"Taste is memory, or is there a taste in memory."

Zhao Youqian sat down unhurriedly, and also picked up a small fried pork from the farmhouse with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth, the spicy green pepper mixed with the tenderness of lean meat, and the aroma of lard.

It brought him back to the time before he crossed over, and the happiest thing he did when he came home alone was the satisfaction of cooking a meal to enjoy.

Maybe that's what his home tastes like.

The spicy flavor of green peppers here not only stimulates the taste and pain, but also turns into an aroma that impacts people's five senses.

Let the mildness of the lean meat and the taste of lard in the back be doubled.

This is also Zhao Youqian's favorite technique, and when I tried it with Erina Nagikiri, I used this method to first hit your palate with spicy flavors to make them more sensitive, and then the rest of the ingredients gradually merged into this spicy taste.

Let their flavor take over the entire mouth.

True spiciness, which is not simply spicy, is a seasoning, a kind of opening that arouses the palate of diners and makes them feel the other flavors better.

Now, Isayama Huangquan and Tsuchinomiya Kagura, two people from Higashi-Sakurazu who don't often come into contact with chili peppers, have finally understood why the spicy flavor has spread Sichuan cuisine to the rest of the world.

A truly delicious spicy flavor will be a taste that transcends borders and appeals to everyone.

"The so-called taste of home is just a kind of heart, careful enough, serious, with the idea of giving people happiness, and holding the blessing of people's health."

"That's what home tastes like!"

Looking at the two girls who couldn't help but grill the rice while sticking chopsticks to the small fried meat, Zhao Youqian showed a kind smile.

Is this dish delicious? That's for sure, but it's not enough to have such an appealing magic, it's not enough to be delicious, it's important to have a reassuring atmosphere.

"This soup!"

Tsuchinomiya Kagura, whose face was flushed after eating, was so hot that he quickly scooped a spoonful of soup, and as soon as he entered his mouth, he was healed by the fragrance of seaweed and the richness of egg flowers.

The slight scent of shallots hovers between the seaweed and the egg flowers, building a bridge and smoothing out the spicy taste in her mouth.

On the other side, Isayama Huangquan picked up a chopstick vegetable, the green leaves with the snow-white roots, were cut into sections, with a unique fragrance of vegetables, but no earthy taste.

'Click'

The moment the vegetables are put into the mouth, there is a crisp sound of vegetable stalks, and then a faint sweetness spreads, and the slight saltiness makes the sweetness of the vegetables more and more prominent, and the part of the leaves is very soft, like a ball of cotton.

The eyes of Isayama Huangquan lit up, and the familiar fragrance hit again.

"It's lard! You used a little lard in all three dishes, didn't you? ”

Although I haven't tasted seaweed egg drop soup yet, Isayama Huangquan is already very sure of this.

Seeing Zhao Youqian nodding, the two girls vaguely understood why they felt the smell of home.

Because it is used to the best of its ability, and the taste of lard is extremely mild, it only takes a little bit to enhance the aroma and flavor of vegetables and soups.

"The spicy stir-fried pork is based on lard, the light vegetables are stir-fried in lard, and the fresh seaweed egg drop soup is also added with a little lard, just to create a peaceful atmosphere."

"Occasionally, the meat fat will only be used if the mother is reluctant to throw it away at home."

"For me, that's what home tastes like."

With a little smile, Zhao Youqian looked at the two sisters who were smiling with satisfaction.

"Well, you're satisfied, aren't you?"

Biting his chopsticks, Isayama Huangquan looked at Zhao Youqian's gaze with a little hesitation.

"I now understand a little bit why you prepared a hundred ghost banquet for the hundred ghosts..."

"Maybe in your opinion, as long as you are a diner, you can serve a meal perfectly, right?"

didn't expect anything from Zhao Youqian's home-cooked meal, but he built the flavor of home with three simple dishes.

This strength...

On the other side, Tsuchinomiya Kagura was also hungry for a day, and at this time she didn't know what her sister was thinking, eating chopsticks one after another, and she was also mentally calculating.

'It's a shame to eat such a delicious meal only once...'

'Or not?' ’

Her eyes secretly glanced at Zhao Youqian, who was eating.

I learned cooking from him, and when I learned his cooking skills, my sister couldn't do without me in this life! ’

Thinking of this, Tsuchimiya Kagura couldn't help but squint her eyes and smile like a fox that had stolen a chicken.

...

Kyoto's western suburbs, the residence of the Nagiri family.

Nagi Senzaemon crossed his hands to his chest, and looked at his kitchen with a sinking face, which lit up again.

"Miss, you've been in for almost nine hours today?"

The housekeeper of the Nagi family next to him stood respectfully to the side and nodded helplessly.

"Master, the little ones really can't persuade the eldest lady, now that she is still growing up, she can't be so tired anymore!"

For this, Nagi Senzaemon naturally knows better than the housekeeper.

"The old man knows, you all go down!"

Nodding silently, the Demon Eater's eyes showed a hint of strangeness.

'That boy is putting so much pressure on you?' Or is it a failure that you can't accept in your pursuit of perfection? ’

For outsiders, I'm afraid it's hard to imagine that Nagi Senzaemon didn't have the slightest idea of controlling Erina Nagi's masochistic training.

After all, the orthodox heir of the Nagi family is only one Erina.

But for the knowledgeable Ogre King, he knew very well that this was a hurdle that Erina Nagikiri had to pass, and even a torture that many young geniuses and talented chefs had to go through if they wanted to go to a higher place.

In the face of more powerful peers, they are still not geniuses after all, or just like those losers who have fallen at their feet, they are just some illusory bubbles, vulgar beings.

"The strong are always strong, and it's time for Erina to get involved in the affairs of the Nagiri family!"

A hint of coldness flashed in Nagi Senzaemon's eyes.

"It just so happens that the New Year Festival of Asama Shrine is going to be held recently, so I can officially enter that world!"

"The tongue of God, only when facing those beings, is the true name of 'God'..."

Looking at Erina, who was constantly recooking, a soft light flashed in Senzaemon's eyes.

...

"So, after you ate my meal, not only did you not think of me, but you also wanted to pull me into the water?"

Zhao Youqian looked at the righteous Ishan Huangquan in front of him, and only felt a headache.

"Say what? You held a hundred ghost banquet on the territory of Asama Shrine, aren't you from our Asama Shrine? ”

Isayama Huangquan showed a look of surprise, not as if he was faking.

"Besides, you want to see Asama Shrine being strengthened by shrines in other places at the annual festival?"

"When the time comes, the royal husband will be angry, don't you want to be stable..."

"Anyway, I'll remind you again at midnight in a month's time! You don't want to run! ”