Nagi thistle sat at one end of the table, and Gu Bai and Suzuyo Kana sat on either side of the table.

The nagini thistle plate is very delicately prepared, in the traditional Japanese plate style, each dish is a small plate in front of each person, and the plate is crystal clear.

In the first dish, the 'Pan-fried Salmon' is a thick square piece of salmon the size of a palm, and the bright red salmon has a caramel-like surface and a fish oil luster after being fried.

Beneath the caramel-colored fish is burgundy salmon meat, like a medium-rare steak, and the caramel salmon meat is visually pleasing to the eye, highlighting a thickness that makes you want to swallow it in one bite.

The last layer is the most primitive color of salmon, white and red, similar to the color of crab meat, just by entering the eyes in the brain secretes a large amount of dopamine, crystal transparent and mouth-watering.

The three-layered salmon, each with its own unique taste and vision, exudes infinite temptation at the same time, and together it is even more appetizing, which is the charm of 'pan-fried salmon', like a jade plate of delicacies, phoenix pith and dragon liver, which makes people want to stop.

Next to it is the white and orange-yellow soft egg, the white and soft color, the golden egg yolk synovial liquid and the caramel black salmon have a visual contrast, which is more pure white and lovely against each other, as if it is a marshmallow, which makes people want to press gently with the chopsticks to feel the elasticity, and the golden egg liquid has a part of the adhesion to the salmon meat, which is dazzling and the brilliance of the flow is intoxicating.

The salmon meat and the topped egg garnish are garnished with mushrooms, and the steak mushrooms and maitake mushrooms are stir-fried and topped with a bright red sauce, like gyokuro melted between the mushrooms.

If Chuangzhen was here, it would probably be another big bowl of rice, thinking of Chuangzhen gobbling up rice with the sweet and sour sauce of the West Lake vinegar fish, Gu Bai's tired face showed a smile.

The finished freshly boiled green broccoli is served as a plating like a tropical tree on a Hawaiian beach, bringing a tropical sea and resort vibe to the whole 'pan-fried salmon' that delights diners.

Gu Bai and Suzudai Kana looked at this hard-won, good-looking, and ample-sized fried salmon subconsciously moved their throats and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Teacher, let's go" After Gu Bai and Suzudai Kana finished speaking to Nagi thistle, they didn't hesitate any longer, picked up their chopsticks and attacked the salmon on the plate.

As the chopsticks squeezed hard, the golden fish skin was broken, and the moment it entered the middle of the tender piece of meat, the bright red sauce and the golden egg liquid flowed into the meat poked by the chopsticks together, and the salmon meat blended together, and an extremely satisfied mood invaded Gu Bai's brain.

Picking up a piece of salmon meat the size of a finger and stuffing it into his mouth, Gu Bai's brain was blank for a moment, all the waiting and hunger today were all awakened at this moment, and the whole body was like a shark with a huge mouth open, and the delicate flesh between the teeth and the fat of fish oil awakened the infinite appetite.

Kana Suzudai, like Gu Bai, showed a happy and satisfied look on her small face. The two of them looked at each other, exchanged their satisfaction after all the fatigue of the day, and then began to hold the next piece of salmon meat with their heads down.

A small piece, but never stopped, the two chopsticks in the hand separated, the frequency of closure is getting faster and faster, almost can't stop, occasionally feel a little choked, take a bite of broccoli or mushrooms, pad it, pad it, continue to gobble up.

Instead of chasing the meat like two little hungry wolves, one bite after another, Nagi cut thistle chose to taste Gu Bai's cooked miso soup first.

Generally not local Japanese, there is a reason why they don't like miso soup, and just from the first impression of "appearance", miso soup has already lost at the starting line. The appearance of miso soup mainly comes from the bowl that holds the soup, but fortunately, the bowl of Nagi cut thistle is definitely a good product.

The bowl is porcelain, the bowl mouth is round, immaculate, medium to large, round and full, the carcass is thin, gently knocked twice with chopsticks, the percussion sound is like a rock, crisp and long. Then look at the glaze color Ji blue glaze for the ground, and Ji blue glaze has always been the top grade glaze, highlighting a kind of luxury. The edge of the bowl has a pattern depicted in gold, which is found on the outer wall and the inner bottom, dancing dragon pattern, with clouds outlined, forming a dragon dancing in the clouds. The slender body of the dragon, the five claws are strong, the body is agile, the lines are delicate and smooth, and each dragon scale is very clear and layered.

Gu Bai's bowl of miso soup looks very authentic, and the ingredients in each piece are similar in size, and they look neat and uniform in the bright yellow and turbid soup.

What made Nagi Che Ji look forward to it was that this miso soup was Gu Bai after going through the tribulations of the Shura world

Cooking, Nagi thistle hesitated for a while, knowing that it was a dish with the heart of Shura, and it would take the initiative to try it It would take some preparation.

Nagi thistle scoops up a spoonful of miso soup with a shiny and round mahogany spoon, the slightly hot temperature is bubbling on the spoon, and Nagi choke slowly sends the miso soup down his throat and drinks it in one gulp.

