That’s right, Xia Yan’s recipe is ‘Teppanyaki’.

His considerations are based on the temperature and the advanced "fire and earth stove". If he was a little hesitant before, then after he pointed out the second advanced "one pot", the eagerness in his heart made him unable to control himself.

The Yukihide and his son who gave up their own kitchen did not know that when Xia Yan just adjusted the valve and continued to heat a pot of "seedle oil", he was shocked by the first experience of "one pot".

It’s like this pot is a common cooking utensil in the kitchen you dominate. I have used it countless times after using it.

A sense of familiarity filled with the heart...

No wonder the system data is described like this:

Any pot is a common pot for everyday use.

The focus is on "general" and "daily"!

The food and cuisine culture has developed to the modern times, and too many categories of cooking utensils like pots have been derived.

Xia Yan is currently specializing in Chinese Sichuan cuisine, so he is naturally the most familiar with Chinese iron pots, but Western-style frying pans can also be used, but if it is a more unpopular pot, he will be confused.

"Oil temperature, 186 degrees."

It is not a system prompt, but a thought that naturally arises in the mind.

Just like a master who specializes in fried dishes such as tempura for more than ten or twenty years, he does not need any technical temperature measurement instruments to assist. He just relies on experience and feeling to grasp the temperature range that is accurate to every degree Celsius!

horrible.

Without outsiders knowing it, Xia Yan secretly swallowed his saliva and did not forget to turn his eyes to the second pot. He just put the "cast iron pan" handed over by Shinma Yukihiro on the stove.

“Wait…”

Listening to the oil start to boil, Xia Yan was not anxious and thought, 50% or 60% hot was the best time.

Seize the opportunity to stir-fry ginger, garlic, chili and meat, and the treatment is absolutely perfect.

"The oil is 50% or 60% hot, which is a range of 110 degrees to 170 degrees."

His eyes were staring at the grease that suddenly flipped in the pot. Xia Yan said intimately that it was at this time. He quickly threw the cut ingredients into the pan, except for the tofu that had just been picked up from the oil pan.

"boom"

In an instant, I completed a magical cooking.

The fragrance is everywhere!

Listening to the sound of Yukihei and his son talking about his recipes behind him, the volume was getting more and more uncontrollable. Even the slaughter next to me, I couldn't help but stop and stare at him in a daze.

At the direction of the bar, a group of old customers smelled the strong fragrance that was coming to their faces and were immediately fascinated.

Xia Yan's mind was clear and the rhythm was very tight. Each process seemed to be orderly in the eyes of Yukihira and his son. He then poured the fried Yuzi tofu.

After a few minutes, chop the chopped green onion a few times and sprinkle it on the cooking of a cast iron pan.

I simply didn’t have to put the plate on it, so I brought the whole pot to the bar.

The guests all moved closer to the bar, and their eyes looked extremely fierce. The joyful and relaxed atmosphere of the daily father-son game suddenly became full of the tension and heat of the delicacies from heaven that they wanted to divide and snatch.

Yukihei Tsuma was completely stunned.

Yao Dad said slowly from the side: "Chuangzhen, have you noticed what he added at the end?"

"A little salt and soy sauce."

"Probably... and the soup?" Yukihei Tsuma was a little confused. He was dazed and a little dazed just now. He vaguely remembered the scene where Xia Yan scooped a spoonful of soup and poured it onto a cast iron pan.

“Yes, broth!”

"But look, where did the broth go?"

Looking at my father pointing at the bottom of the pot, a layer of grease that was still making a sound of "wavy", but there was no trace of chicken bone broth in the store.

Yukihei Tsuma lost his voice: "It disappeared, it disappeared!"

But Ichiro Yukihiro shook his head, his eyes were a little deep, and Xia Yan, who served the pot at the bar, raised his thumb and said, "You made me sigh that 'The heat is a legend'."

Many, this guy didn't say it.

