Chapter 62: Suzaku Spits Flames. END (ask for recommendation votes, collection, investment!) )
"It's actually the same legendary ingredient, Kyoto cockfighting?!"
Nagi Senzaemon's eyes showed surprise, but also contained a trace of puzzlement.
To be honest, the rarity of Kyoto cockfighting as a legendary ingredient has nothing to do with the fact that Kyoto chicken is widely used as a substitute for Kyoto, and the real deliciousness is not as good as that of the king sea bream, but the difficulty of cooking has definitely risen by more than one notch.
It is very difficult to catch the king sea bream, and even if you search the entire East Sakura for a special water, it is very difficult to catch it, but the flexibility of Kyoto cockfighting as a legendary ingredient and the elasticity of chicken is a real difficulty in cooking.
Because it was bred as a fighting, the Kyoto fighting is extremely muscular, and even an adult wolfdog may not be a match for a full-grown Kyoto fighting.
Tough feathers, strong bones, and muscles with full strength.
Kyoto cockfighting is praised as a devil's chicken is not an exaggeration.
To cook such chicken, it takes more than 10 hours to prepare it, and even with an auxiliary device such as a pressure cooker, it takes at least 6 hours, and it is difficult to reduce it.
It wasn't that there were no chefs who got Kyoto fighting to cook before, but it was still a hard ball after three hours of stewing in a pressure cooker, and even the rubber was easier to bite off than the chicken, so you can imagine that this kind of Kyoto fighting is difficult to handle.
Cooking chicken dishes, choosing such troublesome chicken, has not been processed in advance, which is also a point that Nagi Senzaemon does not understand.
There wasn't enough heat, but he didn't understand how Zhao Youqian was going to deal with the difficult bones of Kyoto cockfighting.
"Kyoto cockfighting?"
Jiu Zheng Luyuan showed a sudden expression on his face, and he said that he had already sent the information from Kondo Yuan to Zhao Youqian, why didn't he see that he was prepared, it turned out that he had already taken it out, but everyone didn't see it.
"However, Kyoto cockfighting is a legendary ingredient, and whether the degree of deliciousness can reach the legendary level depends on the performance of the chef!"
"Is Chef Zhao so confident?"
You must know that even the average master chef will have a headache when facing a Kyoto cockfight, and if you take it to Kuzo Dekaen to deal with it, you can cook fresh chicken on the spot, but the pre-processing is much more troublesome, and you must make a fine and dense knife cut on the chicken to cut off the elastic muscle fibers.
Then it is supplemented with fruit enzymes to soften the chicken, or with honey, which is also a big job that must be marinated for more than two hours.
But Zhao Youqian just used two wooden sticks to keep hitting the chicken itself, can this make a chicken like Kyoto Fighting soft?
What's more, they have already seen what Zhao Youqian wants to cook, it is not a way to soften the meat by simmering for a long time.
No matter what outsiders think, Zhao Youqian's tapping of his hands did not stop for a minute, and the continuous tapping, like a burst of drums, unconsciously echoed the heartbeat, so that many people in the audience felt chest tightness and shortness of breath.
Fortunately, after Zhao Youqian entered this state, the speed of tapping seemed to have increased a lot, and it was only twenty minutes before and after, and he finally stopped the movement in his hand.
"Boom!"
When the last knock stopped, the hearts of everyone on the scene seemed to pause for a moment.
Nagi Senzaemon seemed to want to stand up, and quickly sat down again.
This special power made him think of a lot of things, but Zhao Youqian's appearance didn't look like he had come into contact with those powers.
Was it really just an accident? ’
The suspicious eyes swept over Zhao Youqian, and at the same time, Minezaki Yaeko also looked at Zhao Youqian with the same eyes, that heart-wrenching power, others feel that it is not serious, how could she not be aware of the people in the food club who are sensitive to the development of food cells?
"But that's not the power of gourmet cells..."
Silently remembering this point, when she was about to report, she asked Nagi to pay attention to it, and her feet couldn't help but clamp a little.
On the big screen, the Kyoto cockfight, which had been beaten for twenty minutes, had not broken any of its skin, which only made people wonder if Zhao Youqian had not used any force at all, but the continuous sound like thunder made people negate this.
