Naruto: Big Foodie

For this phenomenon, Wang Xiaoming is also happy to see it happen. After all, he doesn't like the feeling of being focused on himself. He is like a nocturnal epiphyllum in the dead of night, only blooming in silence, like this in front of everyone. Cooking, for him, is a matter of patience and annoyance.

"It's strange how Shoko Kasuki holds a kitchen knife..."

"Well, it's weird, this way of holding it crosswise..."

The guests were talking a lot, and Yang Ming couldn't help but chat a few words here, Erina frowned, "This kind of posture..."

At the focal length of the line of sight, the middle finger, little finger and ring finger of the left hand of the girl wearing a baseball cap hold the third part of the kitchen knife, while the tiger's mouth is close to the blade, and the knees are slightly bent like a cheetah ready to go Her standing posture made her body exude some kind of high-spirited aura, and when she swung the knife, it seemed to be slow, but in fact it was hurried and fast.

"Could it be some kind of secret swordsmanship?" Yang Ming squeezed his chin, leaned forward, and tasted it carefully.

"That's clearly the stance of tennis..." Erina glanced at Yang Ming angrily, "As far as I know, Shoko Kasuki's uncle is Echizen Nanjiro, a well-known former tennis player in China."

Even though he has not been in the ranks of the top ten for a long time, the mastery of the past channels has given Erina a full understanding of Shoko Kasugai's information.

"Echizen Nanjiro? That's right." Yang Ming, who had heard a little about this, nodded, "Then why doesn't she play tennis and come here to learn how to cook?"

Even the way of holding a kitchen knife is exactly the same as holding a tennis racket. Presumably such a posture has already been imprinted in her bones, so why bother to come to Togetsu Academy to be a sixteen hero?

"I'm not sure about this... But I've heard it before, it seems that she played five games with her cousin who had been learning tennis for a few years, and then she gave up tennis without winning a game... …”

"How miserable..." Yang Ming nodded sympathetically.

It must be an unforgettable experience to be beaten all over by a child a few years younger than me looking for teeth.

"However, she seems to be planning to become the exclusive chef of the Toyoung Tennis National Team in the future." Erina continued.

"Does the curve save the country?" Yang Ming twitched the corners of his mouth and sighed, "I'm really worried that her cousin will be given laxatives by her when she joins the national team."

"No way?"

"Huh?" Erina seemed to smell a subtle smell. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Yang Ming, "Have you ever done something similar?"

"Ahahaha, how could it be..." Yang Ming snorted, trying to fool him.

"You really did it!" Erina exclaimed in surprise.

"How is that possible!" Yang Ming argued, "Am I that kind of person!"

Erina nodded vigorously, this operation is almost no different from the first round of the werewolf killing the wolves.

"Alright, alright, let's watch Shiji, watch Shiji..." Yang Ming turned Erina's attention to the kitchen.

"Okay, okay, Wang Xiaoming seems to be finished."

"It's the same with Shoko Kasumigi."

"Oh? Are the two of them ready to cook?" Erina hurriedly looked over, "Where, where?"

And as far as she could see, Shoko Kasuki was putting the spoon into the dish, just like a warrior who returned to the battlefield with his sword and sheathed triumphantly.

"Come on, boss!"

"Ah ah ah Boss is the best!"

"Kill that arrogant black-haired boy!"

Beside him, the screams of the staff of the Sicilian restaurant fell in the ears of Yang Ming and the others, but it was just a stone falling into the deep pool, and not even the slightest ripples appeared. At first hearing this, he would be annoyed, but after listening to it. If you have more, you will be able to face it calmly, and even want to ridicule them for going back and forth with such a few words, which is simply uncreative.

"These guys... are they shouting cheers so hard to avoid being fired by the boss?" Yang Ming complained in his heart.

"How's Wang Xiaoming's cooking skills?" Erina suddenly asked.

Miss Erina's problems have always been unreasonable. She has a lot of opinions about Wang Xiaoming, who was born in poverty, and doesn't know much about it. Now they have entrusted Wang Xiaoming to the first battle of their tour of the museum, which makes Erina a little worried.

"Hey?" Yang Ming rolled up his fingers and thought, "I don't know either."

"Huh?" Erina turned her head sharply to look at him, "Isn't he your apprentice?"

"Although he is my apprentice, this is his first show at Dongying," Yang Ming explained.

In a small county town in southern China, although Wang Xiaoming's restaurant has begun to make a splash, in Yang Ming's view, it is not dazzling, and the most impressive impression left to people is probably the success of the restaurant's operation.

But today, the name is destined to shine.

"Then, get ready to try it now!"

Wang Xiaoming brought his food to the living room and brought it to the guests.

"Please **** dish - smoked mackerel!" The black-haired boy bowed slightly, with a hint of expectation hidden in his eyes.

Smoked mackerel has neither a gorgeous prefix nor a special name. Mackerel is mackerel, and smoked is smoked. Just like Wang Xiaoming himself, even the name of this dish is so unpretentious.

"Oh, it's a smoked dish..." The guests nodded slightly.

"It's not bad to have mackerel with smoke."

"This scent..."

A female guest ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ moved the tip of her small nose and said happily, "It's really reassuring."

Most of the things in the world are mixed together, iron is quenched and magazines are steel, fruit wood is burned into ashes, and the wafting smoke adheres to the surface of the blue and white fish, making it appear as bright golden yellow like rough jade. The rich aroma that gradually spread in the air hits the sight and smell without modification.

"Then, let's start!"

As the guests at the table said this, they moved their knives and forks under the eyes of all the people.

"Well...the heat is well controlled."

The mackerel, which was wrapped in tinfoil before, like sleeping in a furnace, has long been awakened by Wang Xiaoming for its deliciousness. At this moment, it is showing its own charm to them.

The fish body between the lips and teeth seems to be soft, but in fact it is tight, and you can even feel the strength of the fish's flesh to resist the pressure without succumbing to the pressure, but the plump fish fat is revealed like this. The Bungo Strait, where it meets the currents of the Pacific Ocean, can give mankind the most delicious gift.

"This smoky technique..."

Even though the taste of the dishes varies from person to person, the chefs can still be distinguished from each other. The criterion for this judgment lies in the chef's control over the whole dish.

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