Laugh at!

Laugh at!

Laugh at!

This is the sound of fire.

Of course, I am afraid that only Xia Yu present can hear such a condensed flame movement.

His treatment of 'meat slices' is very classic, that is, he finds an oven and a grilling net, and then uses chopsticks to put slices of plum blossom pork on the grilling net and grill the meat!

That's right, it's the "baking" method!

"Ah, barbecue?"

Natsuki was simply stunned.

Is there a ramen with yakiniku? No, how can yakiniku be used as a side dish for ramen, put it in soup, suck and chew it with ramen, and it won't look strange in your mouth?

What kind of ramen is it, hey, Hakata ramen?

Sapporo ramen?

Or Kitakata ramen?

Natsuki Semoto racked his brains, but he couldn't find a genre that used 'yakiniku' to pair ramen.

"It's not barbecued pork at all!"

He said firmly.

Japanese-style barbecued pork is made by three forms of heat: 'frying', 'boiling', and 'stewing', but there is no 'grilling'!

In addition, if you grill meat, the juice evaporates badly and becomes dry, and then you bite and chew on the very strong ramen, doesn't it further burden your mouth?

Eating "comfort" is also an extremely important taste!

An operation that is incomprehensible.

Natsuki gave such an evaluation in his heart, he didn't have a big mouth and talked nonsense.

It's a really old monk, his reaction is different from that of Shimoto and Aoki, and his eyes lit up, "What a streamlined flame manipulation!"

He had taken a public class called "Primordial Flame" by Xia Yu.

If, in the classroom, the young lecturer's doctrine still has some mysterious colors that people can't understand, then now the "barbecue" heat this time is really an instant insight.

It's like...... Straight to the source.

"Huh!"

Abbot Yizhen's face gradually became solemn.

Isn't the shallowest layer of 'wabi-sabi' pointing to the essence of simplicity and stripping away those unnecessary appearances?

Now Xia Yu's explosion of flames, what gave the old monk is a feeling similar to this.

Condensed.

omit any mysteries and secrets, and simply reveal the "origin" and show them it.

It was simple.

You don't need any spell casting material "Morse oil", in the small oven, it is very ordinary fruit charcoal, but the fireworks are manipulated by an invisible hand, making a "whoosh" sound, how to describe it, it is probably holding a flame spray gun, pressing the fire button, the dark blue high-temperature flame, locking the meat slices on the grilling net, into a beam shape, impact!

Simple, direct, brutal.

But it also contains the legend of fire, giving people a sense of sacredness.

"Look at the mountains are mountains. ”

"Look at the water is water. ”

Everything is back to square one.

Do you want to start over?

Not.

The old monk's eyes revealed a horror that was difficult to completely reinforce, "The starting point is also the end!"

"He walked around and came back again!"

"The road is over!"

Yes.

At this time, Natsuki Kamoto couldn't help but let out, "I'm scorched!"

The heat is "excessive", and on the grilling net, pieces of meat of uniform thickness are sliced, and the skin is half charred.

A black mark emerged.

Even the old monk was stunned, "How come!"

Aoki Sota chanted repeatedly: "I don't understand!"

How could a master who has exhausted the road of "fire" let his pure white canvas be stained with a trace of ink! Unscientific! Impossible!

"Taste?"

Xia Yu glanced up, looked at Natsuki Nunu, took a piece of half-charred roast pork with chopsticks, put it on a small plate, and raised his hand to hand it out.

The shirt was on the end of the plate, and Aoki Sota and Abbot Ichizhen came around.

Looking at it up close, the more you look at it, the more confusing it becomes.

It is indeed burnt, and the original tender outer layer of the meat slice has become a half-charred shell.

What you smell with your nose, as well as what you taste with your mouth and taste buds for the first time, is a bitter taste.

Eating scorched garbage, a waste product that is worse than 'dark cuisine', Natsuki Semoto's tongue, which has been bombarded and tempered by his own dark cuisine for a long time, can't bear it strangely, and his whole face is wrinkled tightly.

"Wow!"

"It's bitter!"

He opened his mouth and spat out.

"Why is it so bitter?"

Oh, yes.

Why?

The old monk frowned, and his eyes swept over the rest of the meat slices on the grilling net, but the shell was charred black, and the inside was definitely still very tender.

