I'm a dragon sparrow in Tokyo

Chapter 41 Heart Kitchen
Dai Zi looked at the dining table with a look of anticipation.

"Millet porridge served with fried dumplings and fried buns. Is this the eating habit of some places in Xiaguo? It's worth trying."

"Qingye, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Aoba secretly rolled her eyes, not wanting to speak.

She reached out and lifted the lid of her fried dumplings. Suddenly, a wave of heat rose, and the aroma of the dumplings also spread.

Jiang Xu looked over, and in the midst of the heat wave, he saw a dazzling golden yellow!
Cooking shines!
No, there is no light, but it looks like a pot of sunflowers.Jiang Xu felt it at first glance.

As the white air slowly dissipated, the dishes in the pot finally revealed their true colors.

Only now did Jiang Xu see clearly that the golden yellow was egg liquid.

What Aoba poured into the pot at the end was the evenly stirred egg liquid, poured it into the fried dumplings, and sprinkled a handful of black sesame seeds.

The egg liquid solidified by the residual heat covered the pan like a golden blanket.

The appearance of the whole dish has been improved a lot because of this small amount.

At the very least, this dish has all the flavors and aromas.

The dumplings are buried in the golden egg blanket, only the upper part is exposed, and they look like small snow buns.

Aoba separated each dumpling with a small table knife.

With such criss-crossing lines, it looks more like an extraordinarily plump big sunflower from a distance.

"Dangdangdangdang, Hagiwara's special sun-fried dumplings! Please try!"

After putting down the knife, Aoba raised her chin slightly, signaling that it was Jiang Xu's turn.

Jiang Xu smiled slightly, and also lifted the lid.

Call ~
A large gust of hot air wrapped in a strange fragrance immediately hit the tip of Aoba's nose.

Aoba's smiling face froze for a moment, the tip of her nose subconsciously frowned, this smell is so delicious!
Moreover, this noodle fragrance seems to be a bit wrong.

Jiang Xu's pan-fried buns are just ordinary round buns, sprinkled with shallots and garnished last night. They are neatly arranged and uniform in size.

The cooking of both of them has revealed their true colors.

In terms of appearance alone, Aoba’s fried dumplings are even better.

And in terms of the aroma and attractiveness of the food, Aoba, who has a keen sense of smell, has to admit that Jiang Xu's fried buns are a little stronger.

Therefore, the final winner still has to compete for the most important taste of food.

Daiko Hagihara compared the left and right pans.

The eyes are still first attracted by Aoba's Sun Fried Dumplings.

Appearance is still very important.

Daizi picked up a fried dumpling with a golden egg skirt with chopsticks, watched it carefully, nodded slightly, dipped it in vinegar, and put it in her mouth.

Bite the thin dumpling skin with your teeth, and squeeze the fresh meat with a certain amount of soup to the tip of your tongue, overflowing with delicious fragrance.

Click!

Finally, the crispy shell at the bottom is bitten off with the soft egg side, and the contrast is very obvious.

Daizi is more satisfied with the shell at the bottom of the fried dumpling, which is crispy without a trace of burnt smell, and it is eight and a half minutes hot.

She could taste that Qingye's control over the heat is much stronger than before.

It seems to be Jiang Xujun's reason!

Daizi smiled slightly, and she felt more and more that it was a correct decision to accept Jiang Xu to stay at her home.

"how is it going!"

Just as Daizi swallowed a fried dumpling, Aoba couldn't wait to ask.

"It's better than any of your dumplings before, but as for whose is more delicious, let me judge after I taste Jiang Xujun's fried buns."

"no problem."

Aoba agreed without hesitation, her heart was already more than half settled.

She had found out the enemy's situation before, and Jiang Xu's regiment was definitely not as good as hers.

Although I don't know why Jiang Xu replaced the stuffing with vegetarian stuffing, but in terms of taste, the meat stuffing is generally more prominent than the vegetarian stuffing, which is also her advantage.

At most, Jiang Xu's fire control is better than hers, but she found another way to win the opponent visually, and the score should be evened.

Well, this time eating the halberd, I am 90.00% stable.

Finally able to win a victory, must think carefully about the request to Jiang Xu.

Aoba secretly clenched her fist and said.

But, for some reason, there was always a trace of indescribable uneasiness in her heart, so, it was only 90.00% stable, and the last one percent was still not stable.

On the other side, Daizi blew a spoonful of millet porridge to wash off the smell of fried dumplings with the porridge before picking up her chopsticks again.

