Erina Nakiri rushed back to the kitchen and happened to meet Natsuha who was coming back from the outside.

Xia Yu returned to our store to get some materials and put them in a basket.

What aroused Erina's curiosity was that Natsuyu held the basket in her right hand and a small bag of flour in her left hand.

The main ingredients of pastry are flour.

Flour is divided into low-gluten flour, medium-gluten flour and high-gluten flour. For Erina who has been professionally trained, as long as she knows which flour Xia Yu uses, she can roughly infer what kind of cooking he wants to make.

Low-gluten flour, making cakes, cookies and egg tarts.

Medium gluten flour is mostly used in the production of Chinese dim sum, such as buns, steamed buns, dumplings and noodles.

High-gluten flour is suitable for making dough, such as crispy pie crust and thousand-layer crispy.

Erina Nakiri didn't say anything, followed Naki Yu's butt and went to the kitchen, staring at him for a moment, watching him pour the flour into a large basin.

"Mental gluten powder?"

The flour in the basin was milky white. Erina suddenly determined the type of flour, and couldn't help thinking in her heart: "Does he really want to make Chinese pastry..."

He breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

Since it is Chinese pastry, it should not be a big problem if you return to Xia Yu's old career.

But Xia Yu just poured out the flour and did not add water to the dough. Instead, he turned around and continued to cook the dishes ordered by the guests.

Time passes by little by little.

At nine o'clock in the evening, it was only 3 hours before the review was over. Erina Nakiri finally couldn't hold back and grabbed Xia Yu during the gap and asked, "Have you not conceived your own recipe yet?"

In fact, Xia Yu is "conceiving".

Seeing that he didn't answer, Erina pulled his arm, and Xia Yu suddenly woke up like a sleepwalker.

“Hey hey!”

Xia Yu was helpless and finally seized the time to practice in the chef god space. Why did this little girl suddenly become annoying? He was so amused that he pointed to his forehead and said, "Miss Erina, I'm thinking, can you not bother me?"

"The tongue of God" immediately let go, his lips stuttered, and he finally didn't say anything because of his arrogance.

At this time, Kobayashi Gentian trotted from the store with panic on his face.

"Xia, Lecturer Xia, something is wrong!"

This quirky second seat who loves snacks, said in an anxious tone at this moment: "The 'food demon' is here again yesterday!"

"who?!"

Natsuyu, Erina and Ryoko Lina all turned their heads and stared at him.

Kobayashi said anxiously: "It's that Mas!"

hiss.

Erina couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The situation was already very bad. If that guy came to cause trouble again, the review would be simply judged as unqualified and there was no need to struggle in vain.

The resentment towards Mas in his heart suddenly rose to the level of hatred.

"Is he here to smash the situation?" Ryoko Lina also looked angry.

"No, no!"

Kobayashi Gentian waved his hand and said, "Ise has taken him to the private room No. 1 and has shared a private room with Minister Kamihara and Governor Tamakawa."

"So he came here to have a meal..."

A smiling voice was extremely abrupt in the tense atmosphere.

Xia Yu is the easiest one.

"how?"

Seeing that the three of them looked puzzled, Xia Yu shrugged, "Come on, come, there is no reason to not do business that comes to your door. Gentian, if you go to check out, just say I will make him a specially customized seafood paella."

"Is it just one serving? And... it's paella again?"

The few people were confused, and Xia Yu had already turned around to prepare the ingredients.

"How much does it cost?" asked Kobayashi Longdan.

"Let him give it according to his own wishes."

Xia Yu said casually.

Cooking a paella and processing other customers' orders at the same time, it took an hour unknowingly.

"Erina, bring the paella to yourself." Xia Yu turned around, looked at the tin foil bag on the charcoal stove, and put a freshly fried Aoe dish on the plate, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's ten o'clock in the evening now.

The peak meal season has passed, and the guests who can't queue must have left long ago.

Xia Yu doesn’t have to go online, and everyone knows that there must be a lot of criticism on the Internet. In order to gain popularity, those food media may still be the leaders of the trend.

In a word, the greater the praise you can bear, the greater the slander you can withstand.

It is indeed not possible to serve Xia's branch.

In terms of environment, it is only above the standard line and is far from being excellent.

But sticking to "food" is enough for Xia Yu.

What, restaurant rating?

Xia Yu hasn't considered any rating for a long time. The rating of this store is stopped at two stars, and the branch is newly opened, so it's just a scattered star. But this prevents giants like Mas, Dojima Gin, and Kamihara Masato, from praise for food?

When he reaches the top level and the reputation is neon, he doesn’t need any restaurant ratings. This store, branch and even the future shopping street will still be filled with guests.

This is the fame effect!

Without taking off his apron, Xia Yu finally faced the kitchen counter where the flour was placed, took a deep breath, and planned to use another hour to communicate with the chef god space and practice his skills.

I will actually rub the noodles from 11 to 12 o'clock in the evening.

However, before this, some preparations will be carried out, otherwise there will be no time.

Make soup!

Take the pig thigh bones, chicken skeletons, and wash carefully after overheating water. Put the two into a large pot together and turn on a high heat.

At the same time, Xia Yu took out a white burlap bag of big and small.

A small burlap bag filled with spices, pepper, grass fruit, cinnamon, pepper, meat kebab, dried ginger skin, cumin, etc.

Xia Yu did not strictly follow the recipe, but used the [spice inequality] to optimize the specific amount and proportion of spices, but also strived to be authentic. In short, it depends on one's own practical experience to grasp the details.

The large burlap bag is filled with cabbage leaves, scallion segments, onions, carrots, corn, garlic, etc. Of course, these are all processed, cut into pieces or cut into pieces, and cooked in perm.

At this point, there were differences in the recipes in Xia Yu's mind.

One noodles require an authentic soup, while the other requires a strong seafood flavor.

So, Xia Yu didn't plan to add anything to it. He cooked the soup first and then followed the subsequent steps separately.

...

Bang!

Open the translucent paper sliding door of the box, Nakiri Erina's hand-held tray, and on the plate was a bag of steaming paella.

Mass, Kamihara Masato and Tamakawa Yuriko are chatting.

The mayor of Tokyo is a middle-aged woman, about the same age as Masato Kamihara, with a skill in maintaining her face and a charm.

"Erina!"

Yuriko Tamakawa waved affectionately to the "God's tongue".

"Aunt Tamakawa."

Nakirina sat cross-legged respectfully.

Mas took the tin foil bag and said curiously while uncovering the tape on the seal:

"It's paella again. Is there anything different about today's paella from yesterday?"

As the words fell, the bag was loosened.

The atmosphere of alternating hot and cold is still pouring out.

Mas's expression changed slightly, and his initial relaxed and curious expression disappeared, turning into a deep solemnity.

Instead of putting the spoon immediately, he was fascinated by his eyes and carefully sucked in a wisp of smell.

However, just such a small smell made his pupils diffuse.

"It's different!"
Chapter completed!