For a moment, the nagini thistle seemed to have some cold in its body, and this cold was like a cold winter canyon, a traveler headwinding on the path of the glacier, and the whole body maintained a trace of heat by trembling.

The next moment, a burst of warm sun came from the body and soul of the thistle, as if a mouthful of soup just swallowed, after the cold of the night, ushered in the rising sun, the sun of the morning sun is not hot, with a gentle temperature, like a pair of hands gently caressing the stomach of the thistle, warm, the whole person has spirit.

Nagi cut this thistle was shocked, why did she feel like this, the dish enchanted by the heart of Shura should be a sharp blade, piercing straight into the nerves of the taster, making people feel cold hair all over their bodies in an instant, and their spirits were tense.

But this warm feeling, as if there is a stubborn will, penetrates from the stomach little by little, to the chest, to the mouth, to the eyes, and finally to the heavenly spirit cover, and the heat seems to penetrate the whole person.

At this moment, in the canyon of the original cold winter, there is a wooden square that the predecessors set up to provide travelers with rest, the small wooden house shelters the whistling cold wind, and there is a heater in the center of the wooden house, and the limbs that have been stiffened, with the temperature of the heat transfer on the stove, gradually regain consciousness, giving people a kind of hardship, rare and stable warmth.

Nagi thistle was stunned, and took another sip, and the sense of comfort in his soul seemed to be protected by some kind of power, and he became more and more energetic. If it's about the taste of the ingredients, it's just normal, nothing surprising, and a bowl of miso soup is traditional and direct.

But this enchantment of the heart of Shura is like a bullet with penetrating power, penetrating people's hearts.

Nagi cut thistle squinted her eyes, and couldn't help but take another sip, the fatigue of the whole day and the spirit that had been suppressed before because of Gu Bai were all moistened with this bowl of miso soup.

Interestingly, Nagi Thistle thought, this is the first time that Nagi Thistle is extremely curious about a dish that is too traditional to be more traditional.

When Gu Bai and Suzudai Kana tasted the soup elegantly one bite at a time, they had already moved quickly and cleanly solved the whole piece of salmon.

Gu Bai licked his lips and breathed a sigh of satisfaction, this dish of Teacher Nagi Cutting Thistle is basically impeccable, although he does not use a kitchen heart, but it is no exaggeration to say that compared to the dishes he cooks with a kitchen heart, it is also eight streets stronger.

Thinking of this, Gu Bai suddenly thought about how shocking it would be if Nagi Cutting Thistle used all his strength and 100% seriousness to make a nirvana Shura cuisine. For a while, the previous cold killing intent like a fish in the throat made Gu Bai's whole person tremble.

Gu Bai secretly glanced at the nagini thistle, it was hard to imagine that such a table of delicious dishes was cooked by an indifferent and ruthless person, and it was extremely delicious.

Kana Suzushiro rolled her eyes, "Sensei, I want to eat dumplings made of molecular cuisine." ”

In the center of the dining table, the golden phoenix and white jade plates are lined up with cute molecular fruit dumplings.

And the reason why Suzushiro Kana is so anxious is that although there are about 20 dumplings, but in case, if it is not the first to start, the dumplings with special marks have not been grabbed, and they have been carefully confirmed several times when a plate of dumplings is served, and there is absolutely no problem that the middle row is the second from left to right!

Nagi cut thistle was enjoying the wonderful feeling in Gu Bai's miso soup at the moment, her body was lazy, and she nodded, "Well, eat, you are all hungry today, don't worry, but Gu Bai You have to finish the miso soup before eating dumplings." ”

Gu Bai held his breath in his chest, almost didn't catch his breath, it's too bullying, although it's a miso soup made by himself, but... If you want to finish drinking a bowl, this bowl of Mr. Nagi is really not a small bowl.

Gu Bai looked at the bowl full of miso soup in the porcelain bowl and began to make trouble.

In the original world, Gu Bai had drunk miso soup, after all, in the cooking training at home, Chinese and foreign famous dishes had to be tasted once, but after drinking it, Gu Bai only had one feeling, that is, in addition to looking ugly, the taste was the more fatal wound of miso soup...

Anyway, it's not particularly unpleasant, it's just the kind of ordinary unpleasant...

Gu Bai doesn't know how to generalize, how to describe it, there are no characteristics, it is simply unpalatable and choking, if you insist on analogy, it is soy sauce mixed with hot water, saying that it is salty or not, saying that it is light or not, saying that it is thick or not, and whether it is thick or not.

Originally, Gu Bai was going to eat sea bream, tofu, wakame, etc. in the miso soup, but as for the soup, it was used as mouthwash...

But Nagi thistle is really a leader in observing words and feelings, and if you want to eat molecular fruit dumplings, then give me miso soup to drink first, and then say, what is in the heart of the sample, I don't know.

Nagi Thistle raised her eyebrows, and watched Gu Bai drink miso soup with interest, to be honest, he was quite satisfied with this bowl of soup, but if he built his happiness on the pain of others, maybe it would be better.