it, boil it, or fry it, it won't feel bad at all."

"Then why are you still..."

"Show off skills."

"puff!"

Ying Lili laughed.

While muttering "Big villain!", she kicked Luo Zhen and ran to the side.

Luo Zhen touched his calf, but he didn't feel much pain. He thought that when Ying Lili also had strength, the girls were not more violent than each other.

He checked the time on his phone and found that it was almost ten o'clock, and the boiled portion should be finished, so he put the Thai dipping sauce on the plate, then took out the dense bag from the rice cooker, and cut the chicken breast into pieces and plated separately.

Poached and slow-cooked chicken breast at low temperature, you're done!

Luo Zhen smiled and said, "Try it~"

This time, it was still Senzaemon who tried it first.

He cut off a piece with a table knife, stared at the evenly colored and tender chicken on the fork, swallowed unconsciously, and then, "Ah~" he took it into his mouth and chewed carefully.

This full elasticity is worthy of the taste of slow cooking at low temperature.

Then, the thick juice flows into the mouth, followed by a large grain of sea salt mixed with the chewing chicken, full of grain and layering.