A few pieces of 'mille-feuille' that Dojima Silver separated by a cross cut were successively eaten by Isshiki Hui, Kuga Terumi and Shinto Scarlet.

On the plate, there is one last piece left.

Dojima Silver.

Erina Nagikiri and Senzaemon Nagi Kiri.

The three were slow to move.

"Stop talking about you." Xia Yan had to remind, "Commander-in-chief, senior Dojima, no matter how much you say, it's better to eat a piece to deeply understand the 'secret' of my cooking!" ”

Deliberately emphasized on the word "secret".

As a result, Erina and Dojima Gin showed a strong interest, but they still shook their heads.

The named commander-in-chief of the far moon was as immobile as a mountain.

Dojima Silver was swept away by Xia Yan's gaze, his face couldn't hold back, and he sighed: "That, the spiciness, compared to the 'persimmon green pepper shredded meat' on your halberd table......"

"It's hard for me to say."

Xia Yan said with a smile: "Because, it is originally a different form of cuisine, one is a classic daily dish, and the other is a classic pastry." ”

"Besides, there are a lot of differences in approaches."

"Persimmon green pepper shredded pork is buried in bean paste, and now the mille-feuille cake can also be called mille-feuille, and the spiciness may be divided into two aspects."

"The first one, the sandwich dough, I brushed the red oil a few times before, and you can see it."

"The second one, the filling, is based on bean paste."

Dojima Silver gasped, his eyes widened: "That's not an internal and external attack, the spicinessness is unimaginable?!" ”

Xia Yan can't be denied.

On the field of vision, the system information of the dishes has been brushed out.

Recipe creation can be said to be quite successful.

70% completion, achieved.

And the star rating of the recipe has also exploded, reaching 3 stars, and the system's upper limit evaluation of the [Darkness Index] is-

Higher!

In Xia Yan's mind, the index and characteristics of this level may be the ceiling that can be achieved by recipes below the special grade.

This also means:

He has almost used the specialties of both systems to the extreme.

Just pick a specific word, such as 'bean paste', in terms of spiciness alone, before he was promoted to the special grade, Xia Yan was no longer able to create a spicier and darker recipe.

His development of 'bean paste' can come to an end.

Ay.

What's the next dark digging point? Outside of chili hot sauce, herring? Flavored curry?

When Xia Yan was distressed by his dark menu.

Dojima Silver struggled for a long time, but he still let it go, "Even if there is a shadow in the next week and I am not feeling well, I must eat!" ”

"If you don't eat it, you'll regret it for a long time."

Although he may regret eating it, Dojima Silver feels that if he is too timid not to eat and does not go to the endless wilderness of food to discover new dishes, then he may regret it even more.

Hmph, when did I become so cowardly!

A spicy mille-feuille......

I eat canned herring and octopus alive......

Even the rotten cheese, live maggot cheese, the kind of strange Italian food called 'Cazumasu cheese', can't make me hit the street, the so-called tough man who stands at the top of the culinary world......

Thereupon.

Dojima Silver cut it with his own hands, and grabbed the last piece of 'mille-feuille'.

It's good to wait, at least this cake cake is in your hand, you don't need to wrap it in anything, and Dojima Silver doesn't feel hot, and the temperature drops to a level that your skin can accept.

Put the 'mille-feuille' under your nose.

Get a closer look.

"Gollum~" The throat rolls up and down.

Layer after layer of whitewashed 'red oil' interlayer.

Layer upon layer of crimson filling.

At the same time, because the puff pastry is mixed with beef sauce and butter, and it is steamed and baked, it can be said that the flavor of beef has also penetrated into every corner with the ubiquitous flame.

It tastes like it makes the appetite demon roar wildly!

Dojima Gin's hand grasping the cake trembled slightly.

I couldn't help but open my mouth to swallow.

I don't know what's going on, but at first I was going to try it in small bites, but if it was too spicy, I chewed it slowly and took it slowly with ice water.

As a result, after a pause of two or three seconds of observation, Dojima Silver became a barbarian's way of eating.

