Rebirth as a Cooking God

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This is the sound of fire.

Of course, Xia Yu was probably the only one present who could hear the movement of such solid flames.

His way of handling the 'meat slices' was very classic. He found an oven and a grilling net, and then used chopsticks to place the fat and thin pieces of plum pork on the grilling net and grill them!

That’s right, it’s the heat treatment method of “roasting”!

Ah, barbecue?

Natsuki Sugmoto was simply stunned.

Is there any ramen with barbecue? No, how can barbecue be used as a side dish for ramen? Put it in the soup, mix it with the ramen, suck and chew it together, wouldn't it look weird in the mouth?

What kind of ramen is it? Hey, Hakata ramen?

Sapporo ramen?

Or Kitakata Ramen?

Natsuki Sugimoto racked her brains and couldn't find a school that uses barbecue with ramen.

This is not barbecued pork at all!

He said firmly.

Japanese-style barbecued pork is made through three methods of 'frying', 'boiling' and 'stewing', except there is no 'grilling'!

Moreover, if it is grilled meat, the juice will evaporate severely and become dry. If you then eat it with very strong ramen noodles, nibbling and chewing hard, won't it further increase the burden on your mouth?

The comfortable taste is also extremely important!

The operation is incomprehensible.

Natsuki Shammoto gave such an evaluation in his heart. He didn't have a big mouth and talked nonsense.

On the other hand, the old monk Kazuma's reaction was different from that of Sugmoto and Aoki. His eyes lit up, What a streamlined flame control!

He had taken Xia Yu's public class called Primordial Flame.

If, in class, the young lecturer's teachings were somewhat mysterious and hard to understand, then now, Kazuma could immediately understand the heat of the barbecue.

It's like...getting to the source.

Huh!

Abbot Yizhen's face gradually became serious.

Isn’t the shallowest layer of ‘wabi-sabi’ pointing to the essence of simplicity, stripping away those unnecessary exteriors?

Now Xia Yu's explosive flames gave the old monk a feeling similar to this.

Condensed.

Forget about the mystery and simply reveal the origin to them.

Simple.

There is no casting material Morse Oil. The small oven is just ordinary fruit charcoal, but the fireworks are controlled by an invisible hand and make a chicking sound. How to describe it? It's probably like holding a flame spray gun. , press the fire button, and the high-temperature blue flame locks on the meat slices on the grill, forming a beam shape and impacting!

Simple, direct and brutal.

But it also contains the legend of fire, giving people a sense of sacredness.

Look at the mountains, they are mountains.

“See the water is water.”

Everything returns to the starting point.

Start over?

Not really.

The eyes of the old monk Yizhen showed the horror that could not be completely restrained, The starting point is also the end!

He went around in a circle and came back again!

The road is gone!

ah.

At this time, Natsuki Sugmoto couldn't help but say, It's burnt!

The heat was excessive, and the meat slices were evenly thick on the grill, with the skin half-charred.

A trace of black marks emerged.

Even the old monk was suddenly startled, How could that be!

Aoki Sota kept saying, I can't understand!

How could a master who has gone all the way to heat let his pure white canvas be stained with a trace of ink! Unscientific! impossible!

Taste it?

Xia Yu raised his head and looked over, nuzzled his lips at Shanmoto Xia Shu, picked up a piece of half-burnt roast pork with his chopsticks, put it on the small dinner plate, and raised his hand to hand it out.

While holding the plate in his shirt, Aoki Souta and Abbot Yizhen came around.

Up close, it becomes more and more confusing.

It was indeed burnt, and the tender outer layer of the meat turned into a half-burnt shell. You don't have to think about it, you will definitely make a chirping sound when you bite into it.

What the nose smells, and what the mouth and taste buds taste immediately is a bitter taste.

Scorched garbage, a waste that is worse than dark cuisine, Sugamoto Natsuki's tongue, which has been bombarded and tempered by his own dark cuisine for a long time, is strangely unable to bear it, and his whole face is tightly wrinkled.

Wow!

so bitter!

He opened his mouth and spit it out.

Why is it so painful?

yes.

Why?

The old monk Yizhen frowned deeply and glanced at the rest of the meat slices on the grill. The outer shell was burnt black, but the inside was definitely still very tender.

But why is it so painful?