With a hint of expectation, he picked up a plump bun and put it in front of his eyes for a closer look.

Fermented in a hot pan, the fluffy white skin is fried to a perfect golden brown at the bottom, which looks very attractive.

Daizi took a light bite, opening a gap.

click!
A gleam of light was fleeting.

Immediately, the elastic and fluffy dough, wrapped in carrot, vermicelli and egg filling, was squeezed into the mouth.

The salty aroma is suitable, the soft and chewy dough, the tender eggs, and the refreshing vermicelli are mixed with crunchy carrots.

This combination is sure to make people very appetizing.

But compared to meat fillings, vegetarian fillings are indeed much weaker.

Dai Zi just wanted to say something.

Suddenly, a very sudden feeling of hunger, which seemed to be the most primitive, triggered the appetite to rise from the stomach.

And it is very clear that the fried buns in her hand are attracting her

Daizi stuffed the bun into her mouth involuntarily, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it involuntarily.

It's almost like gobbling it up.

Obviously, it's just a steamed stuffed bun. Why, it makes people feel like they can't stop eating until they're full.

What is the magic? !

No, this feeling doesn't seem to be my own, but the chef's!

This is the mood of the chef when injecting this dish.

Daizi was in a trance, and a picture appeared in front of her eyes.

It seemed that it was also a summer evening, a figure was busy in a very old kitchen.

A little boy who just came home tired from playing outside and was hungry sat on a high chair, swinging his legs restlessly, looking forward to waiting for the food to come to the table.

Waiting for the blurry figure to bring the hot fried buns out of the kitchen, put them on the table, and undo the lid.

The little boy, who couldn't wait for a long time, cheered, and didn't care about the heat, so he grabbed a bun and started to gobble it up.

The idea of ​​'it's the best', 'one more', and 'one more' is extremely simple.

Could it be? !
Daizi looked at Jiang Xu with a look of shock.

"Jiang Xujun, may I ask, why do you want to make fried buns?"

Feeling dazzled, Jiang Xu, who seemed to see a faint flash from Daizi's mouth just now, was taken aback for a moment before reacting and replied.

"Uh, I just remembered that I haven't eaten pan-fried buns for a long time. And the green leaves are made of meat stuffing, so I wanted to make a vegetarian stuffing, and I may not have eaten it for a long time, so I finally chose this. Love the carrot, vermicelli and egg stuffing, isn't it to your liking?"

"No, I like it."

Daizi confirmed again: "It's just that when you were making buns, you clearly remembered the taste of buns when you were a child!"

"Indeed." Jiang Xu nodded.

"I understand."

Daizi finally remembered some stories about the culinary world that her husband once told her.

Legend has it that in the former dynasty of the Xia Kingdom, there was a master chef. His cooking was best at evoking the deepest memories and eliciting the flavors that people miss the most and want to taste again.

Since then, in the entire oriental culinary world, many people follow and believe in this chef god, and regard his skills as the highest culinary art.

The so-called wine does not make everyone drunk. Everyone has their own ultimate food in their hearts. What a chef has to do is to let this ultimate food emerge from the bottom of people's hearts.

In addition, all the ingredients and cooking skills are auxiliary to achieve the purpose.

This genre is called Xinchuliu.

However, it is difficult for ordinary chefs to learn superficial skills even in a lifetime. After many generations of chefs have studied and summarized, they have developed a special technique.

That is, the chef's own feelings and ideas are conveyed through the dishes.

After all, it is always difficult for people to understand others.

It is difficult even for a chef to understand the preferences of each diner.

It is better to do the opposite, focus on letting the diners feel all the feelings of the chef himself when creating this delicious dish, arouse the resonance of the diners, and finally let the diners recall their own ultimate delicacy.

Although there are still deviations, it is relatively simple.

But this kind of skill, isn't it said that only some inheritors of the Xinchu style can do it?

Why would any borrower from Xia Kingdom do it!

Daizi couldn't understand.

But this did not prevent her from scoring the two dishes.

That kind of feeling when I was young, I just ate something delicious, and I simply wanted to eat more, and I ate it all in one go.

It reminded Daizi of the surprise and satisfaction she felt when she came to Tokyo for the first time and tasted all kinds of novel dishes.

This is something that has never been felt again since then.

Xinchu's dishes are for those who love the past!

"I declare that Jiang Xujun will win today's halberd."

(End of this chapter)