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In the No. 1 kitchen, a number of dome cameras huddled in the corners focused on the teenager who attracted much attention.

"Sticks!"

I saw that Xia Yu didn't know where to touch a black stick.

The stick looks like it is made of metal, and it is reflected by the fire of the charcoal stove, and the color of the metal is slightly circulating.

The key is that after Xia Yu took out the stick, he washed it on the kitchen counter slightly, wiped it with a rag, and then turned around and returned to the large charcoal stove to see the "Paradise Rice" floating in the boiling water......

Wow –

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed, and most of the black sticks more than three feet long suddenly disappeared into the boiling water.

The scene of the hall turned from exclamation to dead silence.

It is estimated that the audience watching the live broadcast was also choked by this scene.

On the Internet, the old man who used a proxy to watch the live broadcast over the wall was stunned.

“…… That's a pastry stick, isn't it?"

Xia Qing has returned to his ancestral house in Shu from the capital, and there is a laptop computer on a dark red desk with yellow rosewood in front of him, the computer is newly bought, there are few software icons on the desktop, and even the browser is the original system comes with it.

He stared at the computer, his brow furrowed, and gradually loosened in his thoughts, as if he understood the meaning of his grandson's action.

"I see, haha!" Xia Qing laughed heartily in the study, his face was filled with relief.

"It seems that that book is really for the right person......"

in the picture.

Xia Yu's expression was focused, holding the black stick, and the fingers, wrists and arms of his right hand followed the black stick to rotate around the edge of the clay pot.

Revolve!

Turn!

The trend of black sticks is getting faster and faster.

The "Bliss Rice" inside the clay pot is like a white waterfall, mixed with boiling water, and swept by.

"Isn't this the pastry stick he used to cook noodles last time?"

Akiyama Hiroshi and Masato Kamihara were stunned.

A month ago, in the kitchen of Xia's branch, the commander of Yuanyue and the governor of Tokyo, who also witnessed Xia Yu cooking "Soul Noodles" and "Galaxy Noodles", were also stunned.

In the Togetsu student team, Ichishiki, Kobayashi Gentian, and Erina Nagikiri even stood up involuntarily, opened their mouths wide, and looked up at the huge screen hanging above the guild hall, the sticks used by the young chef and the skills he displayed were so familiar to them.

Soon, the water and rice in the clay pot gradually appeared in the close-up shot, and a whirlpool gradually appeared.

The whirlpool was in the center, and the tornado formed by mixing rice and water clung to the rough wall of the clay pot, whistling and spinning, and a harsh grinding sound was heard!

White stripes in the waves!

"Circle!"

Akiyama Hiroshi let out a breath and said.

Masato Kamihara glanced at him, nodded, and said, "That's right!

The lines are so familiar.

A month ago, they said that now in the face of the lens of the special assessment, they will say it again.

But this is not the case.

At the beginning, Xia Yu used the skills of "spinning" and "drawing circles" to make two bowls of special noodles, which satisfied Hiroshi Akiyama, and passed the review of Hiroshi Akiyama's special candidates, and then was able to get in touch with the world of special chefs in advance.

Now, the title is not noodles, but "Bliss Rice"!

In fact, the mood of these two examiners can be described as messy.

Pastry cooking skills are used elsewhere......

Isn't this nonsense?

"Well, what does 'draw a circle' mean?" Chiyo Aichi asked weakly.

"Look at his arm movements—"

"And sticks—"

Masato Kamihara raised his hand to the screen.

Hearing the sound, Tamagawa Ayaka looked up and looked away, the stick and the boy's arm were reflected in her pupils, and there was an indescribable aura.

Those hands were very steady.

Like the orchestra conductor and the baton in his hands.

Knock knock!

For some reason, Tamagawa Ayaka's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she seemed to hear the dull storm sound swirling in the kitchen at the moment through the screen and through the screen!

Whew, whew, whew......

The wind is blowing!

