Food Wars: The Invincible Cook

In a food street in Tokyo, the arrival of a Nakiri Senzaemon made the food hall more lively.

At this moment, no one would underestimate who the old man in front of them was.

Because there were some people who liked food present, and they had seen this old man on TV.

He was the food devil in the Japanese cuisine world, the commander-in-chief of the famous Japanese culinary school, Totsuki Academy, Nakiri Senzaemon.

If Nakiri Senzaemon was not qualified to evaluate the ability of a chef, then there would be few people in Japan who were qualified.

At this moment, this food hall was simply bustling with people, and many people came to see the famous food devil.

Of course, Nakiri Senzaemon was a little glad that he had a few security guards, who were trying to block the surroundings so that there would not be congestion in front of the commander-in-chief.

Many of the original diners of the food hall were a little worried about Chef Fang Lin, because they were afraid that Nakiri Senzaemon would give Fang Lin a bad evaluation.

Then Fang Lin's cooking career might be over, because this food devil has such influence.

The media reporters who heard the news also squeezed in. This is a rare scene.

A Chinese restaurant chef cooks for the food devil.

This scene is rare in several years.

"Let me see what you can do." Nakiri Senzaemon burst out with infinite brilliance, which was a desire for food.

Because from the lion's head taken from other chefs, Nakiri Senzaemon seemed to see a face. Only then did he know that it was Fang Lin's face, but it was a little different. The main part was still the work of another chef.

It's just that Fang Lin was hidden in the extreme depth. If Nakiri Senzaemon was not a very powerful gourmet, he would not be able to detect it.

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"Fang Lin, that person is the food devil Nakiri Senzaemon. I remember it now. I heard from my father that if he says your food tastes bad, your cooking career will be over. Ma Jun said worriedly.

"Brother Ma, I know this person." Fang Lin was washing the pork belly, which was the ingredient for the lion's head."But don't worry, I will make that foodie devil say it's delicious."

At this time, Fang Lin's eyes were calm, and he carefully handled the pork belly in his hands. Under the faucet, the meat juice was a little bright red, which was the freshest proof.

""Everyone, get out." Ma Jun asked the chefs in the kitchen to leave, and he left too. Before leaving, he took a deep look at Fang Lin.

"Fang Lin, you must succeed."

At this moment, Fang Lin was fully devoted to this dish, and his god-level chef's heart was brought to the extreme. Whether it was the cleaning of the ingredients or the handling of the ingredients, Fang Lin reached the extreme. In the previous dishes, Fang Lin had never used his full strength, but now was the time to really use his full strength.

Wash the pork belly, wash the greens, and beat the eggs in a bowl.

Then put the pork belly on the chopping board, took out a large kitchen knife, first cut dozens of small square pieces of meat from the pork belly, and then chopped it with the kitchen knife.

""Chop, chop." The sound of the chopping board kept ringing, which was to chop the pork belly into minced meat.

The raw material of the lion's head was related to the softness of the minced meat.

After a while, the minced pork belly was put into a glass bowl, and egg liquid was added. Salt, pepper, cooking wine, water starch and other ingredients were mixed evenly.

Then four meatballs of the same size were pinched out by hand. Fang Lin's technique was also special, which was to let the seasoning penetrate into the meat.

Looking at the pot on the stove next to him, small bubbles of oil burst out of the pot, and Fang Lin knew that the temperature was right.

Put the four meatballs into the pot one by one, and keep frying them, watching the color of the meatballs gradually turn golden.

"Now is the time." Fang Lin's eyes lit up, and he used tools to fish out the meatballs, drained the oil, and put them aside.

"Then the real braised lion head is made."Fang Lin took out a new pot and poured some olive oil into the bottom of the pot.

On the other side, cut the green onion, ginger and minced garlic into thin strips, waited for the oil in the pot to heat up, and poured these ingredients into it.

"This is the sautéing process."

A refreshing aroma wafted out from the pot, filling the entire kitchen with an alluring aroma.

The sautéing process didn't take long, and then Fang Lin added the meatballs that had just been fried into golden color, and poured in an appropriate amount of water, cooking wine, and sugar color to flavor the four meatballs.

Change the fire on the stove to a low heat and simmer.

Then, Fang Lin did not move, quietly waiting for the deliciousness of the lion's head to continue brewing. This is the power of time.

After dozens of minutes.

Fang Lin picked up another pot, poured in olive oil, waited for the oil temperature to heat up, poured in the green vegetables and cooked them, added pepper, MSG and other seasonings.

Then open the pot where the lion's head was cooked, and pour all the soup into it. Suddenly use high heat, this is the last step, to collect the juice.

Fang Lin wants to lock the deliciousness firmly in the four meatballs.

Taking out a large bowl, Fang Lin picked up the green vegetables with chopsticks and put them in the bowl, and then put the meatballs in the large bowl with a spoon.

The green color of the green vegetables and the golden meatballs, this is Fang Lin's work

""Huh." Fang Lin took a deep breath and put the kitchen knife on the knife rack."My cooking is done."

Holding the braised lion's head in his hand, Fang Lin came to the hall. Nakiri Senzaemon was waiting quietly, without any hurry.

"Oh, here they come." When Nakiri Senzaemon saw Fang Lin coming out, his eyes lit up. The four braised lion heads, with their rich aroma, had already entered the nose of the gourmet devil.

"This delicious"

"This is my dish, Fang's Braised Lion's Head, please enjoy it." Fang Lin placed the bowl of dish in front of Nakiri Senzaemon.

"Gulu." Everyone present made this sound.