Gu Bai paused when he heard it.

Seiichiro continued, "I have also opened up the Shura world, and the 'Thousand Hearts' have evolved into countless worlds based on the characteristics of the ingredients. That's why I call my kitchen world 'Thousand Hearts'. For example, the previous 'Spring Colorful Rice Paper Roll' has a world where a hundred flowers bloom in spring, with fruits and vegetables full of life as the main ingredients, a sweet, soul-soaking texture, and a variety of bright colors. But the vast majority of people's kitchen hearts are a fixed scene, and they are not ever-changing. In other words, Gu Bai, your kitchen heart and my kitchen heart can resonate, so it also has such characteristics. But mine is because the understanding of ingredients is changing, why is your world changing? ”

After Seiichiro finished speaking, he looked at Gu Bai, and when he heard Gu Bai's answer, Seiichiro had already realized that Gu Bai had evolved into such a world of cooking just because of the current cuisine, and there were many potential similarities with himself.

But there are absolutely no two chef hearts that are the same, so Seiichiro is also very curious about what kind of mind Gu Bai can conjure up a world that touches people's hearts.

"It's... Mr. Seiichiro, I said before that I wanted to integrate the article into the cuisine, so my kitchen world is actually a kind of artistic conception in the article and in my heart. Gu Bai said and lowered his head to recall the feeling he felt when he opened the world of his kitchen.

It's a feeling of indifference and comfort. Everything is hidden in one heart, and when the thought moves, the top of Mt. Fuji is covered with 10,000 years of snow, and then moves, and under the cherry blossom trees, the pink or white red Mo rises with the wind, dancing with the snow. Gu Bai felt like he was writing poems and paintings, and every stroke in his mind, with a single stroke, everything was born and died in the world of the kitchen's heart.

This is the same as the mind of Shura.

The heart of Shura is like a tree, in the boundless heart, the gray place sprouts, and then grows wildly and wantonly, the bark is folded, only a hideous and decisive seed, plus the black juice of arrogance, jealousy, anger, laziness, and greed, can only grow by absorbing nutrients. When this tree grows to the top of the clouds and pierces the sky, there will be a force of one person that dares to reverse the hearts of thousands of people.

And today's kitchen heart is a lamp, dark with a light veil shrouded, floating and golden, can shine on the moon for thousands of miles, can be born on the sea Penglai. Whenever the incense comes from the deep and mysterious text, the lamp burns a drop of oil, and the flame is like a bean, slowly floating, and the small flames are dazzling and beautiful, and the light is brilliant.

There are dignitaries, hermits,, wanderers... This lamp is the throbbing work of every soul.

The little spirit rhinos they found in the universe gathered here, and the lights kept blaring.

This kitchen heart, Gu Bai prefers to call it a poetic heart, does not refer to writing words as a gift, but a kind of mind that seems to be nothing, can transform all things, and can understand human feelings. Like poetry, there are no rules and regulations, as long as Gu Bai has a string plucked in his heart, he might as well borrow the kitchen knife in his hand and store it between the dishes. However, if a guest can understand the mind of the food, the soul and consciousness will be able to enter the poetic state.

Gu Bai collected his thoughts, and explained like Seiichiro, "My cooking heart has to start with ancient poems." There is a genre of articles in China called ancient poetry, which is simply a method of writing articles. Judging from the number of words in the poems, there are so-called four-word poems, five-word poems, and seven-word poems. That is, four words are four words and one sentence, five words are five words and one sentence, and seven words are seven words and one sentence. From ancient times to the present day, outstanding poets and their works have been immortalized and passed down to the present day. The ancient poems are very simple, short but more than 20 words, and every word is meticulously crafted. Just a few crosses can outline the artistic conception of Bogu Tongjian. ”

After hearing this, Seiichiro nodded as if he didn't understand, "Because the ancient poems are short, there is plenty of room for reverie." ”

"For example, Su Shi's poem 'And will try new tea with new fire, poetry and wine while the youth'" Gu Bai hopes to give Mr. Seiichiro a better understanding through examples, and continues to say, "The author of this poem is Su Shi, an ancient Chinese writer, and the meaning of the whole poem is probably to light a new fire to cook a cup of freshly picked new tea, and to compose poems and get drunk while the age is still there." ”

Seiichiro listened to Gu Bai's immature appearance but said such an open-minded artistic conception, as if he had gone through the bitterness of a thousand sails, raised his eyebrows, behind the simplified text is complex and carefully carved, thinking of this Seiichiro couldn't help but be a little moved, "This is very interesting, but the cross can make the reader's heart seem to be called, and awaken the feeling of sudden relief after the vicissitudes of life"

Hearing Cheng Yilang's answer, Gu Baimei also became cheerful, the treasure of Chinese culture in poetry, every word is like a flower and a world, a leaf and a Bodhi. Gu Bai breathed a sigh of relief and explained how he conceived this cooking, "The words of ancient poems, the words have the power to penetrate people's hearts, and the world displayed by the words can pierce into the hearts of readers through the paper and turn into a world. That's what I'm trying to say, to integrate the article into the cuisine. ”

I've never heard of such a method to guide the world of the kitchen's heart, Seiichiro was stunned at that time, although the concept of poetry is still very vague, but from "and will try new tea with new fire, poetry and wine while you are in the prime of life" repeatedly chewed every word, but the heart has something more firm than before, "Poetry has such a magical ability, and my expectations for your 'cherry blossom shrimp and wild mushroom cooking' are even higher"

What kind of fantasy will the food containing the article give people?

