"Shouldn't the correct use of truffles be a garnish like a side dish?"

"That's right!"

"Excessive cooking and heating can damage the unique aroma of truffles......"

The old guys on the board are also talking.

They may have been pampered for a long time, with servants to take care of them, and even have a royal celebrity chef, but as seniors and celebrities in the industry, they will not act ignorant.

Xia Yan wanted to applaud, yes, you are too right to refute it, and he will not refute anything.

In fact, the way to eat 'truffles' is really psychedelic.

Even in the Western-style mushroom and matsutake soup, the 'truffle' is not boiled with other ingredients and thrown into the food processor to break it to pieces, but is put on a plate or two slices, or simply sprinkled with dried minced pieces as a garnish and garnish.

But it would be a mistake to think of 'truffle slices' as a side dish that only serves a decorative purpose.

However......

Who said that his 'alienated ingredients' were rooted in truffles?

The corners of Xia Yan's eyes twitched slightly, listening to the suspicious voices on the four sides, he didn't feel the slightest depression in his heart, and he didn't have a dime of justification eagerness, and now he was helpless, funny, and embarrassed.

Bigwigs......

Your foothold on the topic is wrong! Outrageous!

Stop me!

Shaking his head, Xia Yan put aside his funny mood for the time being, in front of everyone, facing the on-site cooking of a harvest [deviation value], he must be serious, and must not have distracting thoughts.

First of all.

Xia Yan just threw a small stack of "elf mushrooms" into the pool, turned on the faucet, and soaked them in the water that slightly submerged the mushrooms.

Immediately, Xia Yan didn't turn around and take a series of ingredients such as matsutake mushrooms, chicken fir mushrooms, and porcini mushrooms.

Instead, in front of everyone, I went to the cabinet where the tools were stored in the venue, and soon found a large sheet of uncut tin foil and a thick pile of special kitchen paper that is not easy to boil after soaking in water.

"Click, click—"

The sound of scissors and cutting spread in the suddenly quiet venue.

I saw that Xia Yan was obviously doing it himself, using a slightly clumsy manual method to make some tools temporarily.

Gingami Dojima: "? ”

Kojiro Shinomiya: "??? ”

"Bewildered behavior!"

"Shura" Ichiro said in a strange tone.

Hearing the man who was his adoptive father and master of the arts, his tone was rare hesitant and puzzled, and the talented wave Chaoyang at the end of the mobile phone voice broadcast was like an ant on a hot pot, so anxious that he wandered around the table again, turning around, "He, what did he do?!" ”

Caibo Chaoyang's mood at this time can be described as regret.

He felt that he used his identity as a 'Suzuki lecturer' to infiltrate the Yuanyue campus, and suddenly had a cold arrow, but he didn't mention it when he ate a bloody "dish" and was defeated, and as a result, he was also fully inspected by officials of the Yuanyue lineage, led by Dojima Gin.

So, when it came to such a testimony meeting that broke the history of Yuanyue School, he racked his brains and couldn't get close, and finally begged his adoptive father in every possible way, so he followed up on the sidelines in the form of off-line voice live broadcast.

Inside the venue.

Standing in a group of old guys on the board of directors, Marshal Yuanyue, who could not be ignored in stature and momentum, stared at Xia Yan and folded a whole piece of cut tin foil seriously, and finally made it into the shape of an open square container:

“…… Pot? ”

The sound of confusion in his mouth couldn't help but make a sound full of confusion, the scar at the position of his right eye trembled slightly, and the clogs on the soles of Senzaemon's feet made a crisp footsteps, and he took two steps closer and came out of the crowd:

"Why do you use 'tin foil' to cut and fold it into a pot?"

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the ingredients piled up on the kitchen counter, and in addition to a dazzling array of mushrooms, yams, yams, and burdock roots.

Nagi Senzaemon stretched out his finger, "Your 'Yama Treasure Pot', do you still have this step of baking?" ”

"Baked ......"

The eyes of the people around him lit up.

Tin foil, in its usual appearance and appearance, is undoubtedly closely associated with the word "bake", whether it is near an oven, a microwave oven or a charcoal stove, it is a common cooking tool.

But before Dojima Silver and Shinomiya Kojiro could comment, everyone in the open kitchen was stunned.

Not ovens, charcoal stoves, microwave ovens.

The tin foil is folded and glued to the stable "pot", so grandiose, directly, on the stove!

And that's not all.

In the eyes of Nagi Senzaemon, which is as deep as an ancient pool, Xia Yan's next move is reflected-

Take the kitchen paper and spread it out.

The size is exactly the same as the four walls and the bottom of the tin foil square open pot, which is quite consistent!

At first glance, these hard white papers, full of fine holes, constitute the "lining" of the pot, with two layers inside and outside!

Matsutake mushrooms, chicken fir mushrooms, porcini mushrooms.

Yam, yam, burdock.

The same ingredients are the same, as if the processing steps have been completed on the intelligent mechanical assembly line, and it only takes two or three minutes to complete the cleaning and knife work, and the most picky guests can't pick the bones in the egg perfectly.

The flakes are made into one pile, and the filamentous ones that remain intact are made into two or three other piles.

The space inside the pot was quickly filled with ingredients.

"Gollum~"

The sound of pouring water.

After a few large scoops, the water overflowed the space of the "handmade pot".

Near the open kitchen, there was a table between Nagi Senzaemon and the stove, and the water in the pot was slowly rising, even if the water submerged the little mushrooms on the top, the 'Ogre King' did not look away.

He looked at the ingredients in the clear water, because of the lights over the venue, shining slightly.

At that moment, his pupils contracted, as if he had found a school of silverfish swimming out of the bottom of a clear stream.

Nagi Kiri Senzaemon turned his gaze to the "pearl" that shone brightest in the pot.

That's the main character.

The rest of the ingredients are just green leaves.

"Isn't it a slice, it's a whole piece?" Nagi Kiri Senzaemon's eyes flashed sharply, "It's just on the surface, cut the 'knife flower'?" ”

Dojima Gin, Shinomiya Kojiro, one left and one right, approached and came up.

Looking closely at the few pieces of "elven mushrooms" that were almost on top, they looked at each other in amazement.

The uneven surface was cut out of the beautiful and neat 'cross knife flower', so the alienated mushrooms that they had never seen before, the internal situation was exposed to their sight-

Fair-skinned and delicate!

"No textures?" Dojima Silver was surprised.

"It's not like a 'truffle'!" Kojiro Shinomiya shook his head, his eyes were deep, "As far as I have seen, the truffle varieties that have been processed, after being cut cross-cut and cut into slices, the cross-section is like the texture distribution of snowflake beef. ”

"The drier you dries, the more pronounced the texture becomes!"

The surrounding discussions did not stop when Xia Yan put the ingredients into the pot one after another.

"Interesting—"

"Shura" said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "The appearance resembles some wild black truffles in the forest, but on the inside, it is so pure and flawless, at first glance, I thought it was a 'black on the outside and white on the inside' cream sandwich snack." ”

Voice live streaming on the other end.

Caibo Chaoyang picked up the words of his adoptive father and master in the air, and complained badly:

"So, it's just similar in shape and appearance!"

"The characteristics of the ingredients, and even the cooking and eating methods, are all upside down and remodeled, and we can no longer use the perspective of 'truffles' to look at such a new kind of ingredient......"

Halfway through the conversation, Caibo Chaoyang suddenly got stuck.

Because.

A crisp voice came from the mobile phone, which also seemed to have a strong presence in a noisy environment-

"Click!"

Stove, fire!