Gourmets of the Heavens

"A taste is a memory, or there is a taste in memory."

Zhao Youqian sat down unhurriedly, and also picked up a chopstick of small farm fried pork and stuffed it into his mouth. The spicy green pepper mixed with the tenderness of lean meat, and the oily aroma of lard.

It brought him back to the time before he crossed over. After he returned home alone, the happiest thing was the satisfaction of cooking a meal.

Perhaps this is the smell of his home.

The spiciness of green pepper here is not only a taste and pain that stimulates the taste, but also turns into a kind of aroma, which impacts people's five senses.

Let the mildness of lean meat and the taste of lard stand out doubled.

This is also Zhao Youqian's favorite method. When he competed with Nakiri Erina before, he used this method. First hit your taste buds with spiciness to make them more sensitive, and then the rest of the ingredients gradually Into this spiciness.

Let their flavors fill your mouth.

The real spiciness is by no means a simple spiciness, but a kind of seasoning, a good start to mobilize the taste of diners and let them better experience other flavors.

Today, Isayama Koizumi and Tumiya Kagura, two people from East Yingzhou who are not often exposed to chili peppers, finally understand why the spicy taste spreads Sichuan cuisine to all parts of the world.

A truly delicious spicy taste that will cross borders and appeal to everyone.

"The so-called taste of home is just a kind of heart, careful enough, serious, with the idea of ​​making people happy, holding the blessing of making people healthy."

“This is the taste of home!”

Looking at the two girls who couldn't help but chop up the rice while sticking their chopsticks at the fried pork, Zhao Youqian showed a kind smile.

Is the dish he made delicious? That's for sure, but to have such an attractive magic power, it's not enough just to be delicious, what's important is the reassuring atmosphere.

"This soup!"

Tsunomiya Kagura, whose face was flushed after eating, was burning hot in his mouth. He quickly scooped up a spoonful of soup, and was healed by the fragrance of seaweed and the richness of egg flower as soon as he took a bite.

The slight fragrance of scallions lingered between the seaweed and the egg flower, building a bridge and smoothing the spicy taste in her mouth.

On the other side, Isayama Huangquan picked up a chopstick of vegetables. The green leaves and white roots were cut into sections. It had a unique fragrance of vegetables, but no earthy taste.

'click'

The moment the vegetables are put into the mouth, there is a crisp sound of vegetable stalks, and then a faint sweetness spreads. The slight saltiness makes the sweetness of the vegetables more prominent, and the leaves of the vegetables are very soft. Like a ball of cotton.

Isayama Koizumi's eyes lit up, and the familiar scent struck again.

"It's lard! You used a little lard in all three dishes, right?"

Although I haven't tasted seaweed and egg drop soup yet, Isayama Koizumi is already very sure of this point.

Seeing Zhao Youqian nodding, the two girls vaguely understood why they could feel the smell of home.

Because everything is used to the fullest, and the taste of lard is extremely mild, when used in vegetables and soups, only a little bit can immediately enhance the layering of aroma and taste.

"Spicy stir-fried pork with lard as the base, light vegetables stir-fried with lard, and a little bit of lard in the fresh seaweed and egg flower soup, just to create a peaceful atmosphere."

"Occasional extra meals, meat fat that is only used at home when the mother is not willing to throw it away."

"For me, that's the taste of home."

Showing a little smile, Zhao Youqian looked at the two sisters who ate with satisfaction.

"How about it, are you satisfied?"

Biting his chopsticks, Isayama Koizumi looked at Zhao Youqian with some hesitation.

"Now I understand a little bit why you prepared a banquet for all the ghosts."

"Perhaps in your opinion, as long as you are a diner, you can serve a perfect meal, right?"

He didn't have any expectations for Zhao Youqian's home-cooked meal, but he used three simple dishes to create a home-style flavor.

this strength

On the other side, Kagura Tsuchimiya had also been hungry all day. At this time, she didn't know what her sister was thinking. She ate with one chopstick after another, and she was also thinking about it.

‘It’s a pity to eat such a delicious meal only once’

'or? '

She sneaked a glance at Zhao Youqian who was eating.

'I will ask him to learn cooking as my teacher. After I learn his cooking skills, my sister will never be able to leave me in this life! '

Thinking of this, Tumiya Kagura couldn't help squinting his eyes, smiling like a fox who stole a chicken.

In the western suburbs of Kyoto, the mansion of the Nakiri family.

Nakiri Senzaemon folded his hands on his chest, watching with a sinking face as his kitchen was lit up again.

"Missy has been in for almost nine hours today?"

The butler of the Nakiri family stood aside respectfully and nodded helplessly.

"Master, the little ones really can't persuade the eldest lady. Now that she is still growing up, she can't continue to work so hard!"

For this point, Nakiri Senzaemon is naturally clearer than the housekeeper.

"The old man knows, you all go down!"

Nodding silently, the demon king of food showed a strange color in his eyes.

‘Did that boy put you under so much pressure? Or is it that a failure is unacceptable to you who pursue perfection? '

For outsiders, it may be difficult to imagine that Nakiri Senzaemon did not have the slightest idea of ​​controlling Nakiri Erina's self-abuse training.

After all, there is only Erina left as the orthodox heir of the Nakiri family.

But for the well-informed Demon Eater, he is very clear that this is a hurdle that Nakiri Erina must pass. Even many young geniuses and talented chefs must pass through if they want to go to a higher place. a torture.

In the face of more powerful peers, are they still geniuses, or just like the losers who have been defeated at their feet, they are just some illusory bubbles and vulgar mortal beings.

"The strong are always strong, it's time for Erina to participate in the affairs of the Nakiri family!"

Nakiri Senzaemon's eyes flickered coldly.

"It just so happens that the annual festival of Asama Shrine will be held recently, so Erina can officially log in to that world!"

"God's Tongue, only in the face of those existences, is the real name of 'God'."

Seeing Erina who kept cooking again, a soft light flashed in Senzaemon's eyes.

"So, after you ate my meal, not only did you not wish me well, but you also wanted to drag me into the water?"

Zhao Youqian looked at the righteous Isayama Huangquan in front of him, and felt a headache.

"What are you talking about? You held a feast of ghosts on the site of Asama Shrine, aren't you from our Asama Shrine?"

Isayama Koizumi showed a look of surprise, not like a fake.

"Besides, do you want to see Asama Shrine being bettered by other shrines in the annual festival?"

"When the time comes, Mrs. Yu will get angry, so you don't want to be safe."

"Anyway, it's agreed. At midnight a month later, I will remind you again! Don't even try to run away!"