"That, Xia Yanjun, I'm actually hungry, too."

The names have changed.

From a more formal and distance-sense "Sang" to a "jun".

The latter is a name that seems close to peers.

Xia Yan really wanted to roll his eyes.

Yisehui spread her hands: "Because there are not enough ingredients, we should give priority to entertaining you, Xia Yanjun. As the host, we should consider the first thing that the guests should do."

"so what?"

"Well, there are still some ingredients left in the cooking room, but they are very thin and can't make a big meal..."

After saying something, he didn't even give Xia Yan any room to refuse.

This guy.

No wonder everyone says he has the attribute of being black-hearted.

"Aren't you just taking the opportunity to try my cooking skills?" Xia Yan smelled the smell.

Yisehui's true cooking skills are always vague in the original work, and "Sakura Tempura" is just the tip of the iceberg.

You know, he is a member of the top ten a year later, and he is far more than the strength of the seventh seat. It is not impossible to challenge and defeat the third-grade students in the previous few seats.

Then, just use that recipe and throw a "smoke bomb" to him.

So Xia Yan said cheerfully: "I'm full, so I'll go to the kitchen to entertain Yisejun this time."

"I'll look for any ingredients..."

After a while, Xia Yan found a few green peppers, a box of unopened meat, and a small bag of broth that was refrigerated for later use.

"Meat, green pepper?" Yisehui said with a whisper and said in disappointment, "Green pepper shredded pork is too ordinary!"

"But the recipe I want to make is missing a very important ingredients..."

"What?"

"Permacoin, very ripe, very quickly rots."

Yisehui:???

After pondering for a long time, Yisehui blinked at Xia Yan, and suddenly became full of energy and made a gesture: "Shh! Maybe I can find persimmons in another cooking room."

He slipped out and tiptoed back soon: "Good luck! This is a persimmon produced in Kumamoto Prefecture."

"Uh, don't look at me with strange eyes. This is taken from the next restaurant, not stealing. The owner of the restaurant is a childhood sweetheart. Although my relationship with her is a bit subtle, it's still okay to borrow a few persimmons and use them."

Hiro Ishi said: "Anyway, these have nothing to do with the cuisine. She has received authentic tea ceremony and kaiseki cuisine education since she was a child. Well, I happened to know the recipe she was studying recently, a kaiseki appetizer that must be used for persimmons. It is based on persimmons from Kumamoto Prefecture, mixed with branch beans and tofu sauce..."

Xia Yan waved his hand and interrupted: "Don't explain, that young man named Ningning of Jizhiguo."

Yisehui suddenly exclaimed, "How do you know?!"

"Stop talking nonsense, bring the persimmon!"

Xia Yan pinched the persimmon Yisehui placed on the table. It was really ripe. It felt soft when it felt like it was broken.

"At the same time, is the classic Chinese dish of 'green pepper shredded pork' useful for persimmons?" Yise Hui saw Xia Yan clean her hands, then wash the persimmons, and then throw them all into a conditioning basin.

"Che"

He used a little force on his hand, and the persimmons that were ripe and almost broken were squeezed into mud.

Smelling the increasingly sweet smell in the air, Yisehui's doubts increased instead of reducing: "This sweet smell is too strong!"

For some reason, I thought of the scene of picking up chopsticks, mud persimmons, shredded meat, and green peppers in my mouth, sucking and wet.

Yise Hui shuddered.

Holding grass.

Is this a dark dish?

In fact, Xia Yan made the first dish of "Permaceutical Green Pepper Shredded Pork".

After learning this two-star recipe obtained by opening a treasure chest, even if you know all the recipes clearly in your mind, "knowing" and "action" cannot be equated with it. It is like cloud audiences, keyboard warriors, saying and watching are always easier than doing it yourself.

While pinching persimmons, you can sort out information about the recipe in your mind.

After all, the most prominent feature of "Permaceutical Green Pepper Shredded Pork" is nothing more than the word "creative".

