"Better tofu?"

Ryoko Rina held her chin and turned her head to look at Masato Kamihara, her eyes burning. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Minister, recently, our GGO District 11 Gastronomy Research Institute has developed a new type of tofu with tuna soybeans that have just been cultivated on a large scale...... It seems to be called frosted tofu, right?"

Masato Kamihara smiled.

"Yes!"

"Frost tofu is special, high oil content, tender and delicious, our management department has received a huge amount of orders, the vast majority of orders from the pan-Chinese civilization region. And our production facilities are working overtime day and night to meet the needs of our customers as much as possible. ”

Hear the words.

Xia Yu was stunned.

Frosted tofu is a bit familiar.

At the same time, he was also curious about the IGO Gastronomy Research Association, which is an independent organization of the R&D Bureau of IGO headquarters. This department is also the most mysterious and the largest of the IGOs, and they have established a number of cultivation and cultivation eco-zones around the world, and the Neon Territory 11th Gastronomy Institute is a branch of the headquarters organization.

"Maybe you can use that kind of tofu to try to make the perfect mapo tofu. Ryoko Lina turned to staring at Xia Yu closely, "Tomorrow I will bring some frost tofu over and study it with you." ”

To be honest, Xia Yu is also full of curiosity about the new style of tofu made by the Food Research Institute of District 11.

"You can just send the tofu over and study it together. ”

Xia Yu said casually, not noticing that Miyoko Hojo was frantically glaring at him next to him, looking very anxious.

"You ......"

Ryoko Lina's eyes flashed with anger, but for the sake of perfect cooking, she tried to be as calm as possible and said, "You may not know who I am yet." Let me introduce myself......"

"Stop!"

"I'm not interested in you!"

Her impolite behavior in front of her made Xia Yu feel very bad about her, shook her hand, turned her head and left, "Mr. Kamihara, there are still two dishes left, I will make them for you to enjoy." Also, please restrain your subordinates and don't let her trespass into their private kitchens again. ”

"Hi, hi!"

Masato Kamihara nodded very undisciplinedly, watched him walk into the kitchen, and then his face sank, and dragged back the strong man in monk clothes who was wandering around the kitchen.

"Sit it down for me!"

A slap on the monk's shiny head, and pressed the monk to sit on a chair, Kamihara Masato pointed at him and scolded: "You don't need to look for that special chef, you also went to the kitchen just now, did you see anyone else?"

The monk was stunned, and when he thought about it, he looked incredulous.

"Minister, you mean, the boy...... Is it a special chef?"

Uncontrolled rolling of the Adam's apple. The monk was deeply shocked, and he was frightened by his own thoughts.

The genius of a high school student special chef is probably no worse than that of Liu Pleias, a kitchen god who rose a hundred years ago. At that time, Liu Pleiasung, who became a special chef at the age of thirteen, can be said to be the only one in the world, and no one has been able to break this record until today. And the genius chef Lan Feihong, who was 19 years old, passed the special assessment at the same time as Liu Yuexing.

There is also the assistant chef of Yangquan Restaurant in Guangzhou a hundred years ago, and the first chef, who also became a special chef at the age of 20, but it is a pity in the food industry that the shocking ice sculpture cooking skills of the first chef have been lost.

Thinking of Yangquan Restaurant, the monk's eyes appeared in awe.

A hundred years ago, Yangquan Restaurant was a place where the culinary world gathered, and there were too many masters in the culinary world who used to practice there.

Although Yangquan Restaurant was rebuilt on the ruins after World War II and is no longer as prosperous as it used to be, its status in the Chinese cuisine industry is as important as that of Yuanyue in the neon homeland.

And when it comes to the influence of the global culinary world, inheriting the ancient Yangquan Restaurant, it is obviously a stable pressure on the far moon.

"No, he's not a special chef!"

Ryoko Rina interjected: "I watched his cooking process in the kitchen before, and his basic skills are very solid, and he is among the top among the students of Togetsu and Shilin Temple, but he is lacking in advanced techniques......"

Saying that, Ryoko Lina hesitated for a moment before frowning: "He seems to have been in cooking for a short time, but he gives me a very sophisticated feeling." It's weird. ”

The monk-robed man was silent.

Kamihara is thoughtful.

He is an old customer of Xia's shop, but the first time he tasted Xia Yu's food was a few days before the old man returned to China.

The bowl of beef ramen, which was full of imitation atmosphere, surprised Masato Kamihara, but it was only surprised. Because simple imitation, no matter how perfect the details are, it also lacks the most important thing - the soul!

However, this time when he tasted the magic mapo tofu, Masato Kamihara was tightly wrapped in the soul of cooking, and the demon who is now called Appetite is still constantly protesting against hunger in his heart.

What made him grow so quickly as a teenage chef?

Masato Kamihara is full of curiosity.

……

Stir-fried cabbage and hibiscus crab meat and eggs are actually much simpler than magic mapo tofu.

In less than half an hour, Xia Yu served two dishes with lids on the table.

"Please slow down—"

Xia Yu didn't lift the lid himself this time, but retreated to the side with a smile.

Without hesitation, Masato Kamihara lifted one of the lids, and with a dazzling light, the fresh breath suddenly permeated out.

This umami is not seafood, but river freshness.

At this moment, Masato Kamihara seemed to see a busy crab fishing scene, one by one the fat hairy crabs were fished up by fishing nets, taken home by fishermen, thrown into the pot to cook, and became red and transparent. Then the fishermen and their families were enjoying the food, and they were all happy with happy smiles on their faces.

"I'll open the lid!"

A loud shout shattered Masato Kamihara's cooking illusions.

The robust man in the monk's robe bent his claws like hooks and grabbed the lid on the other plate.

Syllable!

The hand was slapped off in the middle of the process. Ryoko Rina glanced at the monk unkindly, "I'll open this lid!"

"No!" the monk glared back at the female investigator.

"Then eat the halberd!"

"Eat the halberd, eat the halberd, who is afraid of whom!" the monk slapped the table angrily.

The boat of friendship is capsized. The two men stood up at the same time, menacing.

"Ahem. "When they just stood up, Masato Kamihara grabbed the gap, reached over with his hand, and slammed open the second lid.

Suddenly, the shop fell silent, returning to the quiet atmosphere that should be at midnight.

Hibiscus crab meat and eggs are fresh.

Then, stir-fried green cabbage is undoubtedly the freshness of vegetables.

Whew.

It was as if there was a spring breeze blowing through the storefront, and the two people who were facing each other softened their expressions and closed their eyes gently.

When they opened their eyes again, what they saw was a human tragedy.

Masato Kamihara had already taken chopsticks and bowls, and was feasting on vegetables, crabs, meat and eggs, eating very attentively, and the dishes on the plate were decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Ah......h

"Minister, how can you do this!

The monk screamed in a thick voice, sat back in his chair, and eagerly picked up his chopsticks.

Ryoko Lina sat down also smartly, and didn't say anything about the halberd, just ate and ate.