Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 62 Fried Gluten

Seeing Yan Xian taking off his coat, Xia Yan didn't expect his plan to go so smoothly, and his heart beat suddenly accelerated.

Compared with the other four members of the 'Five Tiger Stars', the key point is that Yan Xian has never shown his cooking skills!
In the original book, the world said that his culinary skills were terrifying, and even the Chef Bakuyan lamented that he was the most powerful one of the 'Five Tiger Stars'.

There are famous articles such as "Tianxiong Roasted Herring" and "Unifying the Seven Kingdoms Fried Noodles" in the Asian magazine.

Meera has the ability of "mirror", copying and imitating the dishes of Xie Lu and Ren.

The leader, Kaiyou, even has the supreme classic in the dark world of "Eight Arrays of Breaking Demons".

"It is said that Yan Xian is good at boiling and frying cooking techniques, now I finally have the opportunity to verify the truth of the rumors in the real world."

Xia Yan was going to the back kitchen to bring a bag of flour, when Ting Yan asked him, "Is there any flour?"

"I thought about it. In the middle of the night, based on the existing ingredients, I can only make some pasta-like snacks."

Shit, is this going to crash?
Skillful.

He is also going to make a noodle dish.

"Have--"

So Xia Yan brought out a large bag of flour, poured out half of it, pointed to the white mountain of flour and said, "How much do you need?"

Yan Xian washed his hands, rolled up his sleeves, swung his arm like a knife, split a third of the face mountain, and then threw it in front of him.

His movements were very clean and quick, and it was fine that the flour didn't lift a single bit. His arm divided the mountain into two, and the Chu River and Han boundary separated in the middle was clean without any residue of white dust.

"Unfortunately, it's ordinary flour, not high-gluten flour."

Yan Xian grabbed a handful of dust, shook his head and said, then turned to fetch water from the water tank behind.

Xia Yan took advantage of Yan Xian to turn his back, facing a certain prop in his heart, and said "use" silently.

Ding.

[Obtain the state of "Super Vision" (Eye of Mira), which lasts for 2 hours].

A second chef was squeezed into the kitchen, and what happened next made Tang Ying, Chen Zhiyuan and the others look at each other in blank dismay.

Two people are kneading and kneading dough!
"They all use warm water to knead the noodles."

"Hey, look at the other side, just use salt to start stirring the flour, and you can't see anything fermented at all."

From dough kneading to kneading.

Chen Zhiyuan's eyes flickered, and he observed carefully between Yan Xian and Store Manager Xia, not wanting to miss any detail.

Store manager Xia held a rolling pin in his hand, and the basic skills of the white table, at least from Chen Zhiyuan's perspective, were not a big deal.

In contrast, Yan Xian seems to be too freehand, without using any tools, he uses a pair of fleshy palms to repeatedly knead and pat the gradually formed dough.

After a while, the dough for both of them entered the "waking up" stage.

At this point, it seems to be the dividing line of the recipe.

"Whoo, whoo, whoo..."

Bottle after bottle of red sauce was thrown into the Chinese pot and stir-fried. Yan Xian stood and watched with great interest, and didn't mind the high-temperature stove beside him, but whether it was the pungent spicy smell or the heat wave like sauna It didn't affect him in the slightest.

Seeing that Xia Yan stir-fried the chili sauce, fried the beef, and mixed the 'beef juice and butter' obtained by chopping the beef into a bowl of hot red oil, Yan Xian couldn't help saying to himself in amazement: "This Yes, puff pastry?"

Glancing at the proofing dough, then at a bowl of well-balanced "puff pastry".

Yan Xian let out the original smile: "Shortbread!"

But the next moment, his smile froze.

Ignoring the nearby eyes and the gazes of several players outside the bar, Xia Yan clicked open the cupboard, took out a large jar of 'special mustard mustard', held two knives, and pointed at the mustard root on the chopping board , a burst of swinging the knife like rain, naturally exuding the aura of a master of knife skills for many years, "Bang bang bang bang..."

A hint of refreshing, crisp taste.

Like dots of green ink, it is rendered in the rich spicy red cloud.

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down.

The players who were muttering and communicating fell silent.

"Is it the 'mustard' in the personal store? Holding grass, store manager Xia is personally demonstrating how to use these two super ingredients properly!"

Chen Zhiyuan held his breath, and met Tang Ying, who had also unlocked the store, with a scorching look, then stared at the store manager Xia for a moment, and Yan Xian, one of the 'Five Tiger Stars', suffered a cold reception.

After a while, the sound of washing broke the silence.

When the players saw Yan Xian, they threw the proofed dough into a copper basin filled with water, and kneaded it vigorously, as if they were washing clothes.

Xia Yan just put the "folded" and "closed" dough into the steamer above the stove, and when he heard the sound of scrubbing, he turned around and looked at it with a strange expression.

Yan Xian didn't notice it, and neither did Chen Zhiyuan and other park players.

At this time, the pupils of the young chef's eyes quietly glowed with a layer of golden light.

The retina is like a mirror.

It clearly reflects every move of Yan Xian, the 'five tiger stars'!
But Yan Xian said that after changing a few basins of water and kneading and washing it several times, the size of the dough that was originally a big lump has shrunk greatly, and its shape has turned into a sticky pale white mud ball.

"Gluten!"

Tang Ying and Chen Zhiyuan whispered.

So these mud balls enter the next step of "secondary wake-up", and the next cooking becomes more clear at a glance.

Take the oil pan.

Gluten wrapped around the chopsticks.

I saw Yan Xian lifted the chopsticks above the hot oil pan, shook it lightly, swish, a white jade dragon broke free from the chopsticks, and quickly penetrated into the depths of the brownish-yellow liquid, the white scales gradually turned golden yellow. .

"What kind of fairy taste is this!"

The delicious aroma of fried food made the group of people around the bar take a deep breath, their chests heaved, and they felt that their souls were going to leave their bodies with the light smell.

In no time, a plate of steaming fried gluten is ready.

Swish!
At the moment when the chopsticks stacked the last piece of gluten on top of the dinner plate, a dazzling light bloomed in the eyes of everyone without warning.

"Hair, shine!"

"Hold the grass?!"

"This is the legendary...glowing dish?"

"It turned out to be true! My eyes are almost blind!"

For visitors to the park other than Chen Zhiyuan, this may be a scene that shocks the concept of food and subverts the world view of cooking, but it is a pity that this plate of fried gluten is not for entertaining diners. Taste request.

At this time, another explosion smell suddenly raged out of another pot in the kitchen, and in terms of taste, it was not much weaker than the glowing dishes of the 'Five Tiger Stars'.

"Finish--"

Xia Yan held the Chinese iron pot, tilted it slightly, and a piece of steaming bread immediately fell onto the prepared clean white dinner plate.

Subconsciously, he touched his forehead as if he wanted to untie the scarf.

But suddenly it occurred to him that he was not the medicine king, and he didn’t have the behavior habit of taking off his hood and shouting “poor hospitality”. One skim, one point.

Puff pastry, with layers on the side.

Gloss shimmers!

(End of this chapter)