Even if the skills of LV10 can be alone, Kitahara Shuji slowly put down the kitchen knife, carefully studied the [Cooking Skills] and got the subsidiary skills after being promoted to the intermediate level - it seems that the more skill books that are fused, the more auxiliary skills you get when the skill is upgraded, the more powerful it is, and Kitahara Shuji is idle and has nothing to do to gnaw all the recipes of East and Southeast Asian countries that Fukuzawa Naotaka collects.

It turns out that there is still this exquisiteness, and you will have to pay attention to learning skills in the future, but you can't be greedy and press a hard brush.

Fuyumi stood beside him with a small black face, holding a sharp and long fish cutting knife in her hand, and asked softly, "This is the help you are talking about?"

She has been patient for four days, and at first she thought that Kitahara Shuji had some wonderful ideas, but now that she sees that it is pure nonsense, she finally couldn't help but ask.

In the past four days, Kitahara Shuji has lined up her, Yukiri and Haruna to take turns to go to the hospital to guard Fukuzawa Naotaka, with the hope that Fukuzawa Naotaka will get better in case his condition improves, and he didn't do anything himself, just playing with radishes in the store.

The store is now in a mess, with radishes piled up, and the choking smell of radishes fills the entire space, making people feel sick, and the whole family is mobilized to eat radishes to make pickles, but it is still inevitable to waste more than 90%. If Kitahara Shuji doesn't give a reasonable explanation, the fish-cutting knife in Fuyumi's hand will be stuck in Kitahara Shuji's ass the next moment-it's already very difficult at home, this guy still has to do these planes? Are you here to help or to make trouble?

"I'm improving my cooking skills and preparing myself to become a shopkeeper. "Kitahara Shuji didn't hide it from Fuyumi, there is one to say, and two to say. In ancient times, there was a view of the river flowing and passing and enlightenment, and now there is him cutting radishes and mastering the essence of cooking, which is also regarded as the same in ancient and modern times, each for a beautiful talk.

Dongmei is not mentally retarded, so naturally she doesn't believe it, and her face is even darker: "Use cut radishes to improve your cooking skills?"

This is the basic skill of the chef, it is equivalent to Su Zhen in swordsmanship! If you want to improve your cooking skills in this way, then chefs are all over the place, and there are as many famous chefs as dogs, do you still need you?

Kitahara Shuji smiled confidently and picked up the kitchen knife again, and suddenly the whole aura was different, it seemed that the entire kitchen had become his territory, and anyone or anything that went against his will would be faintly excluded - according to his skills, he was no worse than those professional chefs who had been in the business for many years, and with new subsidiary skills, he also had the power to fight with those well-known chefs with special skills.

Confidence comes from strength!

He smiled at Dongmei and the others: "I have completed my cultivation, what do you want to eat? Come, feel free to order, try my craft!"

Xueli sat in a corner of the kitchen, holding a white radish in one hand, burped, and shook his head again and again: "No, Xiuji, I really can't eat it, I ...... now." No, I won't eat turnips anymore. ”

Today it was Haruna's turn to go to the hospital to accompany her, and her closest father was sick, Yukiri was still very sad at home, and her mood had been very low, Dongmei felt sorry for her, and she also felt sorry for those wasted radishes, knowing that she liked to eat, she placed her in the kitchen to eat casually, and she didn't stop, turning her grief into appetite, and eating hasei, but no matter how big she ate, she was also a person, and after all, there was a time to eat enough.

She is carrying two rabbits, but she is not a rabbit herself, so she can't stand using radish as a staple food.

Kitahara Shuji was slightly embarrassed, did this kid eat radish phobia? He walked over and said softly to Yukiri: "We don't want these turnips, don't force yourself to eat them, now change the taste, do you have any dishes you want to eat the most?"

Xueli sat in the pile of radishes in the corner of the kitchen and looked pitiful, she lowered her head and thought for a while, and said aggrievedly: "I want to eat mustard bibimbap made by my mother, I haven't eaten it for a long time, I used to be able to eat ten bowls, but you can't make it, my mother has an exclusive secret recipe." ”

Kitahara Shuji smiled, took the radish in her hand, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'll make you mustard bibimbap." ”

Xueli raised her head and glanced at him, shook her head stubbornly and said, "Mom's mustard bibimbap is really special, Daddy can't do it, you haven't eaten it before, it's better not to do it if you can't do it." ”

"Try it!" said Kitahara Shuji laughed again and went to pick up rice.

Fuyumi followed him with a small black face, and said angrily: "Do you want to continue messing around? Didn't you say that you want to continue to run the izakaya? There is no money at home, you know? There is no money left!"

In fact, there is still a point, there should be more sellers, but Dongmei is now extremely nervous, and she regards money more as her life, and every yen spent is a knife to cut her heart, and any behavior that makes the money in her hand disappear is killing her.

She regretted believing in Kitahara Shuji a little, but if she wanted to reopen without Kitahara Shuji, Haruna was too small to stand up, and she didn't feel reliable to hire one from outside - she began to struggle with whether to get rid of Kitahara Shuji.

Kitahara Shuji tilted his head and smiled at her, comforting: "Prepare for another day today, and we'll reopen tomorrow, no problem." ”

Fuyumi hesitated for a moment, she could only endure it for another day, if Kitahara Shuji was still so foolish tomorrow, she would mobilize her sisters to beat him out directly.

