"Close—"

"Fold—"

This group of words summarizes Xia Yan's treatment of the embryo.

Brushed with "red paint" dough, wrapped layer by layer, the final shape is similar to the dough at the beginning, Xia Yan put down the long knife, grabbed the rolling pin again, and gently rolled out some pits and uneven places.

The steamer does not have to be sent from the warehouse or the logistics department of the far moon, and the kitchen of Nagi Cutting has a standing one.

However, it seemed that the spicinessness was not enough, and everyone saw Xia Yan put the dough on the steamer, and once again painted a layer of "red paint" on the surface of the dough.

"OK, wait for the second proofing, about 20 minutes, and then you can steam." Xia Yan washed his hands, turned around and said to everyone,

“……”

At this time, several ventilation and ventilation equipment were fully turned on, and the kitchen air was refreshing and not so choking.

Nagi Senzaemon suddenly said: "You don't have to go back to the pavilion, just continue the dinner of the family banquet here, Erina, what about the clear soup I asked you to prepare earlier?" It's ready to be served. ”

Call.

Erina Nagikiri took off her mask and said, "The soup is cooked, but it's fused in the 'one juice and three things' of simple tea kaiseki." ”

"Then bring it all in."

The dining table in the kitchen of Nagi Kiri's house, sitting seven or eight people did not seem crowded, Xia Yan had long known the content of Erina Nagikiri's 'one juice and three things', so he was not too curious, and sat down quietly.

There were no servants to spoil the atmosphere, Erina Nagikiri was the little maid in charge of distributing food, she had just gone to fetch a towel to wipe her sweat and wash her face, her face was still watery and with a pretty and lovely flush, and she brought a set of tea kaiseki to everyone.

Everyone unanimously picked up the soup first.

Ishshiki noticed that the warm miso soup swept over her mouth like a rain of recovery, and then picked up the boiled tofu in the bowl with her chopsticks and chewed it slowly.

Previously "specialty" in the memory of the tongue.

Gradually, fading.

"My appetite has returned." Dojima Gin exhaled and put down the bowl.

He also put down his chopsticks, and no longer looked at the other salt-grilled mackerel and chowder, but looked at Xia Yan who was resting with his eyes closed: "Why do you still need to steam your 'dough'?" ”

For a long time, I chewed the grilled mackerel with an expressionless face: "Yes, he also specifically asked about the electric grilling bell before, and I don't believe he changed his mind temporarily." ”

"From pancakes and pancakes, has it suddenly become steamed cakes like steamed buns and buns?"

Erina Nagi is suspicious.

Listening to a group of people regardless of the table etiquette, while eating, they talked about his cuisine, and closed their eyes to review Xia Yan in themselves and expressed speechlessness.

Fortunately, the 'Ogre King' Nagi Senzaemon just ate quietly and didn't express his opinion.

This old guy, and Dojima Gin, who deliberately caused a topic.

One is better than the other.

And he did not believe them, and did not know the purpose of steaming the bread first.

It's nothing more than that the "dough embryo" is too thick.

It's a big lump.

If you don't put it in the steamer first, boil it thoroughly with steam first, and just bake the cake or scone directly, how fierce is the firepower? It's not impossible to bake the cake directly, but it's too physically exhausting and a waste of time.

Resting for the second time, after 20 minutes.

It took another quarter of an hour or so to dedicate the dough to steaming.

Then, it's the pancake part!

"Boom ......"

The dough is crisp and placed in a grease-brushed black and gold cast iron pan.

Unexpected by everyone.

There is no electric crotch, just a cast iron pan.

Xia Yan's pancakes can be called simple, and there are no bells and whistles at all.

It is to heat one side to a certain temperature node, and then use a shovel to flip it to the other side.

However, they all found that Xia Yan had a solemn face.

It doesn't feel like it's perfunctory at all.

