A burst of applause.

After seeing who was applauding clearly, I suddenly turned red.

This applause is much more valuable than defeating Yukihei Chuang's true self-confidence.

"The 10 chefs and 10 dishes were served almost all at the same time. This accuracy... is trained with sweat and enthusiasm for cooking!"

Xia Yu gave applause and said, "Awesome!"

seeing is believing.

Even if this scene exists in the original work, he was shocked when he saw it with his own eyes.

The past two days, Erina Nakiri, who was inspecting the academy venue and dispatching work, sniffed her nose and sniffed the smell. Her eyes passed by plates of Mapo tofu on the table. She couldn't help but whisper: "Not only the time it was delivered was almost the same, but the taste was not bad at all!"

After a long time, I stood up straight.

Ten young players from the club lined up behind the dining table with their hands in their arms. Some people couldn't control their inner emotions because they were praised by their idols in person, and their bodies were trembling with excitement.

"How about it!"

He asked Yukihei Shima, who was standing there, at this time, Yukihei Shima had already put a spoon on him and tried several plates of Mapo tofu in succession, and sweat fell from his forehead. Juewoo Shouji sneered, "I have given my new understanding of Sichuan cuisine "spicy" and "ma" to these Juewoo Shoujiri Mapo tofu!"

A new understanding!

Yukihei Tsuma couldn't help it, so he put down a spoon again, and his cheeks bulged up after eating.

As soon as I ate it, my tongue was burned and spicy, and my whole mouth was twitching, but before he could make it so hot, it was so spicy that a mysterious mechanism on his tongue seemed to have been pried open!

boom!

Spicy, mahjong, soup, at this moment, mixed with the tongue to form a wonderful symphony of passion. Yukihei Shin was captured by the layers of piles of taste.

After a long time, Yukihei Kyohei put down the spoon and said in disbelief: "These 10 tofus are of the same quality, and... they are not the same dish as Yukihei's Mapo tofu!"

As a popular restaurant, the menu also includes Mapo tofu.

"Hmph!"

After a long time, I was about to rise to the sky.

"In the past, my understanding of Shuchuan cuisine was to dominate the diners' tongues with domineering spicy and numbness. Now, my new understanding is to weave a symphony of passionate love with hot, spicy and numbness. Do you think your tongue has fallen uncontrollably and captured?"

Yukihei Tsubasaki lowered his head.

He couldn't help but track the "hot love" taste in his mouth. Ah, his whole body seemed to be sucked in by a honey pot, but the can of this can was not sweet honey, but the chili red oil that burned people's skin and made people happy to enjoy.

"Yuiheikun..."

The kind-hearted Tian Suohui looked at his friends in the Jixingliao with concern.

Miyoko Hojo murmured: "A new understanding? Turning dominance into a passionate reverb of prisoners? From dominance to prisoners..."

Dominance, domineering.

Captive, sweet.

Xia Yu didn't expect that after returning from an internship in his own shop, I had a completely different cooking style.

Moreover, he found that Jiuwo Zhaoji seemed to have vaguely grasped the key of the ultimate taste. This key has the flash of chef characteristics. This is his unique treasure. If he collects three such treasures, he is the top chef at the Lin level.

Awesome and spicy, little yellow-haired!

With a compliment in his heart, Xia Yu stepped forward and tasted it with a spoon.

After a while, he shook his head and put down the porcelain spoon.

"Sure enough, although the craftsmanship of these young players in the club has been developed for a long time and has a solid foundation, it lacks the spiritual shining of genius... In other words, they are just mass-producing dishes for the crowded guests!"

A suitable evaluation was given in my heart.

"Lecturer, how about it?" Shouki, who left Yukihiro Tsuma, approached and asked with a shameless face.

Xia Yu said in a whisper: "It is barely enough to get such a dish to deal with customers at the "Academic Festival"..."

"But!"

He paused, glanced at Yukihei Tsuma, who was still sinking into the "Red Oil Honeypot" world, "If you use it to bet with Koyoshi, you have the possibility of losing."

