"Yam root?"

If you only use your eyes to tell the difference, you will have such a visual conclusion.

Moreover, if it is to create flavor, replacing some starch with yam powder is indeed feasible, and there is no fault with it!

But Nagi Senzaemon looked fixedly, and in Xia Yan's hands, the white plant rhizome that gradually shrank, quickly became shorter and smaller, and finally disappeared completely, fell into a state of contemplation.

Not surprisingly.

Below, it is Xia Yan squeezing the meatballs for "meat filling".

I saw the white balls that wrapped the octopus tentacle tightly, leaving no dead ends, one by one, from Xia Yan's palm and tiger's mouth, emerging one after another.

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, it was a normal ball, not some moth-like 'octopus ball'.

When the filling in the basin is completely kneaded into white balls, the "paper pot" on the stove is just in a boiling state, and the mist is turbulent.

Click!

Turn off the heat!

Hearing the crisp sound of the valve, Caibo Chaoyang at the end of the voice broadcast immediately stopped, held his breath, pressed his inner irritability, and did not want to miss any of the next words, however, he found that the opposite side was silent, and the silence lasted for several minutes.

Disconnected, stuck?

Caibo Chaoyang Fox looked suspicious and anxious, pounced on the mobile phone holder, and was about to pick up the mobile phone to reconnect the operation, when a slightly sharp exclamation suddenly came out of the speaker, which made his hands tremble:

"Oh my God! What a clear soup! ”

A female voice, and among the many bigwigs on the opposite occasion, Xi Jianrun, a female authority on spices, witnessed it with her own eyes.

A large wave of riots followed.

"Clear soup!"

"But the flavor is strong......"

"Hey, none of the ingredients are boiled or simmered? Is the soup really rich and flavorful? ”

Integrate the key information in these words and phrases in your head.

In front of Caibo Chaoyang's eyes, it seemed that a hot pot on the stove appeared

In a white foil pot.

Matsutake mushrooms, chicken fir mushrooms, and porcini mushrooms are a series of treasures anyway, including the weird mushroom that has an unknown surname and is temporarily identified as an alienated version of 'truffle'.

Their essence seeps into the water, and the "water" becomes a soup.

But here's the problem.

Caibo Chaoyang couldn't imagine the color of the soup, according to the noisy words in the voice, if the heat was not sufficient, the mushrooms were not boiled, and the soup could not be dark yellow and turbid.

However, before Cai Bo Chaoyang could construct a complete dish in his mind, there was another abnormal movement at the end of the voice broadcast.

"Casserole?"

Click, the second stove lit a ghostly fire, but this time what Xia Yan put on the shelf was not a "paper pot", but a condensed casserole.

The exact same set of ingredients can be called a replica, and even the placement seems to be the same.

The only difference is ......

Gingarin Dojima, Ichiro Chinami, and Kojiro Shinomiya all stared at the 'white balls' placed in them, and when they saw the young chef who had never left the line of sight, he poured a pot of boiling soup into the casserole after a clean metal screen filtered out impurities.

Of course.

The impurity filtration of metal screens, in the eyes of everyone, is more like a form and ritual.

The soup flows from the top to the casserole at the bottom.

As a result, there is no trace of impurities left on the surface of the metal mesh with dense holes.

This scene is inexplicably shocking.

The "flavor" that fills the air can't be faked.

This is a pot of soup with a lot of flavor, even if the ingredients are not boiled and boiled.

And the so-called impurities are the small substances that are separated from the erosive food body.

"No erosion, avoid impurity deposits." Desktop::/

"At the same time, it is delicious!"

Everyone in the institute looked at each other.

A group of old men on the board of directors were also surprised and a little incomprehensible from what seemed to be extremely contradictory and contrary to common sense in this hand.

Nagi Senzaemon did not make any remarks, and in the turmoil of three times and twice, they were all quiet, and he saw Xia Yan put the 'white balls' into the second pot and put the second stove on the stove, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"Ten minutes!"

At this time, Xia Yan turned around and crossed his index fingers to the people gathered around the open kitchen, comparing the "ten" capital number that neon people also understand.

Ten minutes, if you are on the scene, you can talk about dishes with the people around you, chat for a while, and it will pass quickly.

But for Caibo Chaoyang on the other end of the voice, the experience is very bad, you can't see the real-time cooking picture of the dishes, you can't know what the 'white balls' look like, and you can't guess the color and condition of the soup and the things in the pot.

Anyway, it's just a confused face.

"Okay" Mobile:

Xia Yan, when the time reached a certain point and cooking information appeared on his vision, he took out the bowls and spoons and prepared to arrange them neatly, and greeted without raising his head: "The portions are limited, the ingredients are expensive, and there are many people, so the amount of each bowl will not be too much." ”

As he spoke, he used his spoon and chopsticks to finish loading the first bowl.

Before Xia Yan could ask who wanted this bowl of food, a big hand stretched straight out from outside the bar.

"Please."

Xia Yan was stunned, handed the bowl to this person, and then looked up, and saw that it was Nagi Senzaemon, and the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly, worthy of an old hunter and an old fox waiting for an opportunity.

Senzaemon held the small and delicate porcelain bowl in his big palm and looked down to observe.

The color of the soup has not changed from when the first "paper pot" was boiled.

The second set of ingredients is cooked, and the 'white balls' that have just been kneaded are also fully cooked, and against the background of the faint orange soup, the surrounding of the balls is sparkling, and even the balls themselves seem to have abnormal rendering light effects.

The commander-in-chief of the far moon looked straight at the past, and there was a subtle awe-inspiring floating in his eyes.

He took the lead in putting down the spoon and scooped up a ball.

Without blinking an eye, just swallow it in one bite!

Piping hot.

Before the teeth were bitten, the sweetness spread in the mouth.

"This is not yam root!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Nagi Senzaemon's eyes.

Yam, in fact, has no taste, if you have to describe it, the taste is soft and glutinous, and it can also be touched with "sweetness", but at this time, the ingredients that make up most of the area of the balls body, in addition to the light sweetness, actually give the tongue a peculiar milky taste.

This is a fragrant, all-natural, pollution-free, absolutely natural milky taste that bursts out in sweetness as the teeth invade the balls layer by layer.

Click!

The teeth finally chewed on the octopus tentacles hidden in the inner layer of the ball.

The umami that suddenly swept out of his teeth merged with the sweetness and milkiness of "Ho ......", and Nagi Senzaemon opened his eyes sharply.

Giant trees, hanging countless rattans.