Spicy chicken.

A miraculous dish, which is jokingly called finding chicken in chili peppers by the masses.

If you come across a black-hearted restaurant, you don't eat a few grains of chicken, and the chopsticks sweep over, and it's all dried red pepper flakes.

"Braised tofu that looks like 'spicy chicken'!"

Wang Fuquan had several apprentices, and their foreheads were sweating.

Chen Zhiyuan looked at the mountains of red hot sauce in the cauldron, and couldn't help but imagine that if he had filmed and recorded this cooking video very well, and edited it as a submission and sent it to the beep station, he would have automatically made up how the group of sand sculpture netizens posted the barrage:

[Nima, bean paste doesn't need money, does it? ] 】

[This dish, the hot sauce is the body! ] 】

[I'm here to help the UP Lord issue a high-energy warning, and the strong man who is not 'Tieju' will quickly retreat——]

Chen Zhiyuan, who had reached the realm of having a barrage in his heart, was like no one around, and his face showed a smirk amused by the sand sculpture.

"What are you trying to do?!"

Wang Fuquan couldn't calm down, his face was tight, his sitting posture was stable, and his mood seemed to be much more ups and downs than when he first entered the store.

yes, figure what.

The proportion of bean paste, as well as its value, has far exceeded that of meat and tofu.

This old chef has a subtext that his mother sells batches, which is nothing more than that, you don't care about the cost, don't you?

As a restaurant, from a business point of view, such dishes are all blood losses, and the more customers order, the more blood losses!

Xia Yan didn't raise his head, staring at the dishes in the cauldron with a serious face, but said silently in his heart:

The system of all evils.

In terms of vision, there are still 2 idle skill points on the personal panel, which are useless.

In the first two days, the basic level of 'Sword Skill' and 'Fire Heat' were raised respectively and 2 skill points were consumed, and the advanced skills that were pointed out Xia Yan was not in a hurry to improve, he was afraid that it would be difficult to digest after eating fat in one go, and it turned out that his concerns were right.

Now, Xia Yan is facing another situation.

Achieving the task requirements of 'a score of no less than 80 and a dark index of no less than mild' cannot be said to be absolutely stable.

The tofu dishes I am making right now consider myself to be a strong point and a signboard.

After carefully reviewing a series of processes, there is no problem with the actual performance of the individual.

But after all, it is the first time to use 'premium bean paste', and a large number of uses are piled up, and smoldered with tofu and meat foam.

In other words, when he decided on a whim to entertain Wang Fuquan with a new menu, Xia Yan just had the idea of updating the recipe and rushing to his cooking skills, and it didn't matter if the task failed, he only lost the opportunity to open an ordinary treasure chest, but ......

Specialty signature dishes, sprint star recipes to fail.

It's a shame.

If the recipe at the core and the bottom of the box is successful in hitting one or even two stars, then it can be said that the level of cooking is stable at more than one star.

At this point, the system's evaluation of his cooking skills should be changed.

Since then, he has been a rookie chef.

The one-star chef is still very scummy, but at least he is the first step from youth to maturity.

“…… Whether it can shine or not, whether it can or not. ”

Xia Yan heard the muttering behind him.

Chen Zhiyuan looked forward to it: "Only dishes that can shine are good dishes." Only food that brings people a sense of happiness is truly glowing food. ”

Luminous?

Your idea is very bold and sassy.

Besides, in the world of "Chugoku Ichiban", the real dark cuisine will also shine.

"Rushed—"

But it is uncontrollable in my brain, hanging the magical word "glow, glow, glow", it is impossible to say that Xia Yan has no idea at all, "Throw all 2 skill points to the "firewood stove"! ”

The assignment was successful.

The "Firewood Clay Stove" has reached the full level and cannot be upgraded.

"Very good, the first heat is full!"

Xia Yan took a deep breath.

The tofu, meat foam and bean paste in the cauldron are in the final smoldering process.

Holding the iron clamp and throwing a few pieces of dry firewood into the earthen stove, the already fiery stove tuyere, there was a whistling sound, and the flames instantly engulfed the new firewood and made a "crackling" sound.

The fire has collected the juice!

