Chapter 966： : The so-called "spirit" (middle)

The road to cooking is indeed like sailing against the current. Xia Qing, the old man, told a big truth, but he rarely returned to Shu. Whether he came back specifically to check the entry of Sunzi's cooking skills, he knew best.

at this time.

In the practice kitchen of Ju Xixia's backyard, Xia Yu had no knowledge of the situation outside and was still focused on "cultivation."

Saying that practice makes perfect, cooking does not mention other difficult metaphysical things, the cook should at least practice the proficiency of the recipe? He turned his back to the door and window, squatted down, and added new charcoal to the charcoal pile in front of him. Of course, the "Morse oil" with the metaphor of the explosion caster material was indispensable in the structure of his new recipe.

There was a crack in the doorway, and the voice was very quiet. Xia Yu, who was focused, didn't notice the movement, and several faces approached the gap.

Just as Xia Yu shook the glass, a mass of golden grease fell into the pile of charcoal, and the humming flame burst into flames, and the whole room was immediately photographed like a furnace world.

"Ok?"

A few pairs of eyes secretly observed, slightly condensed.

Xia Yu turned to the workbench and paused, perhaps aware of the breath of the doors and windows outside, but just shook his head and did not scold. In these days, the number of secret observations by the team members in Yuanyue is still too small. They are all own people, and he does not care.

Picking up the big hollow iron ball with the tabletop split in half, Xia Yu wiped it clean with a rag repeatedly until it was slightly reflective inside, then took the chopsticks from the plate, picked up several pieces of meat, and stuffed it into the inner cavity of the iron ball.

"Is this iron ball a kitchen utensil?" Outside the doors and windows, several faces close to the gap were filled with doubts.

Although the old man Xia Qing was born in a poor world, he has accumulated so many years of experience and his knowledge has been extraordinary. The leader of the dark world, Yan Qi, moved his eyes from the iron ball to the slice of meat in the inner cavity, and then looked at the charcoal pile of flames, and suddenly had a strong sense of familiarity, "... this iron ball, and the chain , How it looks like an essential tool in an ancient recipe."

Yan Qi almost shouted the name of the Kaihua Guoba recipe.

Click!

An iron ball buckles up, and in such a cycle, Xia Yu gets several hollow black iron **** stuffed with pieces of meat.

Soon, the crisp chain resounded.

Seeing Xia Yu holding a large bundle of chains in his hand, the iron **** were suspended in the air, colliding with each other, and clanging, Xia Qing and Yan Qi looked at each other.

"I'll just say--"

For a long time, I heard the sound according to Ji. On the outside, I heard the noise inside the house. "No wonder this time, from morning till night, every time I pass by the yard, I can hear the noise of the clang."

He may be the most human rights-free member of the Yuanyue team. Xia Yu retreats. Zhu Qing, Zhenxi and Erina follow up closely, knowing Xia Yu’s progress, and Miyoko, Sister Yuchuan and Xiaolin Longdan Xuejie are also probably aware of it. These movements were made by Xia Yu, but he didn't know the general structure of the recipe.

The flames make the space inside the house look like a gossip furnace.

Xia Yu is like a holy saint locked in a gossip furnace by Taishang Laojun. He has magical powers and is not afraid of flames.

In just a few minutes, the large iron **** that were constantly flicking in the flames of the sea have gradually turned red from the beginning of the ferrous metal, and the temperature increased sharply, changing to orange-red.

This is a "temperature" that ordinary people cannot understand or control. There is no doubt that if someone tries to take a piece of red iron, roast beef and pork, or something, prepare a teppanyaki feast, then the piece of meat must be scorched when it is pasted with red iron, and then it becomes a Group of black dried wood meat.

"It looks like using "red pot" to fry the pork belly." Yan Qi whispered.

"Since he was able to fry pork belly in a red pan very early, then after a year, with red iron **** and braised pork slices, it's no problem." Xia Qing said coolly, to the flame of the grandson in the house Perform without interpretation.

Suddenly, Xia Yu stopped.

The flames also stopped breathing, and the house was silent.

Seeing Xia Yu turning his head to take a large crock, holding it, and holding the iron spoon at the same time, I don’t know how he did it. Use the iron spoon handle to lightly hit a certain mechanism of the red iron ball, only Hearing a click, the iron ball cracked a small and large gap, and Xia Yu used a spoon to pour water into the iron ball. One iron ball probably got two spoons of sauce.

Whisper.

The sauce was poured on the meat slices inside the iron ball, but it immediately caught fire. Xia Yu moved quickly, but the process took only a few seconds. The flame that just emerged was isolated by the sealed iron ball.

"Bum--"

The air oscillated again due to the swaying iron ball.

Very abruptly, a scent of aroma rushed to the doors and windows. The people observing in secret, the ultimate taste of being cooked, the soul and soul, and the blank expression on the face.

The sound of "Boom" awakened everyone.

It may only take ten or twenty seconds, or it may be a few minutes. In short, when the people recovered, the iron **** in the house had been fully opened. A pile of barbecue slices was spread on the plate, and they were piled up on the tip of the hill, and they were heating up. .

Xia Qing and Yan Qi glanced at each other while reaching out to push the door.

Hearing the footsteps, Xia Yu didn't lift his head, but just embraced his arms and stared at the roast on the plate, his eyebrows curled slightly. He is still not very satisfied with the dishes.

"His--" a pumping voice.

Someone stole it, reached over and grabbed a piece of steaming meat directly, who would have just caught the finger, and there was a high temperature that almost cooked the skin. The old man Xia Qing's face twitched, holding back the high temperature, his mouth biting at the slice of meat, now the teeth were fighting, the original serious and serious face was written in horror.

puff.

The clothes exploded and it was a top.

Another voice said: "It's the blaze of flames again, so wonderful!"

Xia Yu finally found out that the sound was obviously an old man, not a pretty girl. He turned his head and looked at Yan Qi in amazement. It seemed to the dark world leader that the red iron ball was spinning rapidly said: "It looks like a rough and violent fire, but it can't be gentle and delicate inside. The small fire is hidden in the big explosion, and the flames on the surface are the explosion of the compressed essence of the fire-this is the perfection of the explosion!"

Yan Qi praised Xia Yu's explosive skills.

After all, this culinary skill originated from the dark cooking world, and he will, but only on the realm and accomplishments, is still a distance away from Xia Yu. Anyway, Yan Qi, who has learned the cooking skills of the dark world, is not specializing in the same way. It is not difficult to understand in this respect.

Xia Qing gurgled his throat and swallowed the meat, his forehead sweating hotly: "This is seven mature beef grains—"

There are slices of meat on the plate, ranging in size, shape, and pieces of meat, and it is the "snow flake beef grain" that Xia Yu meditated. If it is not roasted, the beef grains are distributed with a very beautiful white snowflake texture, and after the roast is roughly cooked Although the white texture of the meat particles is gone, these textures will become hot and thick butter in the mouth of Xia Qing.

"Seven mature?"

Upon hearing this, there was a burst of exclamation. Everyone in Yuanyue also rushed in, swallowing, staring at the barbecue on the table.