The recipe itself is not complicated, and one or two more steps are added to the ‘green pepper shredded pork’.

The process, to summarize Xia Yan, is two parts.

First, boil the persimmon sauce.

The rotten persimmon paste should be made into a dense paste as much as possible. Another important point is that you should not add sugar when cooking the sauce.

The second is the shredded green pepper.

There is nothing worth mentioning in this part, it depends on the chef's mastery of these popular classic recipes.

"Huh!"

Yisehui discovered that Xia Yan threw the rotten persimmon paste into the juicer, turned on the machine, and got a very large bowl of thick persimmon paste. Then, the thick paste was mixed with the sauce in the wok.

"So did you use persimmons to cook the sauce?" Yisehui suddenly realized.

The sauce is cooked in one pot, and the cooking needs to be cooked in another pot.

Waiting.

Throw the chopped and marinated shredded meat into a wok first.

Soon, the extremely familiar "green pepper shredded pork" cooking process of Yisehui. When the shredded pork is cooked to a certain degree, pour out all the meat first, add oil and then stir-fry the ginger and green onion, and then stir-fry the second time. The half-cooked shredded pork and unfired green pepper flakes must be put into the pot.

But the familiar link made Yisehui exclaim again: "It's so messy"

"Xia Yanjun, there is a strange smell!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Yan was still unmoved, the stove firepower did not weaken, and the frequency of stir-frying still seemed stable.

A few minutes later.

"Calve the juice and thicken it!"

Mix a bowl of thickened substances and slowly pour it into the pot. At the same time, the spatula is also pounding the dishes in circles. This process is very short. After Xia Yan finished it, he put it in a clean plate so that the dishes do not stay in the hot pot for an extra second.

After untiing his apron, Xia Yan handed out the plate: "Please taste it."

Guru~

Yisehui had long sat on the small dining table in the cooking room, her eyes staring at the hot dishes on the plate.

Thickening sauce, mainly made of rotten persimmons, covered the entire plate, so the eyes were swept away, the shredded meat, and the green pepper flakes were stained with the orange-red color of the persimmon.

I couldn't wait to pick up a ball.

"ah?!"

The eyes of Yise wisdom are shining.

I thought it was a pseudo-dark dish with a high sweetness, but who knew that the sweetness was just right, and the slightly spicy green peppers were good to neutralize the excess sweetness. After eating it in one bite, only the only thing left...

crisp!

Tender!

Second mouth, third mouth.

As he ate, Yisehui's expression became more and more wrong. Sweat came out from her forehead and blush began to crawl from her neck to her face.

"Is this the spring in your heart, Xia Yanjun~" he murmured.

On a sunny spring day, the persimmon trees have just bloomed. Standing under the shade of the tree, smelling the fragrance of persimmon flowers, looking at the small house more than ten meters away, wisps of smoke from the tall chimney.

Fruit trees, farmland, people, smoke from cooking.

For some reason, the smell of smoke and firewood that is obviously very pungent and dry, makes all the scenery and pictures seen by the eyes become extremely vivid and real.

"this……"

Yisehui murmured in shock: "It's more real than the life of spring given by my 'Guanshan Cherry Blossoms'!"

If his "Cherry Blossom Tempura" is the beauty of freehand artistic conception, then this "persimmon green pepper shredded meat" is a very straightforward and fine brushwork.

Bang.

Cracked clothes.

"Stop!" Seeing Yisehui put down her chopsticks and was about to rush up, Xia Yan refused strongly.

"Xia Yanjun, the taste of firewood you gave to the dishes...is great!" Yisehui smiled gently and turned to the locker room. Xia Yan thought he was going to change into a uniform, but who knew that he would run out after wearing a fruit apron.

The exposed arms were sweating faintly.

Judging from the healthy wheat-colored skin, this guy deserves to wear only a crotch to do farm work every morning and has a good body.

Yisehui wiped the sweat beads on her forehead and exhaled: "It's like I'm going to farm in the morning."
To be continued...