Chen Zhiyuan was the first to notice that something was wrong, his eyes moved from the hot sauce mountain in the cauldron to the tuyere of the earthen stove, and when he saw the burning in the stove, he whispered to himself: "Strange, the fire is big, why is the smell of firewood attenuated a lot more than just now." ”

The earthen stove is connected to the chimney, and even then there will inevitably be leaks, and the store used to be wafting with a trace of smoke and fire, and it is still like this.

The smell of choking and dryness suddenly became much less.

"Bell."

The large iron spoon circled around the edge of the pot, and then tapped lightly, "Thicken!" ”

"It's served."

After a few clicks, the hot dishes were plated with big spoons, Xia Yan picked up the largest soup pot in the store, and put the sumptuous meal stacked like a mountain tip in front of Wang Fuquan and several of his apprentices.

Bowls, saucers and chopsticks in a row.

Xia Yan stood in the bar and smiled at everyone: "This is my best and most signature dish, you can taste and enjoy it slowly, if you are not satisfied, just say it, I only have one request——"

"Be sure to eat clean before leaving."

Eat clean?

The young manager and chef once again emphasized.

"Gollum~"

Hearing this, several apprentices swallowed their saliva first.

It's not about eating at all, it's about ......

Scared.

Afraid!

Can you still use bean paste like this?

Tofu is stewed like this, is it a chili pepper or a vegetable?!

They are proper Shuchuan locals, and they have seen a lot of dishes that emphasize spicy, but at this moment, they still feel young.

Wang Fuquan squinted and did not express an opinion.

The soup pot full of bean paste is all on the face, the tip of the hill is close at hand, the heat and spicy smell are mixed with the face, and Wang Fuquan's forehead is already full of sweat.

"I want to try it."

Wang Fuquan just raised his head and said lightly, the style of calmly glancing at Xia Yan made Chen Zhiyuan fall in love and admire.

"Amazing, amazing, worthy of being an old chef, I haven't seen any battles!"

Chen Zhiyuan knew that this Master Wang was not simple, and the stinky fish and rotten shrimp were not qualified to act as Shao'an's minions.

watched Wang Fuquan pick up the spoon, leaned into it at the foot of the soup pot, and then the spoon buckle dug for a long time before he struggled to dig out a piece of the same bright red tofu from the mountain of hot sauce......

Hold the grass! Chen Zhiyuan Jumen trembled faintly.

"Boom!!"

A chair slammed to the ground.

"Let's go-" The palms of his hands trembled obviously, and he put down the spoon with a red hue, and the green tendons on Wang Fuquan's neck popped out, and he immediately turned around and walked away.

Yes? Several apprentices also staggered to their feet, but they all turned their heads in unison, and in the mountains of hot sauce in their field of vision, in the wisps of heat, faintly, as if there were demonic phantoms with horns on their heads, they chuckled and tempted them, and said to them - come, eat, taste a small bite, just a small bite.

Suddenly, Wang Fuquan, who was walking in front, was soft under his feet.

"Master!" The apprentices held him up.

Whew, whew, whew......

Panting loudly and hard, Wang Fuquan, who was carried away by the apprentice, inhaled the fresh air outside the store, and the burning heat in his mouth, esophagus and stomach became even stronger.

Somewhere in the city, next to a well.

Wang Fuquan looked at a bucket of well water, swallowed the cow and drank it, and only raised his head for a long time and exhaled heavily: "Alive!" I'm alive! ”

A face was buried in the bucket and lifted again, the water droplets crackling and splashing, and the eyes were especially moist.

Apprentices, you look at me, I look at you again, don't dare to go up and touch the mold.

After a while, Wang Fuquan was not angry and scolded these apprentices: "Go back, stand for me for a few hours, and practice knife skills." ”

"Master...... Doesn't that store care? ”

A slap slapped on the apprentice's bare brain, and Wang Fuquan hissed in his mouth to relieve the spiciness: "What's the matter, you care?" Hmph, I have to report this to Lord Shao'an, and there is another ...... in the dark culinary world in our Jinguan City."

Listening to the words "dark cooking world", the apprentices were silent.