Erina Nagikiri is probably the most meticulous and serious observer, and she silently calculates something in her heart: "When I first entered the pot, I flipped it once every two minutes, and now it is almost once every 30 seconds, is it because the temperature of the inner wall of the pan has risen rapidly?" ”

Soon, ten minutes passed.

"That's it!"

"One pot is so versatile and terrifying."

"The temperature of each side is controlled at 160 degrees, and the time has been used to the extreme, and the crispy texture will become dry and hard after a little more baking......

Click!

Xia Yan turned off the heat, carried the pan, tilted slightly, and a large piece of dough fell on the large ceramic plate prepared in advance.

Everyone looked at the red and bright face that was served on the table.

"This hue is a little scary." The corners of Dojima's mouth twitched.

Isn't it, the surface of the dough is evenly colored, there are no too dark and too thick burnt yellow pieces, and when I glance at it, I thought it was a delicate pastry on the shelf of a certain bakery, and the crispy texture almost filled the air......

"Gollum~" I don't know who quietly swallowed saliva.

I don't know if I'm scared by the hot red look or if I'm hungry.

Seeing Xia Yan turn around and take a long and narrow knife, he made a gesture to cut open the dough.

"Leave it to me, Xia Yanjun!" Isshiki stood up.

Dojima Silver took the first step, silently took a blade of similar style from another kitchen counter and another knife holder, and his smile revealed an inexplicable sense of danger: "Ichshiki-kun......"

Yishihui's face froze, and he retreated with a sneer: "Senior Dojima, you come." ”

Dojima Silver was satisfied with his chin at this time, and his smile was fresh again.

"Snort" down the knife.

Cross cut.

Finally, the dough was cut into dough.

With a flick of the silver knife of Dojima, one of the dough cakes was separated from the main body, and the kitchen was silent for an instant, and everyone was stunned, and their eyes couldn't help but be sucked by the side of the dough cake.

Pretty!

Layers of red pie slices, delicately stacked on top of each other.

Between each layer, there is a "red filling" composed of mustard grains, beef puree and bean paste.

"It's a lasalic."

"Spicy mille-feuille, to be exact." Xia Yan grinned slightly.

Heat, spiciness.

The key is that the inner layer is not very dry, and the filling is drenched with a little moisture, so the mezzanine is under everyone's eyes, flashing and flashing, the color and taste are quite tempting to the appetite, but at the same time, the spicy taste suddenly swept the kitchen like a tornado.

"I want to eat, I'm afraid!"

Jiu I Zhaoji took the lead in becoming a warrior, he was originally a strong man in Sichuan cuisine, and he was very good at creating spicy and numb flavors, and he thought that his resistance was the strongest man among the people present except for Xia Yan.

He took one of the mille-feuille cakes in his hand: "Then I'll start first-"

Take a big bite.

Suddenly, layer after layer, first the teeth, then the tongue and mouth, all indulged in the exquisite taste of broken layers and progressive layers.

On the first level, the spiciness is barely strong.

For a long time, I commented in my heart.

2nd Floor ......

Well, it's okay, the tongue feels a little bit.

Level 3, 4, 5......

"Boom-"

For a long time, I Teruki was shocked, only to feel that he was in the underground world in an instant, magma erupted in front of his eyes, and layers of hot breath surrounded him, "I feel that the whole person is ......"

"It's all burning!" He muttered.

Dojima Silver and Nagi Senzaemon are more concerned about the details of the "mille-feuille".

"Thoroughly! Through! Dojima Hiki stared intently at the side of the cake.

"Silver, can you do it?"

Nagi Senzaemon said, "With pancakes, the heat must be uniform and penetrating, and the flame must be burned to every interlayer......"

Dojima Silver smiled bitterly and said: "Commander-in-chief, it's not just that, it's not enough for the flames to burn to all corners and leave no dead ends. ”

"You have to keep it 'crispy' and don't let the dough lose too much moisture, otherwise it will become a dry and hard stone!"

Chatting and chatting, both of them fell silent.

Eyes twinkle.