Erina Nagikiri rushed back to the kitchen and happened to run into Xia Yu who was returning from outside. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xia Yu went back to the store and got some materials and put them in a basket.

What aroused Erina's curiosity was that Xia Yu was holding a basket in her right hand and a small bag of flour in her left hand.

The main ingredient of pastry is flour.

Flour is divided into low-gluten flour, medium-gluten flour, and high-gluten flour, and for Erina, who has undergone professional training, as long as she knows what kind of flour Natsu Yu uses, you can roughly guess what kind of food he is going to cook.

Low-gluten flour for cakes, biscuits and egg tarts.

All-purpose flour is mostly used in the production of Chinese dim sum, such as steamed buns, steamed buns, dumplings and noodles.

High-gluten flour is suitable for dough, such as puff pastry crust and mille-feuille pastry.

Erina Nagikiri didn't speak, followed Xia Yu's buttocks, and when she got to the kitchen, she stared at him for a moment, watching him pour the flour into a large basin.

"All-purpose powder?"

The flour in the basin was milky white, and Erina immediately determined the type of flour, and couldn't help but think in her heart, "Is he really going to make Chinese pastry......

Quietly relieved.

Since it is a Chinese-style pastry, it should not be a big problem to return to Xia Yu's old business.

But Xia Yu just poured out the flour, did not add water and noodles, but turned his head and continued to cook the dishes ordered by the guests.

Little by little, time passed.

At nine o'clock in the evening, only 3 hours before the end of the review, Erina Nagi finally couldn't hold her breath, grabbed Xia Yu in the middle of the break and asked, "Haven't you thought of your own recipe yet?"

In fact, Xia Yu is "conceiving".

Seeing that he didn't answer, Erina pulled his arm, and Xia Yu suddenly woke up like a sleepwalker.

"Hey, hey!"

Xia Yu was helpless, and finally seized the time to practice in the kitchen god space, why did this little girl suddenly become annoying. He couldn't cry or laugh, pointed to his head, and said, "Miss Erina, I'm thinking, can you not disturb me?"

The 'Tongue of God' immediately let go, his lips pursed, and the words of apology were finally out of his mouth because of the tsundere.

At this time, Kobayashi Gentian trotted from the storefront, with panic written on his face.

"Xia, Lecturer Xia, something is wrong!"

This snack-loving, quirky second seat, said in an anxious tone at the moment: "Yesterday's 'Eating Demon' is here again!"

"Who?!"

Natsu Yu, Erina, and Ryoko Rina all turned their heads to stare at him.

Kobayashi Gentian said anxiously: "It's that Mas!"

Hiss.

Erina couldn't help but gasp. The situation is already very bad, and if that guy comes to make trouble again, the review will simply be judged to be unqualified, and there is no need to struggle in vain.

The resentment of Maas in the heart of the 'tongue of the gods' suddenly rose to the level of hatred.

"Is he here to smash the field?" Ryoko Rina also looked sullen.

"No, it's not!"

Kobayashi Gentian waved his hand and said, "Isshiki has already taken him to the No. 1 private room and shared a private room with Minister Kamihara and Governor Tamagawa." ”

"So he's here for dinner......"

A smiling voice, in a tense atmosphere, extremely abrupt.

Xia Yu is the easiest one.

"How?"

Seeing that the three of them were puzzled, Xia Yu shrugged his shoulders, "Come on, there is no reason not to do the business of sending to the door." Gentian, you go to the checkout, and say I'll make him a special customized paella. ”

"Is it just one copy? and...... Paella again?"

In a daze, Xia Yu had already turned around and prepared the ingredients.

"How much does it cost?" asked Kobayashi Gentian.

"Let him give as he pleases. ”

Xia Yu said casually.

Cooking a paella while processing other guests' orders takes another hour before you know it.

"Erina, you bring the paella yourself. Xia Yu turned around, glanced at the tin foil bag on the charcoal stove, and put a freshly fried Qingjiang cabbage on the plate, and finally could breathe a sigh of relief.

It's ten o'clock in the evening.

The peak dining season has passed, and the guests who can't line up must have left long ago.

Xia Yu doesn't need to go online, he knows that there must be a lot of scolding on the Internet, and those food media may still be the leaders of the trend in order to gain popularity.

In a word, how much praise you can bear, how much slander you have to withstand.

On the service of Xia's branch, it is indeed not good.

In terms of environment, it is only above the standard line, and it is far from excellent.

But sticking to the point of "food" is enough for Xia Yu.

What, restaurant ratings?

Xia Yu hasn't thought about any ratings for a long time, the rating of this store stops at two stars, and the new branch opens, so it's simply zero-star, but does this prevent giants such as Maas, Dojima Silver, and Kamihara Masato from praising the food?

When he arrives at the premium grade and the honorary neon, he doesn't need any restaurant ratings, and the store, branches, and even the future shopping street will still have a cloud of customers.

That's the fame effect!

Without taking off his apron, Xia Yu finally faced the kitchen counter where the flour was placed, took a deep breath, and planned to use it for another hour to communicate with the kitchen god space and practice his hands.

Between 11 and 12 o'clock in the evening, you can actually knead the noodles.

However, before that, some preparations need to be made, otherwise there is not enough time.

Soup!

Take the pork thigh bones and chicken bones, wash them carefully after superheated water, and throw them into a large pot together and turn on the fire.

At the same time, Xia Yu took a large and a small white burlap bag.

Small burlap bags, filled with spices, peppercorns, grass fruits, cinnamon, pepper, meat, dried ginger peel, cumin, and so on.

The dosage and proportion of specific spices, Xia Yu did not strictly follow the recipe, but quietly optimized and calculated with [spice inequality], but tried to be original. In short, it is to rely on your own practical experience to grasp the details.

Large burlap bags are filled with cabbage leaves, green onions, onions, carrots, corn, garlic, etc., which of course have been processed, cut into sections or pieces, and boiled in a hot head.

At this point, the recipes in Xia Yu's brain diverged.

One type of noodles requires an original thick soup, while the other requires a strong seafood flavor.

Therefore, Xia Yu didn't plan to add anything to it, so he boiled the soup first, and then proceeded with the subsequent steps separately.

……

Bang!

Pulling open the translucent paper sliding door of the box, Erina Nagikiri holds a tray in her hand, and on the plate is a bag of steaming paella.

Maas, Masato Kamihara, and Yuriko Tamagawa are making small talk.

The mayor of Tokyo is a middle-aged woman, about the same age as Masato Kamihara, who has a good face and charm.

"Erina!"

Yuriko Tamagawa beckons to the 'Tongue of the Gods' cordially.

"Aunt Tamagawa. ”

Erina Nagikiri sat respectfully crossed.

Maas took the tin foil bag, and while unsealing the tape, he said curiously:

"Paella again. Is there any difference between today's paella and yesterday's?"

When the words fell, the mouth of the bag was loosened.

It's still hot and cold, and the breath is pouring out.

Maas's complexion changed slightly, and his relaxed and curious expression at the beginning disappeared and turned into a deep solemnity.

He didn't spoon it immediately, but looked intoxicated and carefully inhaled a wisp of flavor.

However, just such a small breath of smell made his pupils dilate.

"It's different!"

As if in a dream, Maas didn't even know what he was whispering. (To be continued.) )