The old monk felt that things were not simple.

Afterwards, Xia Yu continued to make ramen according to the recipe in his mind.

Barbecued pork, which is barbecued meat, is the most labor-intensive and time-consuming side dish to prepare. The leftover 'soft-boiled eggs', 'young bamboo shoots', 'green onions', 'seaweed' and 'red ginger' that are often used in Japanese ramen 'Wait a minute, Xia Yu only takes 'young bamboo shoots' and 'soft-boiled eggs'.

Then, cook one or two seasonal vegetables and arrange them in the ramen bowl.

An hour later, the soup base made from chicken bones and chicken feet is ready. The soup is a cool and clear yellow color and fills the large white ceramic ramen bowl.

Therefore, green seasonal vegetables are quite conspicuous in the four bowls of soup, tender bamboo shoots, soft-boiled eggs, and barbecued pork with orange tones.

finished--

Xia Yu took off her apron and placed two trays, each containing two bowls of noodles.

The group of people moved from the kitchen to the mountain canteen.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and it was past the temple's fixed dinner time, so the cafeteria was dark. The Aoki Sect's grandmaster went inside and turned on the lights. Xia Yu and Shanben each carried a tray and sat on the tatami that had been cleaned by the young monk.

4 bowls of noodles in total.

Xia Yu didn't want to eat, so he asked the three people to take away his own. He picked up the last bowl along with the tray and placed it on the table in the restricted area.

Put down your chopsticks.

said the old monk.

Xia Yu did as he was told and placed a pair of chopsticks neatly on the bowl.

As for Natsuki Sugimoto, he sat down and stopped caring so much. He stared at the bowl and exclaimed uncontrollably, It's an indescribable feeling!

The ramen is placed at the bottom by 'barbecued meat', 'young bamboo shoots', 'soft-boiled eggs' and a few seasonal vegetables.

The whole bowl of noodles is filled with clear yellow soup. You can clearly see the bottom at a glance, but there is a distinct sense of layering.

A warm breath came.

Natsuki Shammoto took a gentle breath, and felt an indescribable feeling of comfort in his heart. It was as if, standing on the top of the mountains, his field of vision had never been so wide, and the distant mountains had never crouched in front of him in a low posture.

Hey, where’s the bitterness of ‘barbecue’?

Nose sniffing.

Shan Ben took off his chopsticks first and picked up a piece of meat. The meat didn't look very good, half of it was burnt black, but after being soaked in the soup, it had an indescribable change. It's not just as simple as smell disappearing.

Bite down.

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The charred shell had a very obvious cracking sound.

It turns out the bitterness is still there.

The taste that surged up for the first time made Sumomoto's whole face wrinkle subconsciously.

When the black shell was completely broken in the mouth, the legs of the young man with the crested head tightened suddenly on the tatami, and his toes were even cramping.

crisp!

bitter!

However, when the inner layer of tender meat is chewed by the teeth, the soup that comes into the mouth along with the meat pieces mixes with the meat residue, creating a wonderful sweet taste.

Is this the end of bitterness and sweetness?

Is the crust deliberately burnt to create a 'burnt smell'?

What's the purpose of this?

Natsuki Shammoto scratched his ears and cheeks and kept chewing. He always felt that something was missing. Suddenly, the food residue in his mouth felt dry. An idea flashed in his mind, Is it missing the moisture of water?

Picking up the noodle bowl, he took a big gulp of soup.

suck!

In an instant, a completely different taste occurs in your mouth.

On the top of the mountains, Natsuki Sugimoto saw a tree that was struck dead by lightning. But just like this dead tree that was struck by lightning and burned by flames, new buds bloomed under his gaze.

The top of the mountain is bare, with black trees, new buds, and nothing superfluous.

I don’t know why, but I feel that this scene is full of Zen. Compared with the comfort I felt when I smelled the soup before, my heart is as quiet as water at this moment.

Nothing dies, only new life.

Amid dilapidation, new life emerges...

Natsuki Sugimoto sat cross-legged under the black tree, next to the green buds, like a monk who had suddenly realized Zen, with a face as calm as ever.

Wabi-sabi!

A pair of chopsticks clinked on the ground.

In the mountain canteen at night, the slight gasp of a fifth person could be heard quietly.