"Hot sauce, mustard and beef puree......"

"Filling, GET!"

Xia Yan was satisfied.

As for how to match and combine the specialties of the two systems, in fact, the easiest thing is to directly copy a plate of meat with mustard back to the pot, so that the style of the dish will not look so weird.

But the dishes that Xia Yan is making now are not complicated.

Speaking of which, it's nothing more than a daily pastry.

Now that the filling is made, the next step is to reprocess the dough.

"How long will it take to wake up?" Xia Yan's eyes swept towards the long table, and saw Erina Nagikiri covering the two large cooking basins with a layer of transparent plastic wrap, and the dough that was placed in the basin for the step of "resting" through the thin film paper had expanded and become larger, and the volume was two or three times that of the original.

"Wait another 5 minutes." Erina Nagikiri said, and then couldn't help but stare at him, "What are you going to do?" ”

Xia Yan said in a relaxed tone: "Use a rolling pin to roll it into a dough." ”

Erina Nagikiri: "......"

"I'm asking you what you're going to do!" Her chest heaved visibly.

Xia Yan wrote a curious but somewhat embarrassed look at the girl, and couldn't help laughing: "Cake." ”

"So, it's still 'shortbread'?"

Xia Yan shook his head.

Erina Nagi felt that Xia Yan's expression and words were sincere, not like she was casually perfunctory, her pretty face was full of suspicion, and she turned around and looked at Marshal Yuanyue, who was standing with her arms crossed: "Then why did Grandpa say that his recipe was 'shortbread'?" ”

Hearing this, a rare mischievous smile appeared at the corner of Nagi Senzaemon's mouth.

"Erina, you have to take apart the 'shortbread'."

"Puff pastry is puff pastry, and cake is a very wide recipe with no fixed shape."

Erina Nagikiri's eyebrows furrowed.

Chinese cuisine can be said to hit her culinary blank perfectly.

As the eldest lady born with a golden spoon in her mouth, the princess of the Nagiri family was fed many "elegant", "precious" and "delicate" dishes by her parents since she was a child for the reason of deeply developing the [Tongue of God].

These dishes are served in Western cuisine and traditional Japanese cuisine.

But there is no Chinese cuisine.

After all, the world background of "The Spirit of the Halberd" is not much different from the original appearance of Blue Star, Western culture has dominated the world for a long time, and it has only been a few years or more for Chinese food to make a voice to announce its positive image to the world.

When I saw Dojima Gin, Kuga Teruki and Shinto Scarlet, I said that the commander of the far moon "shortbread" was going to be taken apart, and there was a certain abruptness in my expression.

They all seem to have read some recipe secrets.

Looked at.

Erina Nagi was so angry that she grinded her teeth secretly: "I will never allow 'Chinese cuisine' to become my weakness, and before going to school, I will find Scarlet Sand to make up for it!" ”

Xia Yan can't wait to give a thumbs up to the old man in chief.

That's amazing.

He is worthy of the 'Ogre King' who lives like an old monster!

Puff pastry, puff pastry.

It's a word difference, but it's something completely different.

In fact, it is not a difficult culinary philosophy, "puff pastry" is nothing more than a material, a semi-finished product.

In other words, if you want scones or pancakes to be crispy, delicious and fragrant, then "puff pastry" is not only essential, but also taken seriously when making it.

And actually.

Xia Yan's puff pastry is chili oil red oil, mixed with beef juice and butter.

There is no need for the strange spices of ordinary puff pastry recipes, such as thirteen spices, barbecue powder, and the 'beef sauce butter' full of flavor according to his imagination is enough, and then other spices will look bloated and cumbersome.

One more spice is equivalent to one more flavor that is difficult to suppress.

He didn't want his dark spiciness, so he was suppressed by other spices and weakened in disguise.

Spiciness is crowded.

Isn't it equivalent to wielding a knife to slash the [Darkness Index], Xia Yan is not so stupid.

After five minutes, the resting is complete.

Rolling noodles Xia Yan still knows, considering that this step is more physically consuming and requires high arm strength, Xia Yan is not embarrassed to ask Erina Nagi next to him to do it for him, he rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the rolling pin and started working.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

Finally, two large chunks of white and delicate dough were rolled out into a square sheet of dough and spread out on the kitchen counter, with a little flour scattered around it.

Then, Xia Yan held the puff pastry bowl in his arms and carried the brush.

Erina Nagikiri saw him look like a stucco maker, looking serious and focused, and brushed it several times against a thin and uniform dough cake.

Outcome.

It's like a wall, sprayed with red paint!

The brightness is high, flashing and flashing.

At the same time, the pungent "smell of paint" quickly filled the air and leaked out towards the kitchen door that had not yet been closed, and in the distance, the panicked coughing sounds of Nagikiri's servants could be heard, and then these sounds quickly moved away and faded.

Erina Nagikiri: "??? ”

She had already made up the picture of a group of servants like frightened rabbits, jumping and fleeing.

I was so spicy that I had trouble breathing, so I wore a mask.

Now, Erina Nagikiri feels suffocated again.

The air was heavier, almost stagnant because of the sharply intensified dark spiciness.

Vague.

The vision that began to be blurred by sweat seemed to be full of red clouds.

The clouds, sometimes stretching and sometimes constricting, with a hint of "firewood", these peculiar smells fell on Erina Nagikiri's sense of smell at this time, and she faintly saw a river of red lava.

The lava is hot.

And the "smell of firewood" is very similar to the smell of sulfur.

"Abyss—" Erina's eyes widened, and beads of sweat covered her smooth forehead.

"Enough!"

Her voice was muffled.

"Not enough, not enough."

In the blurred vision, the man was still facing the cake, continuing to apply the "red oil", one layer was dry, and another layer was dry.

At this moment, Erina Nagikiri's body trembled, and she felt that in the red cloud that filled the kitchen, a terrible shadow with a sheep's horn on her head was gradually becoming clear, and there was a strange and evil voice whispering something in her ear, "It's really enough!" ”

"Click-"

Dojima turned on and off all the ventilation equipment.

Bang!!

Xia Yan, who was grabbing a long kitchen blade from the knife holder and preparing to cut the noodles, saw Erina Nagikiri holding her hands heavily on the kitchen counter and making a loud noise, just one meter away from him, breathing heavily, his face was covered with sweat, and his pupils were written with a deep fear of the indescribable.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Finding that the girl's legs were swaying, as if she needed support, Xia Yan walked over with a knife in a gesture.

A flash of "huh".

The girl retreated sharply like a snake and scorpion.

"Hold the grass?"

Xia Yan's face was black, and he looked at the machete in his hand, "Okay, I'll put the knife down." ”

But.

Thinking that Erina Nagikiri was originally a girl with a brain hole, [God's Tongue] gave her a very bold delusional power, and in a strict sense, this girl also has her own mental illness, who told her that she was trained by her ghost father for a period of time when she was a child...... Well, it's a cooking training.

Immediately stopped paying attention to the panting and nervous girl.

"Whew-"

The long knife was swung down.

I saw Xia Yan cut the two pieces of dough into a grid.

But the strange thing is that the knife edge is not through, and the knife of the split stays in the middle line of the dough, and there is a small blank space.

Immediately afterwards, the fillings are distributed in zones and are stacked regularly on each cutting grid.

See here.

After a long time, I woke up and said, "I understand! ”

Everyone looked at him together, and when I was about to break the secret in one mouth, Nagi Senzaemon suddenly interjected: "Close-"

"Fold—"