Under the tree, there was a white-headed old man in a kimono, who was saying something to the air, his mouth opening and closing, but no sound came out. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In front of the old man's heels was a stone shrine that was almost unrecognizable after being washed by the wind and rain.

Of course, the shrine is still worshipped, as evidenced by the fresh dim sum tribute in two porcelain bowls.

"Yo-"

There was no one in the alley, and seeing that no one was paying attention to this side, Xia Yu came and said hello from a distance.

Suddenly, two pairs of eyes that seemed to be there and nothing looked at each other, with indifference.

But the indifference, as soon as it was discovered who it was, dissipated with obvious goodwill.

At this time, if a certain drunk man opened his eyes in the corner of the wall and saw Xia Yu waving to the air and greeting the old tree, he would definitely be so frightened that he was sober in a cold sweat.

From Xia Yu's point of view, the old man, the female figure looming among the trees, is very clear.

Coincidentally, Xia Yu recognized both of them.

"Is that you?"

"Chef Natsu......"

I don't know why, after a few months of returning, Xia Yu found that the female deities in the stone shrine had a much more condensed body, especially, the lines on the face were faintly outlined, probably a very beautiful and gentle woman.

And the old man, with his white hair pouring down, his coat draped over the kimono, standing with his arms crossed, similar to the temperament of Senzaemon, just standing there, giving people enough sense of majesty.

This is called a slave old man by Tamagawa Misa, Xia Yu spent some time with Tamagawa Temple last summer, speaking of which, he was able to defeat Tamagawa Ayaka, thanks to the five elements attribute ingredients provided by the old man.

As a result, the out-of-print nirvana dish "Peacock Dance" was born.

Do they know?

Xia Yu paused and cast an inquiring gaze.

As if he could detect his inner activities, the old man Nuliang let out a loud laugh: "You kid, it's been a long time, Momoe complained to me a few days ago, saying that you kidnapped her granddaughter, and a group of ghosts and demons in Yuchuan Courtyard are going to rebel." ”

Tamagawa Momoe is also the dean of Tamagawa Temple, and the Demon King of Food, the goddess of Chiyo, and the abbot of Ichijin, and is known as the four pillars of the neon food world.

"However, even if you don't want to see me, I'll look for you in a few days......," the old man haha.

"Yes. ”

Xia Yu just came over to say hello, and left after a few pleasantries. He could see that the old man was talking to the goddess spirit.

saw Xia Yu carrying his childhood sweetheart on the way home.

The old man of Nuliang smiled and suddenly said, "Yuezi, you saw it, her mark." ”

"I knew it at first sight in the summer. ”

"Otherwise, how could a little chef have the power to see the spirit and see the hidden me. ”

"Ha, haha!"

The old man laughed again: "That's why I said that I will definitely meet him in two days." We finally had a chance to play at the event, and I had to talk to her and pick the other four. ”

"Yuezi, are you sure you refuse?" the old man asked again.

"Well, Nu Liang, you also know my state, although it is not broken now, but I am in the recovery period after being hit hard, and I want to watch that child ......"

"Okay!"

The old man didn't force it, and said heartily: "Then I can only go to find a few other guys!"

Turning his back, the old man paused.

"In this era, there are really fewer and fewer existences like you and me...... Cherish it, Yuezi, I don't want an old friend from the Heian period to disappear again. ”

"It's a prosperous time, but it's not our prosperous world...... Hey!" sighed faintly, and the female deity retracted into the stone shrine.

……

Natsu and Maki return to the shopping street.

Maki went home, and Xia Yu went to the store by herself.

It's late at night.

Before entering the door, I glanced at the apartment building, Zhu Qing's suite was lit, Xia Yu sat on the chair in the storefront for a while, swiped social networking sites, flipped through private messages, and chatted with a few friends by the way, and it was midnight in the blink of an eye, and Xia's restaurant echoed the empty bell of midnight.

