The next day.

Erina Nakiri woke up in a daze. There was a noisy noise coming from the window that was not closed last night.

I sucked my nose and seemed to have a cold and I had a little difficulty breathing...

I touched my forehead, but it was a little cold. At least I didn't have a fever. Erina secretly breathed a sigh of relief, got out of bed barefoot and stood in front of the window, looking at the gate of the villa at the foot of the mountain, and was immediately surprised.

The dark car completes the feat of blocking the door.

Igo supervisor Masato Kaguhara, Food Association supervisor Catherine, and a man with a lawyer's temperament wearing gold-framed glasses, the three left the villa with a tense face and were surrounded by surroundings at the foot of the mountain.

Erina's eyes were full of doubt.

Wasn’t the Treaty of Food and Drifting last night been completed?

She put on her shoes and was about to push open the door, but unexpectedly, the hallway across the door came from a conversation:

"Deprive the custody of Nakiri thistle? You can think of it!"

This is Zhu Qing's smile, gloating.

"Why didn't you mention it on the spot last night?"

"If I mentioned it last night, it is likely to be in a deadlock. Now the group of people in the research group are like a gambler, with red eyes. This fifth treaty is actually my private condition to Nakiri Thistle. Even if he disagrees, the team will put pressure on him. We just need to wait for the reply..."

A quiet voice that made Erina's heart beat faster.

Xia Yu was also helpless.

Nakiri Thistle, Nakiri Souwei, is very similar in some ways—

Severe daughter control.

It is not easy to get my daughter to take custody to make a bet on food halberds, so I can only put pressure on me. The day after the treaty is completed, Nakiri Thistle will face pressure from all aspects. Don’t forget that the initiative is held tightly by Yuanyue’s team.

When the sound went away, Erina bit her lip, opened the door and poked her head out. Seeing that there was no one in the corridor, she tiptoed to the kitchen area.

Finally, through a layer of glass, she hid in the corner and looked into the kitchen.

The boy started a new day's cooking research.

There were two kitchen counters in the kitchen, and several stoves were placed with casseroles for cooking. Zhu Qing stood by and watched, while the boy took out different fantasy rice from different sealed metal buckets.

Twist his head.

With confusion in his eyes, Erina Nakiri couldn't help thinking: "Rice, is this his food preparation? What will it be?"

Her nose suddenly became very itchy. She covered her mouth and nose and sneezes, then shivered and shivered. Winter in Hokkaido was approaching, and the girl was naturally cold outside in her pajamas.

...

kitchen.

Zhu Qing saw Xia Yu cooked rice in various casseroles.

As chef Lin, Zhu Qing naturally understands the fantasy rice promoted on the market.

The dark and cold particles are the cold rice native to Canada close to the Arctic Ocean - [Black Rice].

Another type is the color of strawberry. If you look at it with a magnifying glass, each grain of rice is a small mini version of strawberry. The metal bucket encapsulated with this rice produces a wonderful sweet and sour taste. It makes people's index fingers excited before it is cooked. This is [Strawberry Rice].

The third type...

It has been gradually promoted in the past six months, but the price is still extremely expensive.

I only used a casserole, washed rice, added water, and did not add any condiments, and did not deal with them too much. It was just an ordinary cooking process.

Click!

Xia Yu twisted the valve one after another, and so a faint blue flame swelled under each casserole.

Until this moment, Zhu Qing, who was full of suspicion, said, "Cook?"

"What do you think?"

Xia Yu was amused when he glanced at his curious baby-like aunt.

This aunt wanted to come in to see him for research. Xia Yu suffered a loss and made three decisions with her before putting it in.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Qing became even more confused.

"Do you have the leisure to play with other things?" Zhu Qing couldn't help but say a little annoyed, "Two days later, it will be a food and halberd battle. This time you will be responsible for the honor and disgrace of the entire team..."

"If you lose, it means that the team will lose in a comprehensive way in the special chef competition stage!"

"Every point is related to the ownership of the legendary kitchen utensil "Yulong Pot"! I hope you can understand the seriousness of the problem!"