One bite is the amount that the mouth is about to be stuffed with.

Barely close your mouth and bite slowly.

"Poof—"

Dojima Silver had a frightened expression of being penetrated through his body, his mouth was like an electric shock, he twitched, and he opened his mouth and the inside of his mouth was a shattered red mud ball: "Yes, it's going to breathe fire!" ”

Erina: "......"

Senzaemon: "......"

"Come, come, eat." Xia Yan was finally able to cut the second piece of dough by hand.

"Don't!"

Erina Nagikiri's forehead sweated.

Xia Yan smiled, girl, you can't escape, he put one of the cut 'mille-feuille cakes' on a small plate, with a knife and fork, and handed it directly to the girl's face: "Eat." ”

The girl is about to collapse: "No-"

"Aren't you known as the tongue of the gods, the possessor of the ultimate taste that has not been the second in human history?"

"How can I say it, this after-tea snack of mine, 'mille-feuille', may be the taste that your God's Tongue has not included and has no memory."

"Aren't you going to try to develop a whole new flavor?"

At this moment, Xia Yan's smile fell in Erina's eyes, as if she was sunnier, brighter, and more angelic than Ichishiki.

But.

The smiling face is faintly shadowed.

The wings behind it seem to be pure black flames......

"Are you the devil?"

Hearing this, Xia Yan was stunned for a moment.

"Do you want to eat the devil's candy?"

As he spoke, he picked up the knife on the plate and slashed it, obviously not using any force in his hand, and as a result, the crispy mille-feuille, like a piece of paper, was cut from head to toe and separated into a small piece.

A thin slice, like toast bread, but it is layered red.

in view.

The red slice of bread quickly enlarged, the nose smelled the smell, and the "tongue of God" in the mouth seemed to send a thirst to eat to the head.

The girl actually subconsciously ......

opened his mouth.

"Woo." Eat it and bite it with your teeth.

The mezzanine are all shattered.

The pickled pickles hidden in the filling, the crisp texture of the click, highlights the poignancy of "smashing everything".

"Falling......" Erina Nagikiri's body shook as she felt that the kitchen floor at this moment had shattered into a cavern that went straight to the ground, and she let out a long scream in her heart and fell into the lava underground.

The devil's laughter rang out.

"Burn it!"

A red spear rained down from the sky and pierced her from head to tail, nailing her deep into the bottom of the infernal lava sea.

Reality, Nagi cut the home kitchen.

Nagi Senzaemon's bare upper body, sweat raining down.

"I see......

The old man muttered to himself movingly.

"Repeated application of puff pastry was originally to allow the 'dough' to form a layer of isolation, and then no matter how the cake was baked, the moisture inside could be well retained."

"That's the key to your heat!"

Marshal Yuanyue picked a corner of the shortbread with chopsticks: "And the 'pumpkin powder' is with your puff pastry, giving this snack more softness and malleability." ”

There is no need for the tongue of the gods, this 'Demon Eater' is about to dissect Xia Yan's recipe.

Terrible!

Xia Yan was about to give a thumbs up, but he saw Nagi Senzaemon staring at him:

"There's one more question."

"How did you do that? This kind of 'penetrating' heat is something that even a special chef can't do. ”

Xia Yan replied truthfully: "Well, because I control the temperature of the pan." ”

"Flipping is to cool one side of the dough base, and the other side is warmed, and then you can also see the commander, the temperature of the pan is rising rapidly with the heating of the inner wall, and I can only speed up the flip frequency......"

Nagi Senzaemon was stunned for two or three seconds.

"So, to sum it up, it's just feelings?"

The old man looked up and down, like a monster, as if he was reacquainting himself with the student who had been invited to his house as a guest.

Moment.

The corners of his mouth showed a smile of relief to find the right person, and he looked at his granddaughter who was intoxicated at the dining table, and let out a long sigh: "Managi, it's far from her daughter's luck." ”

Xia Yan was uncomfortable.

Hey, Eater, your smile is off.