"You really want to taste it?"

Xia Yu turned around in shock.

He just started this dish, and he scored 60 to 70 points, which was just as good as an ordinary student in Yuanyue. In the eyes of senior foodies, he probably couldn't be put on the table.

Masato Kamihara led the monk and the female search officer into the kitchen.

"Is this dish named?" Masato Kamihara asked with concern.

"Yes, big hits, Shuchuan cuisine."

"Big and boiled meat?"

Thinking of the scene where Xia Yu cooked the dishes on the red pot just now and the fire snake danced wildly, Kamihara Masato smiled and said, "On the surface, the stove is just on a small fire, and it cannot be called a big explosion burn, but in fact, the hot red pot is the key to this dish. The big explosion is hidden in the small fire. Even if it is a small fire, heating it to the maximum limit is enough to produce the explosive effect!"

He didn't try it, but he saw the secret of the cooking.

The strong man in monk's clothes said in a muffled voice: "Put in the pot in advance and boiled in clean water, it is already 80% ripe. After sliced, just throw it into the pot and stir-fry it quickly, and you can reach 100% ripeness."

"The key is the level of heat in the hype!"

"Yes, in order to evaporate a lot of water that seeps out of the vegetables in an instant, overwhelmingly powerful firepower is indispensable!" Kamihara Masato was amazed.

"Is the heat even?"

"There is still time to stir-fry!"

"These two basic points of temperature are difficult to control!"

Ryoko Lina is also rare to speak, Leng Bingbing commented.

"The stronger the firepower, the more you need to pay attention to the even heating and stir-frying time. If you are not careful, a few of the pork slices are overheated and zoomed, or the vegetables are not released in time after the water evaporated, not only will the color of the dish become yellow, but the lubricating and refreshing taste will also be destroyed... In this way, the cooking is equivalent to failure in production!"

Xia Yu shrugged, these people said everything they should say, the secret of this "big blasting back-cooked pork" lies in the control of the heat!

‘Big Bang Back-Cooked Pork’ comes from the original Chinese novel.

On the Yangtze River, Xiaodangjia competed with the Asian magazine "Breaking Flame Chef" one of the five tiger stars in the dark cuisine world, and used two flame dishes to barely tied with the Asian magazine's "Tianxiong Roasted Blue Fish".

One of the two flame dishes is the 'Big Blow-up Steamed Meat'.

Of course, Xia Yu just tried to restore the recipe based on his memory, and now it seems that the results are pretty good.

The idea of ​​using the famous hot skill of the Asian magazine "Breaking Flame Chef" is a bit terrible. Xia Yu doesn't know whether he can make this "Big Burning Pork" better than the original work through innovation and hard work. He plans to try it, and if possible, buy the recipe and add a killer move.

"Try it first..."

I found chopsticks, and several people squeezed in the narrow kitchen, each with a pair of chopsticks. Later, Miyoko Hojo also squeezed in and served as a try-in for the new dish.

Xia Yu took the lead in picking up a piece of meat and throwing it into his mouth, then closed his eyes and chewed it carefully.

Hmm!

The second try-in was Masato Kamihara. The fragrant and shiny gravy flickered with shiny gravy. As soon as he was sent to the import, he suddenly widened his eyes. Crack, his hands couldn't help but use force, and the chopsticks broke.

"It seems that there is flame dancing on the tip of his tongue!" He swallowed the pot meat in one mouthful, stirring his tongue in his mouth, and saliva was secreted rapidly, and he couldn't help but put the chopsticks on for the second time. "What's going on with this feeling? It's obviously very ordinary, but it's delicious, and the flame seems to have become a condiment. It's the flame that sublimated this dish!"

The strong man in a monk's clothes also ate so much that he was full of oil. It is normal for a neon monk to drink wine, eat meat, get married and have children.

"Yes, the smell of flame!"

The mouth was filled with the pot of meat, and the cheeks were bulging. The strong man in the monk's clothes couldn't help but stretched his neck to chew, spitting out a burning breath, his eyes were shocked and understood, "I felt like I was stuffed into a volcano..."

He said, feeling the heat, and involuntarily pulled the collar of the monk's clothes open, and a layer of fine beads of sweat had oozed out of his skin.

Ryoko Lina was silent on the ground. After eating a piece of meat, she had a second and third pieces.

"Is this the essence of flame?"

Miyoko Hojo held on the kitchen counter with one hand, held the chopsticks with the other hand trembling, her legs were clamped together, her pretty face was red and her beautiful eyes were blurred, giving people a feeling of drunkenness, even her speech was soft, and her tone turned into a cute girl, not a normal tomboy.

Shaking his head, putting down his chopsticks, Xia Yu held his chin and pondered.

Not enough, just a semi-finished product!

This dish has almost perfect knife skills, with pork slices of equal size and similar shapes. The knife skills of other side dishes, such as Qingjiang cuisine, cabbage and even green peppers, are also impeccable.

But why can't you get the rating?

This shows that apart from the knife skills, there are many problems in other places. The key is that his use of the "explosion" technique is very immature and belongs to the new driver on the road.

Thinking of this, Xia Yu had the urge to close the store and close his business, lie on the bed, and enter the chef's space to practice frantically.

The remaining 500 fame value is enough for him to train for a while.

...

At midnight, there were no pedestrians in the old shopping street, and it was quiet outside.

Masato Kamihara led the monk, and Ryoko Lina walked out of the shop.

"Go back."

After touching his slightly raised belly, I tasted several delicious dishes tonight, and Masato Kamihara was satisfied.

Walking outside the block, the monk couldn't help asking: "Minister, have you known about the existence of this restaurant for a long time?"

"certainly!"

Masato Kamihara glanced at him and smiled, "That young man has only been in the store for half a month. Half a month ago, the owner and chef of the store was a senior chef in the cooking industry with the surname Xia."

A senior in the cooking arts industry surnamed Xia?

The monk was shocked and said in a lost voice: "Is it Mr. Xia Qing?"

"Shh!" Kamihara Masato raised his fingers and smiled in his eyes, "It's good that you know, but don't go out. The boy is Mr. Xia Qing's grandson. I don't want him to be targeted by the dark chef. After all, Mr. Xia Qing asked me to take good care of his grandson before leaving."

Their car was parked outside the shopping street, and the three of them got into the car, and the monk sat in the driver's seat, and Ryoko Lina was in the passenger seat.

Masato Kamihara was in the back seat, looking back at the block that gradually disappeared in the night after the car. After thinking for a moment, he took out his cell phone and called a subordinate.

Dou, Dou, Dou...

After several consecutive calls, a tired voice complained: "Minister, it's three o'clock now. Please, at three o'clock in the middle of the night, you can't squeeze the employees like this!"

"Check some information for me." Kamihara Masato said to himself, "about the 'glowing cuisine'."

“Glowing cuisine?”

The other end of the phone sneered, "Minister, aren't you sleepwalking? How can the cooking shine? If there is, it's magic, not cooking!"

"You just check it out and you can ask the Chinese branch's research institute to help. The time is set in the century from 1850 to 1950."

"But Minister, the information in the food industry has been divided during this period, especially in mainland China. After the fierce war of dynasty replacement, many cooking skills have been lost..."

"It is the time period that lets you check it!"

Bang.
Chapter completed!