The body of the fish between the lips and teeth seems to be soft, but in fact it is firm, and you can even feel the strength of the fish that does not succumb to the pressure and fights hard, but the fat of the fish is revealed to the fullest, which is the most delicious gift that the Bungo Strait at the confluence of the Seto Inland Sea and the Pacific Ocean currents can give to humans.

"This smoky technique ......"

Even though the taste of the dish varies from person to person, there is still a distinction between the chefs, and the criterion for judging this is the chef's control of the entire dish.

The most elite chefs, even if they are proficient in their skills, are unable to express the taste of the ingredients in their hands as they are, while the mediocre can do this, but they cannot go further, and only the best of those chefs can control the temperature and condiments with the subtlety of the lightning and flint, and sublimate the deliciousness of the cuisine to a height that ordinary people cannot reach.

If the taste in the mouth stops here, it is just Wang Xiaoming who stimulates the deliciousness of the mackerel itself, so it naturally returns to the middle stream, but the aroma that penetrates into the fish meat in the smoke of the fruit wood makes the whole dish sail to a higher dimension.

The mackerel simmered unhurriedly by the tail fire of the fruit wood is moist and fat, but when it is gently chewed, the mellow aroma of the cloud and mist inside is diffused with the aroma of roasting fruit wood in the forest wooden house, just like when the winter snow covers the forest, in the quaint wooden house and the stove is intimately embraced.

And the wood branch in the stove flickered, and the face pieced together in the drifting green smoke belonged to the young man in front of him.

"It's a natural blend of flavors, and the natural aroma of the forest and the sea comes out of this dish......," one of the guests nodded in agreement.

"I see. The girl with the headband on her head smiled slightly, took a puff from the book next to her, and accurately drew the one she wanted, "Luting, a famous restaurant in Dongguan that has the most itchy Chinese smoked dishes, one of the famous dishes is straw smoked mackerel, you must have tasted this dish." ”

What are you talking about?

Although Wang Xiaoming didn't understand, it didn't prevent him from humming in his mouth and pretending to be deep.

"It is said that straw and mackerel are unique to Dongguan smoked cuisine, but the compatibility between the apple wood of Izu and the mackerel of the Bungo Strait is so good that it is also beyond my expectations, and it is difficult to complete such a combination in such a short period of time without a long period of control of smoked dishes and ingredients. ”

The girl nodded slightly, "It's a veritable first-class dish." ”

What is Primary Cuisine?

Can you say something I can understand?

Wang Xiaoming continued to be confused, but it did not prevent him from continuing to listen quietly.

"It looks like a pretty good review. Erina breathed a sigh of relief, and it must have been a good way to describe the dish.

But Wang Xiaoming's expression seemed to stop talking...... What is he doing!"

In the end, Erina couldn't help but be a little demanding of Wang Xiaoming's performance, as far as she felt, the hidden mystery of this dish was by no means limited to this.

"If you look at it quietly, won't you know?" Yang Ming expressed great confidence in this.

"Okay, is it my turn?" While the guests were still discussing the dish, Shoko Kazuki walked over impatiently, "It's time to try my dish?"

"So, everyone, let's get ready for the next meal. The girl among the guests was a little eager to try, and after she said this, she looked up at the sight, but she couldn't help but shake her body slightly, "What is this?"

In front of the guests, the snow-white and crystalline balls that shimmered like the pearls of the night were faintly glittering by the light, as if they were not contained in a bowl, but carefully laid out in a wooden box of red brocade.

"It's ...... Fish balls?"

The voices of the guests were a little shaky, and it was hard to believe such a level of perception.

"Of course. Shoko Kazuki straightened the baseball cap on her head with her hand, and when Wang Xiaoming looked at it, it happened to be her eyes.

"You're not far from it!"

In that look, there was a clear meaning in it.

"Now it's Shoko Kamaki who is judging her dishes, so let's look forward to her dishes. ”

As a regular customer of a Sicilian restaurant, everyone had obviously higher expectations for Shoko Kazuki's cuisine, boiling like ants on a hot pot, Yang Ming frowned, plucked his ears, and gently spit out two words: "Noise!"

"Well, let's try it. ”

Shoko Kazuki slightly lost her hand, and there was not much expression on her face, but her tone was full of confidence, and she was very sure of her own dishes.

"Okay, let's start tasting. ”

A regular customer from a Sicilian restaurant nodded, picked up a spoon and scooped up a fish ball, the snow-white fish ball was about the size of a winter date, just enough to swallow in one bite, and then the fresh flavor spread in her slightly open cherry mouth.

"Good ......"

After the first bite, one of the guests changed his complexion, and the next one said the unfinished sentence: "What a play!"

The fish ball was like a rapidly spinning tennis ball, which suddenly fell after skimming the net blocked by its teeth, and then bounced up on the tip of its tongue, crossing the sky with a tricky angle and sharp arc, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to break through the defense.

Tender, smooth, elastic, soft, the girl's thousands of techniques and thoughts when chopping meat are all gathered together and injected with the tip of the knife like a swing of a racket, and the tight and tenacious fish balls penetrate the senses at a speed of two hundred pounds per hour, covering up the taste buds and the ability to think together.

"External Rotation Serve...... It's an outspin serve!" said the guest in a plain white suit emotionally, and he could clearly feel the feeling of being able to feel it on the tennis court.

"Hmph!" Shoko Kazuki smiled slightly, looking at the appearance of the guest, she felt that she had won the battle, but when she turned her head to look at Wang Xiaoming, she found that the other party was still expressionless, in fact, she didn't understand at all, and stood in place in a daze, so she couldn't help but say: "I didn't expect you to be quite calm!"

"Don't worry!" Wang Xiaoming subconsciously glanced at Yang Ming, and was greeted by the other party's encouraging eyes, so he said this confidently.