"The steak is perfectly ripe and coloured, and the tender pink flesh reflects the visible moisturity in the light." Cutting a section of steak, Erina Nagi held it up and followed the light to observe the texture of the steak section, and then rubbed the red wine concentrate on the bottom of the plate and elegantly served it into his mouth.

"On the palate, the meat is tender and juicy, and the spices attached to the surface with the attached cowhide and slightly charred fat layer add a rich layer of depth to the steak as a whole. In the aftertaste, a small amount of millet pepper and lemon are tightly combined to form a charming and sour and spicy taste, which dissolves the greasy feeling brought by the whole steak, and is a very good dish overall, worthy of the restaurant's one-star evaluation. ”

Erina Nagi just took a bite and put down her knife and fork, giving a relatively high evaluation of Takmi's Italian Tuscan-style steak. Takmi, on the other hand, clenched her fists excitedly, and Erina Nagikiri, who had entered the state of tasting, had a cold and arrogant expression and a very flat tone, as if it was a matter of course for every chef who wanted to show her cooking skills in front of her to serve delicious dishes.

Erina Nagikiri's seemingly cold tone, Takmi, who has a certain understanding of her character, doesn't care, but feels the affirmation of his cooking skills from that cold context. However, Jiang Yunfeng's strange behavior attracted his attention, and it was not difficult to infer from the slowly weakening oil reflected on the steak that the drop in the temperature of the steak at this time was close to the lower limit of the best taste.

"Why not try it? The steak is about to get cold, do you want me to help you go back to the oven and fry it more? Takmi crossed his waist and reminded him.

"Huh? Oh! ~No, you don't! Jiang Yunfeng, who was fiddling with the steak slices, forked a slice, and looked at the bright red beef in the center gritting his teeth and stuffing it into his mouth, the smooth and greasy taste and the slightest taste of blood of the half-raw beef made him feel sick to his stomach, and his body's instinctive reaction was to spit out the steak that couldn't be chewed in his mouth.

Spit out a chef's food in public is a great insult to the chef himself, although when he was still in Yuanyue, he often joined forces with his younger brother Isami to tease Takmi, and it is impossible to do anything that damages the friendship of classmates because of his own taste and eating habits. So Jiang Yunfeng couldn't help but feel very nauseous, chewed a few times indiscriminately and forced himself to swallow the whole steak in his mouth, and after saying that the oranges were delicious, he clasped his fists in front of his mouth.

The Adam's apple swiped up and down rapidly, and the trembling corners of his mouth and hands were all on the side, reflecting that Jiang Yunfeng was suffering a strong adverse reaction. Takmi shook his head and sighed softly, "If you don't get used to it, just say it, what can you!" ”

"The steak is already cold, can you help me get back to the pot?" With strong willpower, he finally swallowed the three-layer cooked steak stuck to his throat, and Jiang Yunfeng breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the plate and handed it to Takmi.

"Alas~ I'm really convinced...."Takmi reluctantly took the plate and asked, "How mature do you want?" ”

"Fully cooked, of course a little more chili pepper would be better."

Leaning on the railing of the cloister onlookers, there was a mocking chuckle among the onlookers, [Deep Blue Sea] mainly operates Western-style restaurants, and the chef Moha has integrated the traditional cuisine style of his own nationality, but the main body is still French-style and other Western-style cuisine. Therefore, the guests watching the battle would laugh when they heard that Jiang Yunfeng wanted to fully cook the steak, which was simply a desecration of the steak and a waste of a high-quality ingredient in vain.

Takmi looked around at the surrounding guests, ignored their whispers and instructions, returned to the cooking table to re-fire, cut each slice of steak into shredded beef, stir-fried it with the sauce in a small bowl, and deliberately put a few more millet peppers according to Jiang Yunfeng's request before putting them on a new plate, and took out a pair of chopsticks from the kitchenware rack and brought them back.

After drinking a cup of black tea and rinsing off the bloody smell in his mouth, Jiang Yunfeng saw Takmi bring the fried shredded beef to him, and hurriedly grabbed a chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth, and let him slap the table with delicious food. Takmi did not cook the cold steak back to the pot until it was fully cooked according to Jiang Yunfeng's request, but changed the knife to cut the shredded beef and stir-fry it with sauce and chili peppers, which not only brought out the spicy millet pepper but also kept the shredded beef seven ripe, taking into account the taste of the beef and the taste of Jiang Yunfeng, which can be described as well-intentioned.

It's no longer enough to eat the special spicy shredded beef in the pot, Jiang Yunfeng urgently needs something to accompany it. I didn't have any decent staple food at hand, so I said to Takmi, "Hurry up and have a bowl of rice!" ”

"Hey!! I said you don't want to make an inch!! This is Turkey or a Western-based restaurant, where can you let me find you rice?!! Takmi clasped his hands and glared angrily.

Jiang Yunfeng replied aggrievedly with chopsticks in his mouth: "Although the shredded steak is delicious, the taste is too heavy after returning to the pot and stir-frying, and there is no staple food to accompany it, so I am a little panicked." ”

"You can't drink water?!" Takmi was already a little unbearable.

At this time, Isami came to him with a basket of pancakes and beckoned to catch his attention.

Takmi glanced at him, waved his hand impatiently, and said, "Give it to him, give it to him." ”

"Thank you~ Isami-kun." Jiang Yunfeng excitedly took out a large pancake from the basket and spread it on the table, picked up the plate of spicy steak shreds that had been reprocessed by Takmi, poured them on the pancakes and arranged them in long strips, pinched the pancakes and wrapped the steak shreds tightly, then broke them into two sections, gnawed one section himself, handed the other to Chef Moha, and said vaguely: "Chef Moha, taste the dishes that have been processed twice by Tak Mijun, you will have a different taste experience." ”

Chef Moha, who had tasted the takmi steak and praised it, took a bite of the beef roll, and the thick sauce flavor of the beef after the second processing was divided into bland pancakes, and it became less abrupt. The wheat aroma of the pancakes also sets off the tenderness and sweetness of the beef from the other side, and the doneness of 70% is already a bit violent for a steak. But the spiciness is just right with the pancakes, and even a foodie like him can't find fault with it.

Chef Moha recalls in his mind the process of processing the tak rice, the whole piece is shredded and chili peppers are quickly stir-fried over high heat, during which the olive oil in the pan is also ignited by the fierce fire, which is a unique cooking method of Chinese cuisine - stir-frying.

Using Chinese cooking methods as a medium to quickly dehydrate the surface of the ingredients, it gives the ingredients a burnt taste and ensures the tenderness of the inside. The sauce used is still Italian Tuscan style, and the staple food is Turkish pancakes. The three dishes, which are different in geography and nature, come together by chance, and everything seems so harmonious.

"Mr. Takmi is a rising star in the world of Italian cuisine, and a steak presents two different styles. If the former is the 'Renaissance' that bravely broke through the darkness, then the latter is the free romance of Marco Polo's travels, which blends the East and the West...."The heated tagine vents on the stove at the cooking station interrupted Chef Moha's comments with a whistling sound of steam.

"Ahhh~ I'm sorry! It was done at this time. Chef Moha grimaced, trotted over the taggi pot and put it on the insulating mat, lifted the special pointed lid of the tagji, sprinkled a handful of chopped parsley into the pot, and said, "Lamb shank stewed with artichokes and peas, the food is now making us laugh." ”