"Chicken mush?" Wang Zhengyang repeated as he came to the kitchen.

At this time, the open window is breathing, and the smell of mushy has dissipated!

However, seeing the mess on the stove, Wang Zhengyang still couldn't bear it.

As a chef, he doesn't want to waste food!

looked at Daisuke Hirakawa seriously, and under the other party's hesitant explanation, Wang Zhengyang also understood the ins and outs.

It turned out that Daisuke Hirakawa's mother had prepared a good fried chicken nugget to entertain her son's friend, but the fried chicken didn't taste good when it was cold.

The best option is to fry it first, fry it thoroughly without frying it thoroughly, and then put it in the refrigerator, and when you want to eat it, take it out and fry it again.

This not only saves time and effort, but also keeps the chicken nuggets tender and locks in the juices inside.

There is only one problem, the strength of the son......

Just when Daisuke Hirakawa's mother was in a dilemma, Daisuke Hirakawa appeared empatheticly.

Pat your chest and promise that you can do it, don't worry at all!

Daisuke Hirakawa's mother didn't know what was going on, so she believed in her son's strength.

I really don't know how she can be so confident about her son, who boils water and instant noodles at most on ordinary days.

And Daisuke Hirakawa is also big-hearted, adhering to the principle that he has never eaten pork and has seen a pig run, full of confidence!

I didn't expect to be taught to be a human being in a few minutes!

Chickens aren't that easy to make!

After listening to Daisuke Hirakawa's explanation, Wang Zhengyang was silent for a long time.

"If you can't make a chicken, you might as well try to make a duck!"

Daisuke Hirakawa: "? ”

Seeing Daisuke Hirakawa's bewildered look, Wang Zhengyang sighed that cultural differences really exist.

He teased Daisuke Hirakawa, but the other party didn't understand, which was a little less fun.

Perhaps, let the other party do the cow ......

But the fried chicken still has to be saved.

Wang Zhengyang looked at the state of fried chicken, and it was not so bad.

Pick out a few that are really black and can't be thrown away, and there are still more than half of them!

It seems that Daisuke Hirakawa's rescue is still very timely.

But even so, most of the remaining fried chicken has black carbides left on the surface.

I have to say that I can react to the chicken fried like this, and Daisuke Hirakawa is also a talent.

The black carbon on this surface is definitely inedible, not to mention the risk of cancer, and even this taste is difficult for ordinary people to swallow.

However, Wang Zhengyang broke the surface, and the chicken inside was still tender and white, but the moisture had disappeared.

Now the chicken has become dry, which is commonly known as chai.

Seeing the state of the chicken, Wang Zhengyang's first reaction was to make "dry cooked chicken"!

The wide oil explodes, forcing out the moisture, and a lot of dried chili peppers are stir-frying, and it is best to find chicken in the chili!

The unique texture of dry-cooked chicken will cover up the original shortcomings and make it a new dish!

The idea was good, but immediately Wang Zhengyang remembered a very serious problem.

This is the Hirakawa Daisuke family, not to mention the dried chili peppers that must be used, and there are not even many basic Chinese food seasonings!

Still want to make "dry cooked chicken"?

I can only do it in a hurry!

"How? Is there any salvation? Seeing that Wang Zhengyang frowned a little, Daisuke Hirakawa asked weakly on the side.

"No problem, even if Hades comes today, I can't take it with me, I said!" Although Plan A failed, Wang Zhengyang was still full of confidence.

One of the charms of food is that you can create endless possibilities with limited ingredients!

Looking at the seasoning of Daisuke Hirakawa's house, a typical Japanese family, bland and tasteless.

It is not for nothing that Japanese food is called a weight loss package, with a light taste, less oil and less salt.

Although it is very healthy, it is indeed not as rich as the layering of Chinese food.

After a little thought, Wang Zhengyang started to move.

The first thing to do is to give the chicken a bath and rinse off the black paste with water.

Wash off the leaden fried chicken and soak in a hot bath to make the sauce while this time comes.

Tomato paste, white sugar and a little mirin were mixed together, and finally Wang Zhengyang added a little ginger foam to it to add spicy and special flavor.

Heat the oil, bring the prepared sauce to a boil over low heat, remove the chicken pieces and pour the water dry, and put them in the pot!