Gu Bai turned around and looked at the time, ready to reveal the answer. One of the things that makes you feel different when you turn on the rice cooker is that you have a pot full of food right next to you, and when you eat it, you can scoop it out with a spoon and spoon by spoon, which is the most satisfying moment. Delicious, portional, anytime and anywhere, these two words combine to arouse an endless appetite in the stomach. And cooking, that's exactly what happened.

Gu Bai took out the rice cooker, took the wooden spoon in his right hand, lifted the bottom of the pot with his left hand, and poured a whole pot of cooking rice into the wooden basin, the red magnificence glowed softly like a jewel, and the aroma of cherry blossoms and rice wine fermented in the air was neither strong nor frivolous, just like the petals of cherry blossoms growing, and the heart of the flower could smell the refreshing taste.

As the whole pot of cooking rice stood upside down in the wooden basin, Gu Bai put on a layer of plastic film gloves on both hands, carefully spread the shredded mushrooms under the wooden basin around the rice grains in a circle, and then gathered the rice and gently pressed it into the shape of Mount Fuji.

Seiichiro took two steps closer and looked from the top of the tub, as if he was standing in the sky of Mt. Fuji at the moment, his eyes looking down at the mountain pass, until the mountain, his eyes softened a little, and at this moment this dish looked like a famous master's painting, although it was still a little rough, but the outline and base of Mt. Fuji already had a bit of charm.

Gu Bai turned around and walked to the refrigerator, taking out the cold weather liquid and the sandwich bag that had been refrigerated before. Poked twice with his finger through the paper bag, Gu Bai nodded, the degree of refrigeration was just right.

Seiichiro's heart moved, the cooking rice in the wooden basin was still the embryo of the picture scroll of Mount Fuji at the moment, and now the props in Gu Bai's hand were like the sketching pen between the painter's fingers, to give the final charm to this painting.

Gu Bai took the two secret weapons, walked past Seiichiro and returned to the operating table. Take a pair of scissors out of the cupboard drawer and use the scissors to make a fingertip-sized hole in the sandwich bag and apply the cream to the surface of the cooker.

Seeing Gu Bai's approach, Seiichiro's previous doubts found the answer at this time, and asked Gu Bai, who was meticulously operating, "This practice is mousse, right?" This custard-like dessert is decorated with a cold day after freezing, and it has a hazy feeling like clouds and mist, just like a real overlooking the snow-capped peak of Mt. Fuji, achieving a hidden visual effect."

"Yes, whipped into cream with cheese and mixed with strawberry red, the sweetness and sourness of the strawberries neutralize the greasy taste of the cream, and the fresh and bright red and milky white tones can also make the artistic conception of cherry blossoms falling all over the sky." Gu Bai lightly pressed the sandwich bag to squeeze out the mousse while exchanging his ideas with Seiichiro.

"The last cold day is used to decorate the snow scene of Mt. Fuji from afar, when the snow scene comes into view, and the snowflakes reflect the details of the sunlight, and the cold day liquid is not frozen, but gradually melts from the top of the mountain with infiltration, and the mousse evenly soaks the rice. The refreshing taste on cold days can also make up for the shortcomings of some dry mouths. ”

Seeing Gu Bai incarnated as a sculptor, using ingredients to carve a miniature version of the snow scene of Mt. Fuji on the cuisine, the mousse and the cold weather complement each other, and the whole dish of 'Sakura Wild Mushroom Cooked' is completed.

Seiichiro looked at Mt. Fuji at noon in the sunlight and many clouds in the sky that were floating in different shapes. From the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, the pure white gradually changes to endless black, giving a strong visual impact, and although white and black are opposed to each other, on Mt. Fuji, it is indeed in harmony.

The winter stay is cold and the sky is not sleeping, and the spring rain washes away the dust and smoke.

The wind is warm and smoky, and the flowers are intoxicating.

It looks like a brocade with red eyes, and the faint fragrance teases the bees.

Where are the dreams of the flowers, Mt. Fuji!

With the completion of the cooking, Gu Bai folded his hands, and in the world of the kitchen, the top of Mount Fuji in the middle of nowhere, the cherry blossoms were flying all over the sky, and the microcosm of the red and white world gradually condensed, and the reproduction of Mt. Fuji in the wooden basin was beautiful.

Seiichiro's applause was the first to sound, followed by the old man and Kohei Somana also applauding.

Gu Bai scratched his head, turned to look at everyone, and was a little embarrassed, "It's been a little long to slide, I'm hungry, my stomach has begun to growl, let's eat?" ”

Kohei Chuangzhen strode past Gu Bai, looked carefully at the cherry blossom shrimp and wild mushroom cooking rice with wide eyes, and leaked a ghostly expression, "Gu Bai, it's the first time I've seen a cuisine that can do this, this cuisine can no longer be called a cuisine, this is a work of art." ”