Chapter 475： : Overtaking on a curve

The interpretation of the mirror image continues.

Bernard soaked the pigskin with boiling water close to 100 degrees Celsius, and Xia Yu did it.

Pork is cooked in soft water with a lower temperature.

From the perspective of an ordinary audience, the two act in concert, but from the perspective of a professional chef, there are more doorways in it.

Water temperature!

Bernard looked at the pigskin and pork soaked in hot water, cleaned his hands, and then glanced at Xia Yu. He saw that Xia Yu also washed his hands and wiped off with a towel. His face immediately fell, and there was a kind of provocative anger. .

"imitate!"

This word was deeply imprinted on his head, which made him uneasy and faint.

"Impossible!" Bernard shook his head, his eyes condensed, and he regained his confidence. "The pigskin was soaked in water at 95 degrees Celsius, the meat was cooked in water at 80 degrees Celsius... The taste and taste will be different. Oh! The gap is in the details. Do you think those abnormal reviews can tolerate these flaws!"

He glanced over the side of the review sheet, and he paused on one of the beautiful women with long wavy, wavy hair. Benal knew her. This is a great gourmet in the French gastronomic world, Melissa, and also in Europe. The well-known **** star, once satisfying her with cooking and gaining her favor, is her guest.

However, Melissa is most intolerant of "defective" and "perfunctory" dishes. Her comments will tell the chef what a real poisonous tongue is and what is the most vicious language.

At this moment, Melissa's face was not very good-looking, and her eyes were annoyed.

Bernard knew that the anger was not directed at him, but his opponent-the young special chef who did not know what to do in these international competitions and intended to imitate his opponent's cooking.

"You asked for it, don't blame me."

He lowered his eyes slightly, and could not be too distracted during the cooking process. Bernard gathered his attention and moved a small bag from the kitchen counter into a clean stainless steel basin and poured some finely-grained ingredients into it.

Buckwheat!

The faint aroma of the grains came out, and Bernard's mouth twitched, and he washed it with clean water. Then he poured the pot of buckwheat into a hot boiling pot that had been placed on the stove before.

Inside, there is a big pot of soup!

This is a necessary step in the preparation of the French cuisine "black blood sausage". As for why it is buckwheat instead of barley, Bernard believes that the reviewers will give the audience an explanation.

The pork skin, pork, and liver are cooked.

To grind pork, pigskin must also be grinded. There is no high requirement for meat, but pigskin must be ground as finely as possible, as is the liver. Berner does not use mechanical grinding and is completely handmade.

About twenty minutes later.

Bernard mixes the prepared seasonings and spices with minced meat, minced pork skin, and minced liver.

He used a large, deep container to carry out this step.

Next, pour the uncured'Blood Pig, Bird and Blood', and then, turn off the heat and raise the stock pot that has been cooked for more than half an hour. The pot mouth is poured down, and the buckwheat paste that has been cooked into a mud, Suddenly fell into the container.

Stir!

Bernard was sweaty, but his lips curled up slightly, obviously in a good mood.

"well!"

He secretly said, "Every link is perfect, no mistakes. Next, pour the mixed things into the pig intestines and cook them for an hour or so, the black blood sausage is completed..."

Thinking of this, his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden burst of uproar.

what happened?

Bernard looked up blankly while stirring, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

opposite.

Xia Yu slowed him a step, instead of stirring the mixture immediately, but stopped at this step. From Berner's perspective, it happened that Xia Yu bowed his head on the kitchen counter and was filled with glass bottles filled with spices.

"This……"

Bernard was surprised, a flash of ridicule flashed in his eyes, and said in secret: "I understand, he wanted to change the spice recipe, but black pepper, allspice, marjoram and minced onion, I accumulated with repeated practice experience The resulting combination of spices has already reached perfection, unless you completely push down the formula...rebuild!"

"But this is the scene of the international competition!"

Bernard chuckled loudly.

"This young chef is unexpectedly bold...or rather stupid! Stupid!"

The riots at the venues were precisely because the two had handled them differently in the final steps.

The front is obviously mirror-like behavior, but at the critical moment of mixing, I didn’t expect to chase the young special chef who imitated behind the opponent’s butt, and suddenly a drifting overtaking came around the corner. Anyone should be shocked and fell off the ground. Eyeballs.

"What is he doing!"

"Do you want to revise your opponent's recipes on the spot! Really!"

"This is a blasphemy against an international competition!"

There was a lot of doubts and even scolding. Some people began to question Xia Yu's cooking skills.

"Ha ha……"

She cut thistle and smiled happily.

Mas and Elizabeth were speechless.

A group of friends covered their mouths and were stunned in the Xingxingliao Dormitory in Tokyo.

Takmi and Isami sat blankly in the dormitory, looking at the screen of the notebook, and witnessing this scene, Takmi suddenly thought of the'full tracker' beautiful pleiades.

The same is imitation, but Mei Zuo Peng takes a lot of time and energy to spy on the opponent's intelligence before he can come up with his own imitation works and targeted improvements in the duel.

And lecturer Xia...

Takmi's heart thumped, "Will he succeed?"

"If it succeeds..."

The dumb boy didn't dare to think anymore.

In the picture, Xia Yu also started his own stirring.

The ingredients are probably similar, with minced pork, pork skin and pork liver, and buckwheat boiled in mud. However, Xia Yu has something to say about spices.

"Black pepper, allspice, marjoram, minced onion... this combination is too ordinary!"

"what the hell!"

Xia Yu laughed a little in his heart, and with his current attainments in the spice field, he could hardly see the past without modification, "Overthrow! Overthrow!"

"Pepper, pepper powder, um, green onion and **** are also crushed, and they are more open, and fishy."

"Cinnamon, cardamom, cloves."

"What else?"

Xia Yu probed the mixture in the container while stirring, and Xia Yu probed the mixture in the container. She always felt that the color was not enough.

Thinking of the oil, the light flashed in his heart. He turned his eyes and stared at the Chiyo Aichi next to him. The hostess froze for a moment, then stepped forward and whispered, "Master Chef, what do you need?"

"Are there balsamic oils from cows, pigs and birds?" he asked.

"Uh……"

Chiyo Aichi immediately stepped down from the stage The director picked up the intercom and asked about the condition of the food warehouse. A few minutes later, a small box of "cattle pig bird balsamic oil" was really delivered, and Xia Yu cut the fat Finely shred, throw it in, stir and stir, this time a song of stirring should come to help.

After the mixing is completed, the next step is the indescribable pork gut infusion.

ten minutes later.

Several red blood sausages curled in the deep pot.

"Click!"

The two opened the valve almost at the same time, and the flame burned the bottom of the pot.

Half an hour later, the blood sausage came out of the pan, drained and cooled, but the audience's expressions were not right, one by one.

Even Bernard's heartstrings shuddered.

Attracted by Mingming, he looked up at Xia Yu.

"what happened……"