"I'm just doing research for food and halberds."

Xia Yu rubbed his temples and waited for the cooking process, he calmed down and thought.

The old man's words last night are vivid in his mind.

Stick to the victory and expand the victory.

But is his winning only lies in the heart of the kitchen and the skills of the kitchen?

When he came back from the hotel last night, he thought over and over again that his victory seemed to be "shining". Whether it was the glowing dishes or the glowing recipes, he ignored them.

"A dish that doesn't shine is not a good dish."

This sentence is the lasting truth in the Chinese world.

Xia Yu also has a practical basis. The simplest thing is that he has not yet solved the mystery of the glowing of the cooking.

Is the so-called glowing meaning of food? Or is it a higher level of harmony?

then.

The so-called countermeasures for eating halberds are all over the place and return to the glow.

It is obviously too late to create a homemade luminous recipe. Two days will be the day to eat the halberd. However, if you have the right recipe and the right ingredients at hand, improving it is a good countermeasure!

There are successful examples of improvement, such as "The Magic Mapo Tofu in Frost".

There are also examples where there is no progress, such as "The Great Magic Panda Tofu", trapped in the absence of suitable black soy ingredients.

Now Xia Yu plans to go back and pick up the blue and purple glowing recipes that he has forgotten for a while.

Half an hour later.

The lids of the casserole were lifted, and the completely different aroma of rice filled the kitchen.

"Jiu Rice..."

Take the rice you are most familiar with first.

The rice was poured from the casserole into a small basin, and the steam brought the unique psychedelic flavor of rice grains. Xia Yu's face slightly stagnated, and he broke free from the illusion of bliss with a natural expression. He used a rice spoon to release the rice balls.

Zhu Qing saw that he turned to the stove and was surprised, "Fried rice?"

That's right, it's fried rice!

Nowadays, with the improvement of cooking skills, even if the fresh rice that has just been cooked is very wet, it is not easy to stir-fry and the heat is not easy to control. But don’t forget that Xia Yu [Breaking Flame]’s cooking skills have reached the quasi-gold frame stage, so it is not too easy to stir-fry dry and stir-fry wet rice.

“Wait…”

The fat and rice were mixed and stir-fried. When Zhu Qing saw Xia Yu turn around and get the prepared egg yolk liquid, diced meat, and red lips suddenly opened. He didn't close for a long time. His whole face was distorted because of shock.

"This, this... is so rude!" After reacting, the rice, egg liquid and diced meat in the pot had a strange smell.

I looked at the rice grains and found that the rice grains were slightly charred.

Seeing this, Zhu Qing patted his hot forehead and said, "It's really messy!"

"No..."

He lowered his head and held his chin to think for a while, but he couldn't find any mistakes in his process. Therefore, Xia Yu determined that [Jiu Le Rice] had problems with other ingredients in terms of characteristics. Simply put, it was not natural.

Cleanly and neatly, give up this fantasy rice.

Go and get another [black rice] and [strawberry rice], and repeat the previous steps.

I tried the dark rice first.

"No, the cold air attribute is too heavy. Unless the rice is fried very dry first, the cold air in the core layer can be completely removed. But in this case, the rice will be too strong!"

"The dark rice is indeed suitable for stewing, such as making seafood paella."

Another familiar fantasy rice was eliminated.

In another half an hour, the strawberry rice fried rice was released. Judging from the color of the dishes, the pink strawberry, the golden egg yolk, and the minced diced meat like chews, the flowers were quite bright, but Xia Yu took a spoon and tasted it, and his face turned green by the strange smell:

"Wuji, it's really dark food!"

"Is it that scary?"

Zhu Qing was suspicious, "These are all top ingredients. No matter how weird the taste is, it doesn't match the darkness, right?"

"I'll try it!"

She found a spoon herself, ate it in one bite, then coughed violently, her white and tender face changed several times, black and green. She held back for a while and finally ran to the trash can with her mouth covered.

"The ingredients must have had some kind of chemical reaction!"
To be continued...