But why the pain?

The old monk felt that things were not simple.

Subsequently, Xia Yu continued to make ramen according to the "recipe" in his mind.

Barbecued pork, which is barbecued meat, the most labor-intensive and time-consuming side dish, is made, and the leftover Japanese ramen often uses "soft eggs", "tender bamboo shoots", "green onions", "seaweed", "red ginger", etc., Xia Yu only takes "tender bamboo shoots" and "soft eggs".

Then, cook a seasonal vegetable or two and place them in a ramen bowl.

After an hour, the soup base made from chicken bones and chicken feet is ready to be cooked, and the soup is a cool yellow color, filled with a large ramen bowl filled with white ceramic.

As a result, the green seasonal vegetables are quite conspicuous in the four main orange-yellow bowls of soup, tender bamboo shoots, soft-boiled eggs, and barbecued pork.

"It's done—"

Xia Yu took off his apron and placed two trays, each tray, containing two bowls of noodles.

The group moved from the kitchen to the mountain canteen.

At this time, the sky had already darkened, and it was past the temple's fixed dinner time, so the cafeteria was darkly lit, and Aoki Sota went to the house to turn on the lights, while Xia Yu and Shomoto each carried a tray and sat on the tatami mat cleaned by the little monk.

A total of 4 bowls of noodles.

Xia Yu didn't eat it, so he asked the three of them to take it away, he took the tray with him, picked up the last bowl, and put it on the table in the "forbidden area".

"Put on the chopsticks. ”

The old monk said.

Xia Yu did so, and on the bowl, a pair of chopsticks were neatly arranged.

As for Natsuki Shimoto, as soon as he sat down, he couldn't care so much for a long time, staring at the middle of the bowl with his head bored, and let out an uncontrollable exclamation, "I can't tell how I feel!"

Ramen noodles are pressed to the bottom by 'yakiniku', 'young bamboo shoots', 'soft-boiled eggs' and a few seasonal vegetables.

The whole bowl of noodles is filled with clear yellow soup, and it is clear that you can see the bottom at a glance, but there is a distinct sense of layering.

A hint of warmth came.

Natsuki sucked gently, and there was an indescribable sense of comfort in his heart, as if, standing on the top of the mountains, his vision had never been so wide, and the distant mountains had never been prostrate in front of him.

Hey, what about the bitterness of 'barbecue'?

Sniff sharply.

Shirt Ben first got off the chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat, this meat is really not good-looking, half of it is charred and black, but after being soaked in soup, there is an indescribable change. It's not just about the smell disappearing.

Bite down.

"Whew!"

The charred black shell is very noticeable.

It turns out that the bitterness is still there.

The sense of taste that surged up for the first time made the shirt, the whole face, subconsciously wrinkled.

The black shell, in the mouth, was completely shattered, and the legs of the cockscomb-headed young man coiled on the tatami mat were suddenly tightened, and the toes were even cramping.

Crisp!

Bitter!

However, when the tender meat is crumbled by the teeth, the soup that follows the slices of meat to the mouth is mixed with the meat residue to produce a wonderful sweet taste.

"Is this bittersweet?"

"Is it to deliberately scorch the shell to create a 'burnt taste'?"

"What about that purpose?"

Natsuki scratched his ears and cheeks, chewing his mouth non-stop, always feeling that something was missing, and suddenly, the food residue in his mouth had a dry feeling, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, "Is there a lack of moisture from water?"

When you pick up the noodle bowl, you take a big sip of soup.

Suck!

Instantly, the mouth tastes completely different.

On the top of the mountains, Natsuki saw a tree that had been killed by lightning, but it was such a dead tree that had been struck by lightning and burned by flames, and in his gaze, new shoots bloomed.

The top of the mountain is bare, dark wood, sprouts, nothing superfluous.

I don't know why, I feel that this scene is full of Zen, compared to the comfort I felt when I smelled the soup before, my heart was as quiet as water at this moment.

"Nothing dies, nothing but a new life. ”

"In the midst of ruin, rejuvenate ......"

Under the black wood, next to the green shoots, he sat cross-legged, like a monk who had an epiphany, with an ancient well without waves.

"Wabi-sabi!"

A pair of chopsticks fell to the ground.

In the mountain cafeteria at night, there was a slight gasp of the fifth person.