Eternal food paradise

"close--"

"fold--"

This group of words summarizes Xia Yan's treatment of the embryo.

The dough was painted with "red paint" and wrapped layer by layer. The final shape was similar to the dough at the beginning. Xia Yan put down the long knife, grabbed the rolling pin again, and gently rolled out some pits and uneven areas. draw.

There is no need to specially bring a steamer from the warehouse or Totsuki's logistics department. Nakiri's own kitchen already has one.

However, as if it was not spicy enough, everyone saw Xia Yan put the dough on the steamer and once again applied a layer of "red paint" on the surface of the dough.

"OK, wait for the second proofing, which will take about 20 minutes, and then steam." Xia Yan washed his hands, turned around and said to everyone,

"..."

At this time, several ventilation and exhaust devices were fully turned on, and the air in the kitchen became fresher and less pungent.

Nakiri Senzaemon suddenly said: "There is no need to go back to the restaurant, just continue the family dinner here. Erina, where is the clear soup I asked you to prepare before? It's ready to be served."

call.

Nakiri Erina took off her mask and said: "The soup has been cooked, but it has been mixed into the 'one juice and three things' of simple tea kaiseki."

"Then bring them all together."

The dining table in Nakiri's kitchen didn't seem crowded even with seven or eight people sitting there. Xia Yan already knew the contents of Erina Nakiri's "One Juice and Three Things", so he didn't feel too curious and sat down quietly.

There was no servant to ruin the atmosphere. Nakiri Erina was the maid responsible for distributing food. She had just gone to get a towel to wipe off sweat and wash her face. The water stains on her face were not dry yet with a cute and cute blush. She put out sets of tea Kaiseki was delivered to everyone.

Everyone unanimously picked up the soup first.

Isshiki Hui felt that the warm miso soup swept through his mouth like a rain of revival. Then he picked up the boiled tofu in the bowl with his chopsticks and chewed it slowly.

The previous "specialty" was the memory of the tongue.

Gradually, gradually faded away.

"My appetite has returned." Dojima Gin exhaled and put down the bowl.

He also put down his chopsticks and didn't look at the other salt-grilled mackerel and chowder. Instead, he looked at Xia Yan who was resting with his eyes closed: "Why do you still need to steam your 'noodles'?"

Kuga Teruki ate the grilled mackerel expressionlessly: "Yes, he specifically asked about the electric grill before. I don't believe he changed his mind temporarily."

"From pancakes and pancakes to steamed pancakes like steamed buns and steamed buns?"

Nakiri Erina was suspicious.

Xia Yan was speechless when he heard a group of people discussing his food regardless of table manners while eating. He closed his eyes to examine himself.

Fortunately, the 'Eating Demon King' Nakiri Senzaemon just ate quietly without commenting.

This old guy, and Dojima Gin, who deliberately caused a conversation.

One is better than the other.

He didn't believe these two people and didn't know the purpose of steaming the bread first.

It's just that the "noodles" are too thick.

What a big lump.

If you don't put the steamer on first, but use steam to cook it thoroughly, then directly pancakes or scones, how much firepower is needed? It's not impossible to bite the bullet and fry pancakes directly, but it consumes too much energy and wastes time.

The second rise time ends after 20 minutes.

It took about a quarter of an hour to steam the dough.

Then, comes the pancake part!

"Pssssssss..."

The dough is very crispy and placed in a black gold cast iron pan with a layer of grease.

It was beyond everyone's expectation.

There is no electric crotch heater, just a cast iron skillet.

Xia Yan's pancakes can be called simple, without any fancy pancake flying techniques.

Just heat one side to a certain temperature point, and then use a shovel to flip it to the other side.

However, they all noticed that Xia Yan's face was solemn.

It doesn’t feel like you’re perfunctory at all.

Nakiri Erina was probably the most careful and careful observer, silently calculating something in her mind: "When I first put the pot in, I flipped it every two minutes, and now I flip it every 30 seconds. This is because the temperature of the inner wall of the pan has risen rapidly. ?"

