Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 35
"I should..."

Xia Yan was in trouble.

The difficulty of this kind of impromptu program is that there is no preparation.

He couldn't take out the bean paste and the strange mustard that came with the treasure box with a duang in front of everyone.

Simply put, any improvisation is extremely sophisticated.

The same goes for cooking.

Therefore, we can only return to the most basic 'seasoning', 'fire' and 'knife skills'.

"Unless you click on the super-advanced levels like 'Brave Bull and Azure Dragon Slash' and 'Arhat Crystal Slash', [Sword Skill] is the least obvious, and its influence is too low."

"[Seasoning] and [Fire] are different..." Xia Yan opened the personal panel.

3 unused idle skill points.

After thinking about it for a while, I put it on [heating]. Xia Yan probably knew how to make a dish about 'Yuzi Tofu' in his mind. Naturally, the stronger the heat, the better.

[Fire]——Basic fire (advanced 2/2)——firewood stove (cannot be upgraded)——?
"The second advanced point came out?!"

Pounding, Xia Yan's heart beat faster.

Hold the grass, there is only one request, don't be crooked again!Don't be crooked!

After two or three seconds, the information is quickly displayed in the blank space:

""One pot": a pot is a kind of cooking utensils, but any pot is a daily pot for you..."

With the experience of "firewood stove" really fragrant, Xia Yan did not underestimate the advancement of "one pot" this time, whether it is a bit crooked, it can only be used for actual cooking, and the truth is tested by practice.

at the same time.

When I left the dormitory of Jixingliao this morning and went to the cooking room of the Yuanyue Club to hone my cooking skills, Xia Yan swallowed the 'Tranquilizing Pill', and the countdown to the effect of the medicine was displayed on the personal panel:
Remaining time - 16 hours.

This medicinal effect buff is equivalent to the bumper of the quality of the work, no matter how improvised and practiced, the quality will not be lower than the A grade in Yuanyue's cooking class.

On the contrary, Xia Yan is more concerned about whether there will be unexpected sparks caused by the buff of the medicinal effect and the advancement of the new heat...

Exactly.

Can the efficacy of the medicine help him quickly adapt to the first use and practice before he is fully familiar with and master the advanced stage?

How can I describe Xia Yan's current state of mind that is eager to try? It's not like a chef facing a chopping board.

It is more like a research worker who proves a certain combination factor.

……

Xing Ping Chuangzhen was asked by his father to go to the ingredients warehouse next to the store, and pick up another pack of 'Yamako Tofu' and hand it to the second student Yuanyue who occupied the kitchen.

Strictly speaking, 'Tamako Tofu' is not tofu, let alone soy products.

It is mainly made of eggs, vegetable protein and fresh soup. One can imagine how fragile it is, and the earliest publication on the craftsmanship of 'Tamako Tofu' dates back to 1785's "Wanbao Cuisine Secret Box".

Now Xinghei Chuangzhen and Xinghei Joichiro, in their own restaurant, have instead become audiences and judges.

Xing Ping Chuangzhen was extremely serious as he watched the two Yuanyue students cut the jade tofu with the alias "Dan Yujing".

I will not mention it for a long time, focusing on Sichuan cuisine of Chinese cuisine.

You know, no matter what the cuisine is, Chinese cuisine has strict requirements on the basic skills of 'knife skills' and cooking pots. Xing Ping Chuangzhen was quite shocked by the foundation honed by Jiuga Teruji since he was a child.

"It's amazing..." He couldn't help but whispered.

Xing Ping Chuangzhen found that even if he was taught by his father at a young age, the knife skills honed in the busy restaurant battlefield seemed to be on par with this foul-mouthed guy.

No, if it involves complicated sword skills, Xing Ping Chuang really thinks that he will be the one who desperately pursues.

At this time.

He was bumped lightly with an elbow by the old man next to him.

"Look at the other one."

Hearing his father's reminder in a low voice, Xingping Chuangzhen cast a glance at Xia Yan, who was beside Jiuwo Zhaoji, who didn't have much sense of presence, and was stunned for a moment.

too fast.