It also made Nagi Kiri-senzaemon sure that the ingredients used by Zhao Youqian were the famous Kyoto cockfights in Kyoto.
"Kyoto cockfighting?"
"In such a short time, the cooking is to be completed, and let's daydream!"
Kondo Haidian showed a contemptuous sneer, but his eyes did not stop staring at the timer on the freezer, and in less than ten minutes, his king sea bream was already up to time.
The legendary ingredients in their full form will be restored to the dust, and with the dark cooking skills he has learned, he doesn't believe anyone else can resist him.
Even the ramen of Onimaru Yamaho is nothing more than that in his eyes!
That's the power of the legendary ingredients! How can you chefs who can only wander at the bottom know! ’
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.
But at this moment, Zhao Youqian took out the blade from under the cooking table, and the edge was cold, even making him feel dazzling.
"Incredible knife work!"
"In just an instant, all the chicken has become a small dice!"
Minako Uemiya's voice sounded, and everyone couldn't help but beat their hearts.
Zhao Youqian just made a few cuts, and the difficult Kyoto fighting seemed to be magical, connected with chicken skin, and became a small dice the size of a little thumb, just like a grain of peanuts, exuding a faint alluring red and yellow.
Not to mention the ordinary audience, the eyes of the five judges were also wide-eyed, and in their understanding, it seemed that no kind of knife and cooking skills could do such a thing.
One kind of knife work naturally can't do it, but by combining two kinds of knife work, they can do the magic they see.
As early as the time of deboning, although only six knives were used, but the knife used by Zhao Youqian was not simple, there were fine and dense tooth lines on it, and when the bone was deboned at a very fast speed, Zhao Youqian also drew six knives on the inside of the Kyoto cockfight, and the six knives with just the right ratio were not only to cut off the chicken, but also to do the first step in the subsequent continuous knocking and loosening of the chicken.
With 20 minutes of percussion, using the power of Qi, the strong and elastic fighting chicken meat was broken off the fibers, and then combined with the extremely fast cross-cutting of the final kitchen knife, all the fighting chicken meat was cut into peanut-sized pieces.
Then there is the process that Zhao Youqian has already prepared.
Mix the egg whites with salt, sugar, and pepper, knead them into the diced fighting chicken, stirring in one direction until all the seasonings have been eaten into the chicken, and then begin to pat on a thin layer of potato starch.
Hanging pulp, thickening, all the actions without a trace of dragging.
The spice oil pot that had been prepared for a long time, mixed with the flavors of green onions, garlic and star anise, cinnamon and peppercorns, was heated on a high fire, and when the oil temperature in the pot rose to 170 degrees, it was only as if the heavy rain was pouring down, and the sound of hitting the iron sheet sounded.
"Whoa!!"
The moment the chicken is put into the pot, countless bubbles rise in the oil pan, and the marinated Kyoto fighting chicken floats and floats inside.
Until a layer of faint brown appeared on the outside, which was the color that had been completely fried to a certain extent, Zhao Youqian's hand that had slipped through the net was extremely fast, and in just one moment, he had already scooped up all the chicken.
At this time, in the oil pot, not only the taste of spices, but also mixed with the unique taste of chicken fat in the fighting chicken, three pots of dried chili peppers that have been cut directly into the oil pot, a hot aroma directly enveloped the entire stage.
"Ahem, ahem!"
Many Dongying people who can't eat spicy food cough directly because of this smell, but when the rich aroma continues to increase, saliva also begins to secrete continuously.
Even the judges who had already tasted Daikokuten ramen and had their appetite satisfied couldn't help but have an appetite.
Shimmering with red brilliance, brownish-yellow chicken lies in a sea of red peppers, white sesame seeds, green onions are dotted on it.
When this plate of dishes was sent to the judges' table, Zhao Youqian's expression was already calm and confident.
I saw him holding a bottle of transparent liquid, spraying it on the dish, and then poked it with his right hand, and a little fire ignited the liquid on the dish, and in the flames, the dish was completely completed.
The dazzling brilliance skyrocketed, ignoring the shocked looks of the five judges.
"I flow. Suzaku spits flames. ”
"Please also ask the judges to taste it!"