"Tonight, continue to ponder the ...... of "Four Gods Seafood Eight Treasures Soul Buns"

The second stage of the event is approaching, Xia Yu always has a sense of urgency, and the supreme recipe at hand must be mastered and deepened as soon as possible, so as to add a killer to himself and the team.

"Endless dough pots!"

When I went to the kitchen, I reached out and touched the void, only to hear the crisp sound of the bell, so there was a black clay pot on the countertop.

Reach in directly and grab the 'face fat' in the palm of your hand.

Xia Yu was familiar with the road, and began to use 'noodle fertilizer', that is, old noodles, mixed with warm water to adjust it, and a large lump of sticky muddy old noodles turned into a semi-viscous white soup.

Pour the soup into a cooking bowl, mix with flour and knead.

In fact, the so-called 'old noodles' are the ones that the chef of the white case deliberately preserves a little dough when kneading the dough to make dim sum, and kneading it into the dough accumulated in the past, and over time, the yeast ferments, and the 'old noodles' appear very fragrant and have a little sour taste.

The Bai Luo family's 'thousand-year-old face' is also a similar truth.

Millennial old noodles do not refer to a piece of dough that has been preserved for thousands of years, but to say that the 'old noodles' have been used on one side and kneaded into new areas over the past thousand years, so a balance of access and use has been faintly formed.

And the 'thousand-year-old face' also illustrates the long heritage of the Bai Luo family from the side.

In the new era, white case chefs and pastry chefs have actually eliminated the 'old noodles' a long time ago, and the reason is that the most important thing is yeast!

There are three types of starter cultures commonly used in modern times: yeast, baking powder and old noodles.

From a scientific point of view, yeast products are the most direct, and the yeast fermented by the product is far cleaner and purer than 'old noodles', because if you think about it, there must be various miscellaneous bacteria in the original fermentation of old noodles for a long time, and even substances and ingredients that are harmful to the human body.

In my head, the knowledge of the field of pastry comes to mind.

"It's a pity!"

Xia Yu held the golden clay pot in his arms and knocked it with his hand, "In this world, you don't talk about science!"

Science is what can be eaten? Xia Yu only believes in the things in front of him, and the props are clearly written, kneading the dough with the 'old noodles' produced in this clay pot, and after the noodles are completed, the quality will automatically improve to a big step.

The kneaded large dough is thrown into a clean conditioning basin, the lid is closed, and the next step is the relatively long fermentation process, if possible, cover with a damp cloth and the environment is as warm as possible to provide breeding conditions for yeast, and the fermentation process can be greatly accelerated.

Knock knock!

Just as I was about to come out of the kitchen, there was a knock on the door of the store.

"There are guests?" Xia Yu raised his eyebrows.

The shopping street and Xia's shop became famous with him, but Xia's shop is closed for business in recent times, so there will be no diners late at night.

That's a bit weird.

Thinking to himself, when he looked up, there was no one at the half-hidden door.

The ground, the flickering lights.

The knock on the door was still there, Xia Yu was actually very calm, and he didn't have any timidity or panic in his heart, but shouted loudly: "Don't knock, you come in first-"

No one squeaked.

Even the knocking on the door was gone.

Xia Yu slammed open the window facing the bar in the kitchen, leaned out half of his body and looked out, his pupils suddenly shrank.

In his field of vision, there was a blue lantern at the door faintly revealing a corner, hanging under the cyan silk rope, swaying slightly, a graceful figure with his back to the door, holding the pole with the lamp, Xia Yu only saw her white left hand in the room, and the big sleeves of the kimono hanging down from the wrist.

A gust of wind blew away a few strands of long cyan hair.

Xia Yu was actually not afraid, and there was a trace of excitement in his eyes that he didn't understand.

"Hey!"

shouted again, but the door of the store was empty, as if what he had just seen was just Xia Yu's brain fantasy.

“…… In the dream realm of Yuchuan Temple, it seems that you have seen it, right?" Xia Yu grasped the source of the familiarity.

But is that all there is to it?

He scratched his head, and he couldn't explain it for a long time.