Soon, ten minutes passed.

"That's it!"

"'One pot' has so many uses, it's so scary. "

"The temperature of each side is controlled at 160 degrees, and the time has been used to the extreme after baking over medium heat. The crispy texture will become dry and hard after baking for a while..."

Click!

Xia Yan turned off the heat, held the pan in hand, tilted it slightly, and a large piece of dough fell onto the large ceramic plate that had been prepared in advance.

Everyone looked at the bright red dough being served to the table.

"This color is a bit scary." The corner of Dojima Gin's mouth twitched.

Isn't it? The surface of the dough is even in color, with no too dark or too thick browned patches. At first glance, I thought it was a delicate pastry on the shelf of a certain bakery. The crispy texture almost fills the air. …

"Gulu~" Someone swallowed quietly.

I don’t know if I was frightened by the hot red appearance or because my appetite was gone.

Seeing Xia Yan, he turned around and took out a long and narrow knife, making a gesture to cut the dough.

"Leave it to me, Xia Yanjun!" Yi Sehui stood up.

Dojima Gin took the first step and quietly took out a blade of similar style from another kitchen table and another knife holder. His smile showed an inexplicable sense of danger: "Isshiki-kun..."

Issekhui's face froze, and he stepped away with a sneer: "Senior Dojima, come here."

Dojima Gin nodded with satisfaction, and his smile regained its freshness.

The knife was cut with a "chi" sound.

Cross cut.

Finally, the dough was cut into pancakes.

With a flick of Dojima's silver knife, one of the pancakes separated from the main body. The kitchen fell silent for an instant. Everyone was stunned, their eyes involuntarily being drawn to the side of the pancake.

pretty!

Layers of red cake slices are delicately stacked together.

Between each layer, there is a "red filling" composed of mustard seeds, beef puree and bean paste.

"It's a layer cake."

"To be precise, it's spicy layer cake." Xia Yan grinned slightly.

Heat, spiciness.

The key is that the inner layer is not baked very dry, and the filling is moist with a little moisture, so the sandwich is flashing in front of everyone's eyes, and the color and taste are quite tempting to appetite.

However, the spiciness was like a tornado, making people's scalp numb. Everyone stared at it but did not dare to take action. The scene froze for a moment.

"I want to eat, but I'm afraid!"

Kuga Teruki took the lead in becoming a warrior. He was originally a strong Sichuan cuisine expert and was very good at creating spicy and numbing flavors. He believed that his resistance was the strongest among those present except Xia Yan.

He took one of the thousand-layer cakes in his hand and said, "Then I'll start -"

Take a big bite.

Suddenly, layer after layer, first the teeth, then the tongue and mouth, were all immersed in the beautiful taste of the broken and progressive layers.

On the first level, the spiciness is just barely there.

Kuga Teruki commented in his mind.

Second floor……

Well, it's okay, I can feel it on my tongue a little bit.

The third floor, the fourth floor, the fifth floor...

"boom--"

Kuga Teruki was shocked, and felt that he had suddenly entered the underground world. Magma erupted in front of his eyes, and layers of rising hot breath surrounded him. "I feel like my whole person..."

"It's all burning!" he murmured.

Dojima Gin and Nakiri Senzaemon are more concerned about the details of the heat of the "thousand-layer cake".

"It's penetrated! It's penetrated!" Dojima Gin stared at the side of the cake intently.

"Silver, can you do this?"

Nakiri Senzaemon said: "When frying pancakes in a pan, the heat must be even and penetrating. The flame must burn every layer..."

Dojima Gin smiled bitterly and added: "Commander, it's not just that. It's not enough that the flames burn to all corners without leaving any blind spots."

"It must be kept 'crispy' and the dough must not lose too much moisture, otherwise it will turn into a dry and hard stone!"

While chatting, both of them fell silent.

Eyes twinkling.

horrible!