Naruto: Big Foodie

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.

Even the lowest chefs are proficient in their skills, but they cannot express the deliciousness of the ingredients in their hands. The mediocre people can do this, but they cannot go further. Only the best among the chefs can rely on electric light. The delicate moment in the flint, control the temperature and seasoning, and sublimate the deliciousness of the food to a height that ordinary people cannot match.

If the taste in the mouth stops here, it is only that Wang Xiaoming has inspired the deliciousness of the mackerel itself, so it is naturally classified as a mid-stream, but the aroma that penetrates into the fish in the smoked fruit wood makes the whole dish. Towards higher dimensions.

The mackerel simmered by the tail fire of the fruit wood is oily and thick, but when it is lightly chewed, the mellow fragrance like clouds and mist accompanies the roasting of the fruit wood in the forest cabins. The aroma spreads out, as if you were intimately embracing the stove in a quaint wooden house when the winter snow covered the forest.

And in the stove, the fire of the wooden branches flickered, and the face that was put together in the drifting blue smoke belonged to the young man in front of him.

"It blends together very naturally. The natural aroma emanating from this dish is derived from the aroma of the forest and the ocean..." One of the guests nodded in agreement.

"That's it." The girl with the hair band on her head smiled slightly, took a swipe from the books next to her, and accurately picked the one she wanted, "The most itchy Chinese smoky dishes are Luting, a famous restaurant in Dongguan, one of the famous dishes is straw-smoked mackerel, you must have tasted this dish.”

What are you talking about?

Although Wang Xiaoming didn't understand it, it didn't prevent him from making a hum and pretending to have a deep look on his face.

"It is said that straw and mackerel are a unique combination of smoked dishes in Dongguan, but in this dish you made, the compatibility between the apple wood of Izu and the mackerel of Bungo Strait is so good. As I expected, such a combination must be difficult to complete in such a short period of time without a long-term control of smoked dishes and ingredients."

The girl nodded lightly, "It's a real first-class cuisine."

What is first-class cuisine?

Can you say something that I can understand?

Wang Xiaoming continued to be stunned, but it did not prevent him from continuing to listen quietly.

"It seems that the evaluation is not bad." Erina breathed a sigh of relief, and if she could describe it with such a word, the guests must have a good impression of this dish.

"But Wang Xiaoming's expression seems to be hesitant to say anything... What is he doing!"

In the end, Erina couldn't help but be a bit demanding of Wang Xiaoming's performance. As far as she felt, the hidden secrets of this dish didn't stop there.

"Just watch it quietly, don't you know?" Yang Ming expressed his confidence in this.

"Okay, is it my turn?" While the guests were still discussing this dish, Shoko Kasugai walked over impatiently, "Is it time to try my dish?"

"Then everyone, get ready to taste the next dishes." The girl among the guests was quite eager to try. After she said this, she looked up at the scene, but she couldn't help but shake her body slightly, "This is what?"

What appeared in front of the guests was a sphere that was as white and crystal clear as a night pearl, and the lustre that shimmered faintly through the light was extravagant, as if they were not contained in a bowl, but carefully laid out on a red brocade. the same in the wooden box.

"This is... fish balls?"

The voices of the guests were a little trembling, and it was hard to believe that such a level of perception.

"Of course." Shoko Fumu straightened the baseball cap on her head with her hand, and when Wang Xiaoming looked at her, she just got her eyes on it.

"You're still a long way off!"

In those eyes, it clearly revealed such a meaning.

"Right now, it's Shoko Hayashiki's dishes, so let's look forward to her dishes."

As a regular customer of the Sicilian restaurant, everyone's expectations for the cooking of Dimu Xiangzi are obviously higher, and it boils like an ant on a hot pot. Hearing Yang Ming frown, he digs his ears, and gently spit out two words: "Noisy!"

"Then, please give it a try."

Shoko Kasuki put down his hand slightly, his face was not much, but his tone was full of confidence, and he wanted to be very sure of his dishes.

"Okay, then let's start the evaluation."

A regular customer of a Sicilian restaurant nodded, picked up a spoon and scooped up a fish ball. The snow-white fish ball was about the size of a winter jujube, just enough to swallow it whole, and then the fresh taste spread wantonly in her slightly opened cherry mouth. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Well..."

After the first bite, a guest changed his face, and the next guest said the sentence he had not finished: "Good!"

The fish ball was like a rapidly spinning tennis ball. It fell suddenly after passing the block blocked by the teeth, and then quickly bounced on the tip of the tongue, crossing the sky with a tricky angle and a sharp arc, and it was about to break the defense line in a blink of an eye. .

Tender, smooth, bouncy, soft, all kinds of techniques and thoughts of a girl when chopping meat, all gather the tip of the knife and inject it like a slap, the tight and tough fish **** move at a speed of 200 kph. Penetrates the senses, masking the taste buds' ability to connect and think.

"Outspin serve... it's outspin serve!" the guest in the pure white suit said emotionally. He was quite accomplished in tennis. He could clearly feel it. This feeling is almost nothing like facing outspin serve on the tennis court. two.

"Humph!" Xiangzi Fumu smiled slightly, looking at the appearance of the guests, she felt that she had won the ticket, but when she turned her head to look at Wang Xiaoming, she found that the other party was still expressionless. Standing on the spot, he couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect you to be able to hold your breath!"

"Don't worry!" Wang Xiaoming glanced at Yang Ming subconsciously, and received the encouraging look in his eyes, so he said this confidently.

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