"ha?"

"Lost? How can he win alone?"

I laughed loudly at me.

Xia Yu shook his head.

In the original work, I was defeated by Sawaki, but it was not lost to Kohei Tsuma alone, but to him and his group of friends.

In a sense, it is indeed impossible for Jiuwo Zhaoji and his Chinese Cooking Research Association to lose against the previous person.

"Let's do this, improve the dishes, so that your store will have the dishes from the town." Xia Yu's words made Jiuwo Zhaoji's expression collapse, "Improve it?"

His eyes widened and his breathing was burning.

"Lecturer, can it really be improved?" He stared at Xia Yu with his eyes tightly.

"certainly."

Xia Yu smiled.

Since I, Shouji, has touched the ultimate treasure house, he has stood in the position of his mentor and would not mind pushing him behind his back.

If the student is outstanding, doesn’t it mean indirectly that the instructor is excellent?

"Jiu, come over with the same ingredients and cook yourself." Xia Yu raised his chin to Jueu, who was in the eighth seat.

"well!"

I replied excitedly, and after a while, I went back and put a large tray on the kitchen counter.

On the plate, there were peeled garlic, fresh green onions, and dried red peppers.

Of course, there are many seasonings, sweet noodle sauces, bean paste, etc. in Shuchuan cuisine. I can only say that I am the boss of the Chinese Cooking Research Association and is extremely professional.

Cut the onion, pat the minced garlic, chop the ginger, and twist the cap of the sauce bottle.

After a long time, I took all the materials and stood at the cooking table nervously, waiting for Xia Yu's instructions.

"Start the pot."

Xia Yu said, after seeing him for a long time, I was a little confused, so I added with a smile: "Just follow the familiar rhythm of yours. When I don't exist, I will instruct you to do what I should say-"

Jiuwuzhaoji suddenly realized that I felt like I was back when I first learned cooking.

The quiet eyes next to him made him feel trembling.

But after all, one of the top ten members of the world took a breath and the hand holding the pot spoon changed from slight trembling to complete calmness!

"boom--"

This is the sound of howling flames.

Turn on the fire, heat the pan, stir-fry the pan with chili peppers, these processes are as natural as breathing for me after practicing day and night. At this time, the young lecturer gave the first instruction:

"Strain off the chives and chives and ginger with red oil."

Um?

My expression changed slightly, but I did as I said.

"Pour pork minced."

Wow.

The pork minced into the pot, and I stir-fry it after a long time, and the meat is fragrant.

"After 10 seconds, add bean paste and stir-fry, 20 grams!" Xia Yu's eyelids did not move. The flame of the cooking table stove, the temperature of the pot, and the color of the minced pork in the pot were captured by [super touch] to form a detailed heat image.

However, in Xia Yu's eyes, I was actually very slow, like a slide.

"Rice wine, 15 grams!"

This seasoning was obviously beyond my preparations. He panicked. Fortunately, there was a bottle of cooking wine on the kitchen counter. He quickly poured it into the pot and sweated on his forehead.

Enough!

You can only rely on feelings and experience to control the amount of seasoning.

"Put the fermented black bean sauce, the amount is smaller, remove one or two spoons and reduce it by about 5 grams."

"You can put tofu!"

"That's the broth? It's too thick. Add it to an equal amount of water and pour 300 ml... Well, the heat is up, add some soy sauce, about 10 grams, add some salt, and cook for another 3 minutes!"

I was so busy that I was sweating profusely.

Finally, thicken with Taibai powder, sprinkle a layer of pepper noodles and minced garlic when put out of the pot and put it in the plate, and the plate of Mapo tofu is completed.

"Bang--"

The sound of the pot and spoon falling.

I looked at my hands blankly, and then looked at the plate of Mapo tofu on the table with a unique taste, as if it was a picture-like feeling. After a long time, my memory of cooking flashed through my head.

Suddenly, with a bang, I felt like I had caught something.

“Where is different…”
Chapter completed!