You know, this is a giant original work that left Yuanyue in the name of "Shura" and has been a wandering foodie all over the world for a long time. Its personality is comparable to Gin Dojima, and it is ahead of the big position compared to Nakiri Thistle.

This cliché made him sigh at the "legendary fire" again, which shows that Ichiro Yukihiro was quite shocked in his heart.

The key is...

I saw it from a long-distance student.

"Scary." Yukihei Ichiro shook his head and glanced at Yukihei Tsuma who was still in a daze next to him. Suddenly, he felt that it was not a wise decision to send him to Yuanyue High School as a transfer student when his son finished his junior year.

However, when thinking about Yuanyue, such a "monster" is only single digits, and if we only talk about the temperature, this person may still be on the throne.

Thinking of this, Ichiro Yukihiro was no longer so worried, and a smile appeared on his face.

“Please taste”

Xia Yan said, but ignored Yukihide and his son, stood at the bar and checked the task information.

The freshly baked "Teppanyaki Tofu" was overcooked for less than a minute. The pot was full of steam. Not only was the tofu itself fried golden and crispy, but after the cast iron pot was cooked for the second time, it was mixed with the meat, ginger, green onion and pepper.

Therefore, the teppanyaki presented to the eyes of Yukihei and his son was so seducing their appetite.

"Let's see, you will know where the 'soup' has gone." Yukihei Ichiro took the initiative to hand over the chopsticks to his son, and he also held a pair of them in his hand.

later.

Jiu Wu Shouji completely ignored the game between me and Yukihei Tsubasa. He cut the "Taozi Tofu" he simply didn't fry it in the pan. He took a pair of chopsticks and stood up, staring at him with a faint look.

"Hiss, hess, so hot!"

Kohei Tsuma opened his mouth and swallowed a fried tofu.

The first feeling is that it is hot.

Then, the stir-fried ginger, garlic and pepper release the aroma.

Click!

A bite into the teeth.

The crispy tofu shell cracks in response to the sound.

“It’s so tender inside…”

The fried shell is just a thin layer and it will completely break after squeezing the teeth.

As a result, the tongue was gently stirred, and a stream of crumbs broke through the cage and wandered freely in the mouth.

It was like eating a hot jelly. The key was that the taste of the "jelly" was so amazing. In addition to the eggs and plant-rich aroma of the Tamakoto tofu itself, Yukihei Tsuma had another incredible fresh and rich taste. "It turns out... the chicken bone broth was absorbed! So thick!"

However, the "disappearing broth" does not shock Yukihei Shin.

What made him secretly say was wonderful.

After two heat processes, the fried and cooked Yuzi tofu, except for the crispy shell that was fried to the right size, the inside clearly maintained the original appearance of the ingredients.

The taste and taste of "Yuzi Tofu" is perfectly preserved!

Even the "Yuzi Tofu" that is savory and ginger, green leaves such as ginger, green onions, garlic, peppers, and meat foam is so high that it is so high that it is unknown.

Yoshihiro Ichiro next to him had a serious expression and specially put a tinpanyaki tako tofu on a white dish.

The chopsticks used a little more force, and with a "puff", the fried golden shell was broken.

The inner layer of tofu has been unveiled.

White and crystal clear!

It has a faint luster moisturized by the broth, and it seems more delicate and delicate than the base plate!

The guests let out a scream of exclamation.

Kohei Tsuma, who had just swallowed a grain of tofu, witnessed this scene and suddenly realized what kind of shocking mood and truth and meaning of my father's words of praise "The temperature is a legend".

turn out to be.

Just the temperature is really incredible!

I couldn't help but think of what my father said to him before: "Fried food, 70% depends on the oil temperature."

Isn't oil temperature the heat?

There is no doubt.

What is scary and terrifying is that this "teppanyaki Japanese tofu" is even perfected by the two heat links of frying and cooking.

"This person is very powerful!"
Chapter completed!