Yes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A group of people were disappointed, Xia Yu didn't say much, so he moved a few small plates with his left hand, placed them neatly on the kitchen counter, and prepared the sauce with great interest.

"Then try mine first!"

Ichiro Hasei walked back to his kitchen counter and stood behind the frying pan.

The ingredients he prepares are mainly vegetables and fruits, and tempura is not a heavy dish, focusing on ingredients, maintaining the original flavor of the ingredients, and the seasoning dipping sauce is even simpler, one dish is filled with delicate sea salt, the other dish is filled with finely chopped radish, and of course, there is also lemon juice, which is mostly accompanied by slightly greasy ingredients such as conger eel, and Hase's dipping sauce is on the table, the meaning is unknown.

The crowd gathered around his kitchen counter instead.

On Xia Yu's side, only Maki Morita and Erina Nagi are left.

"What do you eat?"

Hasei smiled and asked Yoshino Yuhime and Kobayashi Gentian, who were crowded at the front.

In front of him, there were two oil pots, and it was worth noting that Nagatani put the small basin filled with white slurry in a convenient position. This is the key face garment of tempura.

"I want this, this...... Well, there's no meat!" "Yoshino Yuhime looked hungry and covered her little stomach, quite distressed.

Kobayashi Gentian's eyes were sharp, and when he found the sac-like thing in the ingredients, he immediately pointed it out and said, "Give me two white tempura first!"

"Ah, there's a white child?"

Yoshino Yuhime looked pleasantly surprised.

The so-called white seed, that is, fish white, is the essence nest of fish.

Shiroko is a high-end ingredient in Japanese cuisine, such as roasted fish white, such as Shirako sushi, such as Shirako tempura, etc., there are too many ways to eat, mainly guinea fish and cod, don't think it's disgusting, in fact, it tastes very, very tender, extremely smooth, but a slight fishy smell is inevitable, which is the inherent original taste of the ingredients.

"I want Shirako tempura too!"

"I'm going to ...... too"

Kohei Soma scrambled forward, ignoring the angry eyes of the others.

Marui Zenji was originally in the front of the list, but with his typical otaku physique, he was accidentally squeezed to the outermost by everyone, and he could only look up to the sky and shout sadly: "Why don't you tell me about quality......"

But no one paid any attention to him.

Maas and Elizabeth were also predators.

Haseichiro took it calmly, used silver steel chopsticks to pick up the clumpy fish essence nest, brushed a layer of white slurry just right, and then stretched out the chopsticks to immerse the fish white into the boiling oil pot.

Someone silently counted the time, about 23 seconds, when Hasei Ichiro lifted the chopsticks, the fish white has been covered with a faint golden fried coat, and at the same time, the rich umami made a group of diners in front of the kitchen deeply intoxicated.

The efficiency is surprisingly high, but it gives people the feeling that it is not hurried, and there is no trace of rush to work.

That's how Ichiro Hase's experience as a first-line chef comes in.

He received guests at the 'Cangse Distillery', and the battle was far more terrifying than it is now.

On the plate, there is white pad paper, and a few white tempuras that have just come out of the pot are steaming.

But there is not a trace of oil stains on the paper.

From this detail, you can know Hase's cooking skills.

When a skilled Japanese chef cooks tempura, the requirement is to strain the oil clean, and the tempura of an ordinary restaurant must have countless oil stains printed on the pad paper, but in the private kitchen of a special chef, this will never be the case, otherwise it is equivalent to failure.

"No wonder it goes with lemon juice!"

Kobayashi Gentian swallowed his saliva, and couldn't wait, picked up a ball of white tempura with chopsticks, dipped it in some dipping sauce, and took a bite!

Not!

A thin, brittle coat that shatters when the teeth are pressed down.

Excellent taste, powdery, crunchy, but without the greasy feeling of fried food.

Immediately afterwards, there is the raging umami like Pandora's box opening!

A piece of fish white falls into the mouth, no need to chew, melts in the mouth, the faint citric acid sets off the umami taste well, and the awakening carried by the ingredients themselves is covered up in the past.

Another bite.

After eating the white tempura in two bites, Kobayashi's gentian eyes glowed green, his appetite was completely awakened, and he went to grab the second one with chopsticks.

"It's delicious......! OMG!"

Yoshino Yuhime's white neck was long and straightened, her cheeks flushed with a strong red tide, her left hand tightly covered her steaming cheeks, and her eyes were full of intoxicated little stars, "Different taste! Really, top-notch tempura!"

"Yes!"

Kohei Soma also ate a white tempura and exclaimed, "The ingredients, the coating, the frying time!

There was a commotion.

Others also tasted Hase's tempura afterwards.

Ten minutes later, the basket full of ingredients prepared by Ichiro Hasei was wiped out.

The kitchen turned from riot to quiet.

After a while, Elizabeth opened her eyes, retracted the color of enjoyment in her azure pupils, and said hesitantly: "...... Like, I mean, there's something missing!"

"Yes, flawed!"

Shinji Takei put down his chopsticks and stared at Ichiro Hase, "Your cooking, the real face is definitely not like this!"

Maas's eyes locked on the red wine that had been quietly cooking.

"The secret, it's here—" Maas pointed to the wine in the pot.

"Please taste!"

Ichiro Hasei placed more than a dozen ceramic and classical wine glasses on the kitchen counter, the glasses are very shallow and can't hold much wine, but if it is a Western-style goblet, this pot of red wine is definitely not enough.

The previous apple slices and lemon slices have been filtered out, and the bay leaves and cinnamon sticks have also been removed.

In short, there was only red wine in the glass.

Oh no, the red wine has actually changed color, from a dark red at the beginning, to a clear orange red now, like a sunset.

If you use a glass, the color of the wine should be more beautiful.

Kobayashi Gentian and Yoshino Yuhime, the two big foodies, grabbed a glass of mulled wine almost at the same time.

"Gollum~"

Taking a small sip, the faces of the two of them were full of joy in an instant.

"Delicious!"

Swallow it.

The heat flowed down his mouth and spread all over his body, and Kobayashi Gentian and Yoshino Yuhime clamped their limbs one after another, and their cheeks were red.

"What a strange taste! There is the dryness of red wine, but there is also sweetness, a faint sourness!" muttered Kobayashi Gentian, her golden eyes like a window.

Outside the window, there is a colorful garden.

A fruit tree is full of rose-like white flowers, and its branches are full of fruit.

It's an apple tree.

However, apples are not the color of common sense, but snow-white, with a smooth and delicate skin that shimmers with a piercing light.

She met a hermit who planted fruit trees.

The hermit hut was not far away, and he came with a hoe on his shoulder, and went away with it, day after day, year after year, until at last the first ripe apple fell, and the hermit picked up the fruit under the tree and smiled.

Unspeakable emotions brewed in my heart.

"Is the word 'hidden'?"

Kobayashi Gentian muttered.

This 'hidden' is not the invisibility of Si Yingshi's serving the kitchen's heart, but a freehand painting, faint, abstract but real.

"Curious ......"

The rest of the people tasted mulled wine one after another, and the kitchen was quieter.

"Platinum apples!"

After a long time, Maas said slowly. (To be continued.) )