Not only the water and rice in the clay pot, but also the white tornado formed in the pot following the boy's stick and hands.

"Roar—"

Faintly, there was a white dragon head emerging from the crockpot, making a vicious roar.

Tamagawa Ayaka's delicate body trembled slightly, and there was a palpitation in her eyes.

"Go down!"

At this time, in the picture, the young man's lips opened and closed slightly, and he whispered, holding a black stick in his right hand, and with a stir, the white evil dragon suddenly let out an unwilling whimper, and his head retracted into the crockpot.

At this moment, the rough, clumsy, and rustic clay pot fell in the eyes of Tamagawa Ayaka, and it turned out to be the supreme magic weapon that imprisoned the evil dragon!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a raging flame erupted from the big charcoal stove under the clay pot!

The manic flame snake has a tendency to burn all the way to the mouth of the pot along the outer wall of the clay pot, and the entire clay color of the clay pot is reflected in the flames of bright orange red!

The white tornado in the pot and the red flame outside the pot complement each other!

And in the eyes of Tamagawa Ayaka, the fire snake and the white dragon are fighting fiercely!

White Dragon.

Fire Serpent.

It's the fiery snake that has the upper hand!

She was shocked, she couldn't help but rub her eyes, and then looked at the picture on the screen, everything returned to normal, as if what flames and what evil dragons just now were just her own brain delusions.

Hiroshi Akiyama and Masato Kamihara stopped explaining as soon as they said "draw a circle".

Chiyo Aichi gave the two examiners a look and told them to continue.

"Ahem!"

Masato Kamihara coughed lightly, a little embarrassed.

He can't tell the audience that what the young chef is performing is actually a kind of pastry cooking skills, and the stick is not a simple thing, it is the pastry stick that the pastry chef regards as his life, and now in the hands of the young chef, it has become the key prop for him to complete the cooking!

But what exactly does a teenage chef do?

Even if it's Kamihara Masato, he is confused.

"I'll tell you......"

Hiroshi Akiyama took the initiative to take the hot potato, and Chiyo Aichi immediately cast a sparkling gaze at him.

"The cooking technique used by Chef Xia is essentially a technique for making dim sum. ”

As soon as the words came out, the audience's expressions became exciting.

Dim sum?

Wait, what does this kind of food have to do with "Bliss Rice", you're kidding me?!

A group of messy spectators, casting their gaze on Hiroshi Akiyama, suddenly became subtle.

Hiroshi Akiyama had an innocent expression.

"A pastry chef can draw many deep circles...... In short, you can know what his skills are from drawing circles. Akiyama Hiroshi couldn't resist the eye attack of the audience, so he could only take a deep breath and throw out dry goods and said: "If my judgment is correct, Chef Xia, I plan to use my cooking skills in the pastry field to cook a pot of porridge!"

Gruel!

The audience was in an uproar.

Do you hold a stick so tightly to cook porridge and stir it wildly?

"Porridge!"

Hearing Akiyama Hiroshi say this, a flash of light suddenly flashed in Kamihara Masato's mind.

"Wait—"

"Turn on the detector and detect the temperature of the outer and inner walls of that crockpot!"

He immediately gave the order.

Soon, the exact value appears on the screen:

Outer walls – 160 degrees Celsius.

Inner wall – 120 degrees Celsius.

The bottom of the clay pot is aligned with the flame-dense area of the charcoal stove, and the temperature can even reach as high as 200 degrees Celsius.

And the temperature is constantly rising.

"No wonder he uses a clay pot, not a casserole!"

Kamihara Masato's eyes showed shock.

"Compared with casserole, although the heat gathering and heat retention performance are not as good as those of casserole, it is better than heat resistance!"

"If you cook at such a high temperature, the utensils must be heat-resistant, otherwise it will easily burst!" said Masato Kamihara, his face changed slightly, "100 degrees is the boiling point of water, and if the temperature of water continues to rise on top of this, it will become water vapor and quickly drain away!"

"Y-Can he control it?" (To be continued.) )