He is at the kitchen counter later than Jiu I Zhaoji, but he has cut the tofu, minced meat, ginger and garlic, and is now chopping a few fresh red peppers.

In Xingping Public Canteen, most of the guests are local aborigines, so the peppers they have are actually not spicy. Xingping Chuangzhen saw the senior Yuanyue frowned dissatisfied, and said in a low voice: "Why is this level of spiciness? It’s a shame to call it Chili, rub it, it’s really embarrassing to the Chili family..."

Xingping father and son:? ? ?
It's not spicy yet. These peppers have been purchased for several days and have been stored in the warehouse. The best tasting period will arrive in a week.

Then, Xing Ping Chuangzhen saw Xia Yan specially adjusted the valve of the stove.

The pot of oil that their father and son used to cook before began to boil again. Xia Yan coated the cornstarch tofu with cornstarch, but he didn't immediately put it in the oil pan to fry, but turned around and asked One sentence:
"Is this sesame oil?"

Xing Pingchuang replied without thinking, "It's sesame oil."

Xia Yan gave a high thumbs up.

Sure enough, the shabby appearance of Xingping’s public cafeteria is just a lie to laymen. When cutting yuzi tofu and other ingredients just now, Xia Yan found that the quality was unbelievably high, as if they were operating regardless of cost.

As a result, the oil used for frying is also the same, which is "sesame oil" which is relatively expensive. I am afraid that only those mid-to-high-end tempura restaurants are willing to spend a lot of money to use sesame oil.

Seeing Xia Yan's inquiry, he stood with arms folded and waited for about two to three minutes.

Xing Pingchuang was really puzzled by his actions, and asked his father in a low voice: "What is he doing?"

"Oil temperature, smoke point."

Kohei Joichiro's answer was quite succinct.

"what?"

He knew the oil temperature, but he was a bit confused about the 'smoke point'. After all, he didn't go to a special cooking school, so he didn't understand the meaning of some words in cooking theory.

"I told you, Chuangzhen, that the smoke point of sesame oil is around 210 degrees, and it depends on the brand."

Koichiro Kohei smiled meaningfully: "And he is trying to control the oil temperature..."

"After all, 70% of fried food depends on the oil temperature."

Xing Ping Chuangzhen's eyes widened and he asked, "What about the remaining 30%, Dad."

He glanced at his son: "20% depends on the dough, and 10% depends on the ingredients."

Finally, seeing Xia Yan start to use chopsticks to pick up yuzi tofu one by one and put them in the oil pan, Xing Pingcheng Ichiro continued to calmly say: "Chuangzhen, the person next to him just now has a good review of you, you are right about sesame oil. The oil temperature is too low to control, the temperature is almost close to the smoke point before frying, and it will become the oil temperature of McDonald's fried food after a while..."

Hearing that his father also complained about himself, Xing Ping Chuangzhen felt blue veins on his forehead and was not happy.

"Isn't it because you deliberately obstructed me and fried it first, I can only follow behind you, use the same pot of oil, and the stove valve has not been adjusted, how can the oil temperature not be high!"

Huh.

Father Yao took a look and found that his son was not as simple as he appeared on the surface, but rather thoughtful, and soon realized the trap he deliberately set in the father-son bureau.

And when Xing Ping Chuangzhen saw Xia Yan frying, he took the time to scan the kitchen.

"What do you need?" he couldn't help asking.

"Do you have a cast iron skillet?"

"Have……"

Xing Ping Chuangzhen took a bite of the pure black pot and looked at the heavy pot, then Xia Yan put the pot on the stove, heated the oil, added ginger, garlic and minced meat, and stir-fried together.

"嗞嗞嗞~"

The turbulent smoke and the tangy aroma spread to the entire store.

Witness this scene.

Xingping father and son looked at each other.

"I probably know his recipe." Xing Ping Chuangzhen slapped his palm and whispered excitedly.

Kohei Joichiro smiled, his mouth moved slightly:
Teppanyaki.

　I have to adjust my schedule recently, so the update time is a bit messy, please forgive me, I will try my best to save the manuscript and update regularly after the schedule is adjusted~
　　
　
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