But in the past few days, there are only a few small ones who still go to school and kindergarten without knowing the truth, and the big ones have temporarily taken personal leave, and now she has nothing to do, so she stood next to Kitahara Shuji and watched him make wasabi bibimbap, but after looking at it for a while, she felt that it was wrong, and reminded: "You shouldn't use this kind of rice, my mother didn't do it before." ”

If you want to pay attention to bibimbap, the choice of rice is very important, and even several kinds of rice need to be matched with each other, so that there can be a perfect taste, and the random selection of rice is not good to cook out of a sticky ball, it is uncomfortable to look at, how can it be delicious?

And Kitahara Shuji picked three kinds of rice to match each other according to the method he learned, and unlike Fukuzawa's mother's formula, Fuyumi must still think that her mother is authentic.

Kitahara Shuji ignored her, and just smiled: "I know it in my heart." ”

Dongmei glanced at him, flipped through the refrigerator, and said, "There is no fresh wasabi at home, and that is very expensive, you don't waste the ingredients!"

The wasabi in the izakaya is for diners who occasionally order sashimi, and Fukuzawa Naokaka is very particular about it, and he doesn't fill it with horseradish, and really offers freshly ground wasabi - most of it is made for the blind to see, and ordinary diners can't eat that good.

Many people can't tell the difference between mustard, wasabi and horseradish, and they basically eat nonsense.

Wasabi in Japanese cuisine actually refers to wasabi, and the toothpaste-like wasabi paste is not real wasabi, but horseradish, and real wasabi is a traditional spice - the wasabi bibimbap that you want to eat in the snow is actually freshly ground wasabi bibimbap.

When the Japanese mention wasabi, they generally call it "asabi", and the corresponding Chinese character name is "Wei Zuo Yu", which is a spice that replaced chili peppers in the Tang Dynasty of China more than a thousand years ago, and was transmitted to Japan three times and two times, I don't know what's going on, it has become mustard in the cognition of ordinary people today, probably it may be that the taste of the three is too similar to distinguish, and with sashimi, that is, sashimi should also be passed on as a match- Now it's hard to verify, why the Japanese eat sashimi dipped in freshly ground wasabi, and now I can't say three, four, five or six.

Wasabi is a plant that is very squeamish, has extremely high requirements for water temperature, water quality and soil salinity, does not like light, and only grows in the damp and cool place at the root of a large tree, and even then it takes a year or two to be considered fleshy and mature, the longer the growth time, the more delicate the flesh is the better - the artificially cultivated ones stand aside, and the fast-growing quality is average.

In terms of cuisine alone, wasabi is authentic, horseradish is a substitute, the taste is two or three grades worse, it is considered the cousin of wasabi, but it has its taste but not its god, nicknamed Ma Radish, is the younger brother of radish. As for mustard, it is a traditional spice around the world, it is very common, just look at the name, it is mustard seeds ground into powder, and it is the next product of the next grade.

Fuyumi is still very concerned about the lack of fresh wasabi, and if it doesn't taste good, it's better not to do it, and it's better to keep the full amount and sell it for money, and Kitahara Shuji doesn't care about her, and takes the wasabi and grinds it.

Wasabi itself is not spicy or choking, and only in the process of fine grinding, the glucosin enzyme that is originally well water does not interfere with river water will react with glucoside sulfide, presenting a unique food style, fragrant and refreshing.

Kitahara Shuji operated methodically, using quick freezing to reduce the steaming rice to a temperature that could be eaten immediately, and after serving most of the bowl, he spread a thin layer of freshly ground wasabi on top of the rice, and then dodged wasabi with the soy sauce to extract the umami juice, and finally sent it to the snow.

Xueli stretched out her nose and sniffed carefully, and said with some confusion: "Mom doesn't make it like this, can it be delicious?"

Kitahara Shuji turned his head to serve the second bowl again, and said with a smile: "Just taste it." ”

Xueli mixed it with chopsticks, then picked it up and took a big bite, and then she held the bowl and lowered her head and was stunned.

Fuyumi looked at Kitahara Shuji and then at her sister, and asked expectantly, "How does it taste?" She hoped that Kitahara Shuji would be a good cook, so that the family could continue to operate.

Xue Li didn't answer, she raised her head and there were two lines of tears on her pretty face. She cried silently for a while, and then suddenly burst into tears.

Dongmei was shocked, and hurriedly went to grab the rice bowl, and shouted in her mouth, "What's the matter? Is it too spicy?"

Xueli held the bowl in her arms and choked up: "It's the taste of my mother, I miss my mother, my sister don't stop me, let me finish eating!" After speaking, she lowered her head and started to pick up the rice, crying while picking it, "I miss my mother, I miss my mother, woo woo ......"

Fuyumi was pushed aside by the snow, and looked at her tearful sister, falling into deep confusion.

Kitahara Shuiji handed a bowl of rice to her, and smiled helplessly: "You also taste it?" He didn't expect to be able to eat and cry in the snow, probably because wasabi was choking and she was in a bad mood these days!

Dong Mei took the bowl suspiciously, looked left and right, only from the appearance can not see any difference from the previous food, and finally mixed it gently, picked a chopstick into the mouth, only felt that the fragrance was full of mouth, it was definitely fresh wasabi, there was some slight choking of the nose, which made the nose sour, but it was the kind of refreshing sourness, which seemed to dispel the heat of the hot summer in an instant, and more importantly, it was indeed the taste of mother- Just after eating such a mouthful of food, I naturally remembered the gentleness of my mother in the past, that amiable smile, and those pure words.

It's like opening up dusty memories.

Dongmei's tears couldn't help but burst out of her eyes, she quickly lowered her head, wiped her tears and whispered: "It's so spicy, it's choking on my nose, and the taste is average!"