"Can he control it?"

Masato Kamihara's slightly low voice echoed in the guild hall that had suddenly quieted down. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Control!

You don't have to be a professional chef to know the intrinsic meaning and difficulty of the word "control".

Theoretically, after 100 degrees Celsius, the temperature of boiling water will continue to rise during cooking, and at the same time, as the water temperature increases, the faster the boiling water vaporizes!

The key is the balance between heat and water!

This is a pot of porridge, if the water is boiled dry, won't it be a dry pot burnt, a complete failure?

"Why not simmer!"

"Yes, there are about 3 hours left, if you simmer and cook porridge, you will have time at all!"

"This, this ......"

After the silence, there was a long commotion that would not be quelled.

Not only a group of chefs in the guest table frowned and discussed, but Yuanyue students and teachers also discussed a lot, judging from the whispers that filled the hall, most of the words were incomprehensible, and some chefs even suspected that Xia Yu was giving up on himself.

Ambition?

This argument has made many people agree.

After all, when time permits, pressing 18 catties of "Bliss Rice" at one time is undoubtedly a strong willfulness in the eyes of the audience.

Obviously, it can be more secure and there are more ways to deal with it, why should the sword go off the rails and gamble?

Even the relatives and friends of Isshiki, Kobayashi Gentian and Erina Nagikiri will inevitably feel resentful at this time.

"Lecturer Xia, it's always so cool!!"

Yoshino Yuhime's eyes were firmly fixed on the chef of the same age on the screen, but his gaze was as if he was looking up at the mountains, full of admiration and yearning.

To a certain extent, Xia Yu's demeanor is very much in line with the taste of this eccentric girl.

Syllable!

A hand knife slashed coldly at the back of Yuhime's head, and she immediately covered her head in pain, and turned her head sideways to Ryoko Kasakaki's reproachful eyes.

"Yuhime-chan, you can't say that!"

Sakaki Ryoko said softly: "Lecturer Xia, I just want to win with his own method and step through the special gate!"

Hearing this, the surrounding Tadoko Megumi and Kohei Chuangzhen.

Even Maki Morita, who knew Xia Yu best, cast a stunned gaze.

Ryoko Sakaki, who gave people the gentle and stable feeling of a big sister, continued to chuckle and said, "Think about it, isn't that the case?

Erina Nagikiri sat not far away, biting her thumb and looking at her complicated eyes.

in the picture.

The young chef was unimpressed by the large stove that was close at hand.

"Wow-"

"Wow-"

The black pastry sticks, still inserted in the boiling water of the clay pot, are wrapped in a white tornado, constantly washing and rotating along the inner wall of the clay pot, and if you pay close attention, you will find that the sound of rice grains hitting the inner wall is gradually weakening.

This is a sign that the rice grains are cooked soft and cooked thoroughly!

When simmered at such a high temperature, even a fantasy ingredient such as "Elysium Rice" quickly cooks.

However, judging from the rhythm of Xia Yu's arm drawing circles, the pastry stick in his hand showed no signs of slowing down or stopping.

There was silence for about ten minutes.

Hiroshi Akiyama and Masato Kamihara, who were stunned at the beginning, both saw a little bit of the doorway.

"I see!"

Hiroshi Akiyama exclaimed.

"I see—"

Masato Kamihara said at the right time, and immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

"Please, please explain to Minister Kamihara!" Chiyo Aichi pursed her lips, there was 10 minutes of silence before, and it was still her dereliction of duty as the venue control host, but in the case of the examiners being confused, she was a semi-professional chef and could not save the scene.

Calm again.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, Kamihara Masashi looked directly at the camera and said slowly: "'Cooking porridge' is the most basic cooking skill, everyone must use a spoon to stir when 'cooking porridge', right?"

Hearing this, a group of people in the guild hall nodded.

There were also countless people nodding in front of the live broadcast screen.

Isn't this nonsense, if you cook the porridge without stirring, the bottom of the porridge will be pasted.

Hey!

Get tips, many professional chefs, eyes lit up.

"Yes!"

"Rotate, stir!"

Kamihara Masato: "However, unlike the 'stirring' technique we usually use, at an ultra-high cooking temperature, stirring and rotation cannot be stopped for a moment, otherwise the porridge will be in contact with the inner wall of the clay pot for a long time, and the temperature of the inner wall will immediately steam out the water of the porridge, burn the rice grains, and cause the bottom of the porridge——"

"Did you notice it? Chef Xia's rotation is all clockwise, in one direction!"

Very crude words.

This is a truth that young chefs who have just embarked on the road of cooking can understand.

"Don't think it's easy!" Masato Kamihara reminded meaningfully, "Stirring, in addition to not letting the porridge stick to the bottom, has more of a role to make the cooked porridge evenly cooked!"

"The performance of the clay pot in heat accumulation and heat preservation is not as good as that of the casserole, and the heat is more difficult to control, let alone cooking at an ultra-high temperature!"

Heat!

Everyone's eyes were clear.

"It's really hard to control the heat of porridge cooked over high heat!" thought Tamagawa Ayaka, "but the heat is only one of them, is he going to cook a pot of white rice porridge?"

White rice porridge?

Thinking of that possibility, Ayaka Tamagawa herself had to laugh.

This kind of food is not elegant, and if it is really white rice porridge, then I am sorry, no matter how it tastes, the three strict examiners will directly issue a death sentence.

In the whisper, the camera was fixed in Kitchen No. 1 for at least half an hour.

The sound of the hall gradually faded away, and finally the atmosphere returned to dead silence.

Xia Yu stood beside the charcoal stove and clay pot, drawing round black pastry sticks in his hands, never stopping.

Similarly, the white tornado in the clay pot never stops spinning.

However, the color of the tornado has gradually changed from snow-white to condensed milk.

As for the sound of rice grains washing the inner wall of the crockpot, it was completely silenced.

There is no doubt that the rice grains are ripe through.

Under normal circumstances, such a big pot of porridge has been completed, but not only Xia Yu has no intention of stopping, but the big charcoal stove is still red.

"Huh-"

The audience was in turmoil.

Because Xia Yu finally put down the stick, but he just turned around to get charcoal, and added charcoal to make the fire more vigorous.

Then, moving to the kitchen counter, people were wondering what he was going to do, but unexpectedly, he moved neatly, picked up the kettle that had been set up on the kitchen counter at some point, emptied two kettles in a row, and finally got a full bucket of hot water.

Wow!

Next, in front of everyone's eyes, Xia Yu poured a bucket of hot water into the clay pot.

"Won't this spoil the taste of the porridge?"

"When the porridge is dry, of course you can add the right amount of water, but you have to heat the water!

Similar conversations filled the hall.

Below is a long time of stick-holding rotation, Xia Yu's forehead is sweating, but his expression and eyes are unprecedentedly focused and serious.

Ambition?

No kidding!

The camera continued to focus on him for half an hour, and after seeing that there were no other changes, he could only switch to the kitchen of another examiner. (To be continued.) )