Stir gently until the sauce is evenly spread over the chicken pieces and serve.

Finally, sprinkle a little white sesame seeds as decorations, and you're alive!

Daisuke Hirakawa on the side had already fallen deeply into Wang Zhengyang's charm, and tears of emotion overflowed from the corners of his mouth!

"Taste it!" Wang Zhengyang wiped his hands and nodded towards Daisuke Hirakawa.

Hearing Wang Zhengyang's words, Daisuke Hirakawa, who had long been impatient, stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a piece and put it into his mouth.

The first thing that blooms on the tip of the tongue is the acidity of the ketchup, and then the sweetness hits!

The sweet and sour flavor is mixed with the chewy chicken, and although it is not a delicacy, it is not delicious, but it is hard to stop eating!

At this moment, Daisuke Hirakawa was immersed in it.

And when Daisuke Hirakawa swallowed the chicken nuggets in his mouth, there was a slight spicy aftertaste.

People can't help but want to eat a bite of rice to relieve themselves.

"How?" Wang Zhengyang asked with some expectation, after all, this is also a compromise in desperation, and Wang Zhengyang does not dare to guarantee that he will not fail.

"So-so! Don't bother me here! After Daisuke Hirakawa finished speaking, he wanted to drive Wang Zhengyang, a tool man, out of the kitchen.

"What else can you handle?" Wang Zhengyang, who was being pushed, still asked with some anxiety.

"Don't underestimate me, I'm a chef!" Daisuke Hirakawa shouted as if he felt insulted!

Although he was skeptical of Daisuke Hirakawa's self-proclaimed "chef", Wang decided to believe in his temperance.

Although the fried chicken failed, Daisuke Hirakawa's mother would not leave Daisuke Hirakawa with any food that was too difficult, and it was estimated that it would be enough to "ding" the microwave.

Hey?

How does this sentence feel so familiar!

Back in the living room, Haruko was kneeling on the floor and wiping the table, showing off her curves with a hard look.

Well, it's a bit flat.

It's flat, but the picture is beautiful.

It's as if the wife is at home waiting for her husband to come back and clean up the table to eat.

Wang Zhengyang naturally plays the role of husband.

And what about Daisuke Hirakawa?

Let's call him a son!

In the blink of an eye, the children are so old, Wang Zhengyang feels a lot.

Sure enough, the friendship between men is to want to be each other's fathers!

Just when Wang Zhengyang was thinking about it, Haruko also noticed her boyfriend's stupid appearance.

I thought I was fascinated by myself!

"Stupid!" A sweet feeling welled up in her heart, and Haruko smiled softly at Wang Zhengyang.

I have to say that this is a beautiful misunderstanding, but there is always someone to spoil this atmosphere.

"Bell, bell! It's time to eat! Daisuke Hirakawa stupidly walked out holding a stainless steel pot.

Putting the pot on the table, he asked the two mysteriously, "Guess what's delicious here!" ”

"Huh?" Haruko tried to guess very face-saving.

After admiring his girlfriend's cute appearance with his brows furrowed together for a while, Wang Zhengyang also turned his attention to the table.

The stainless steel oval-shaped pot looks like a stewed utensil.

Coupled with the temperature difference, the surface of the pot has begun to densely condense with water droplets.

It looks like it was just taken out of the refrigerator!

Stew, Japanese home cooking, and most importantly, the ability to eat cold are just a few of the key words that come together, and the answer is about to come out!

"It's curry!" Wang Zhengyang said lightly, he felt that this time had dragged on for a long time!

"Damn, you know everything!" Daisuke Hirakawa, who hadn't kept the mystery for long, was lifted by Wang Zhengyang.

He lifted the lid of the pot unhappily, and the unique flavor of the curry came out little by little.

"Wow, it's really curry, Zhengyang, you're so good!" Haruko stared at the audience with wide eyes.

"Hey, hey." Wang Zhengyang smiled a little embarrassedly, I have to say that this picture is not embarrassing for Qingzi to do, and it is a little cute.

If this were to be replaced by Hikochi Aida and Fukuda, the two of them would have widened their eyes and praised themselves!

"Wow, Zhengyang, you're so good!"

Even in the hot afternoon, Wang Zhengyang felt chills all over his body and couldn't help but shiver!