"Spicy sauce, pickled cabbage and beef puree..."

"Fill, get!"

Xia Yan was satisfied.

As for how to match and combine the two system specialties, the simplest thing is to just copy a plate of refried pork with pickled cabbage, so that the style of the dishes will not look very strange.

But the dishes Xia Yan is cooking are not complicated now.

After all, it's nothing more than daily pastry.

The filling is made, and the next step is to process the dough.

"How long will it take to wake up?" Xia Yan glanced at the long table and saw Erina Nakiri covering her two large conditioning basins with a layer of transparent plastic wrap. The dough placed in the basin to "wake up" through the thin film paper has expanded and increased, and the volume is two or three times the original.

"Wait for another 5 minutes." Erina Nakiri said, then couldn't help staring at him, "What are you going to do?"

Xia Yan said in a relaxed tone: "Use a rolling pin to roll it into dough."

Erina Nakiri: "…"

"I'm asking what snack you are going to do!" Her chest fluttered a few times.

Xia Yan faced the girl with a strong curiosity but a little embarrassed and annoyed eyes, and couldn't help laughing: "Bai."

"So, or 'Puff pastry'?"

Xia Yan shook his head.

Erina Nakiri felt that Naki Yan's expression was sincere, not like she was just perfunctory, her pretty face was full of suspicion, and she turned around and looked at the handsome Totsuki who was standing with her arms in her arms: "Then why did grandpa say that his recipe is 'aobacake'?"

Upon hearing this, a rare naughty smile appeared on the corner of Sesaemon Nakiri's mouth.

"Erina, you have to take apart the 'baked cake'."

"Puff pastry is puff pastry, and cake is a very widespread recipe without fixed shapes."

Erina Nakiri's eyebrows were furrowed.

Chinese cuisine can be said to have hit her cooking gap perfectly.

As a young lady born with a golden spoon in her mouth, the princess of the Nakiri family was fed many "elegant", "precious" and "exquisite" dishes by her parents for the reason of in-depth development of the [God's tongue].

These dishes include Western cuisine, traditional Chinese cuisine.

But there is no Chinese cuisine.

After all, the world background of "The Spirit of the Eater" is not much different from the original appearance of Blue Star. Western culture has long dominated the world, and Chinese food makes a sound to announce its positive image to the world, which is only a few years or ten years.

When I met Gin Dojima, I, Teruki and Shinto Hisako, had a certain sense of suddenness in my expressions about General Totsuki's "oil cake" that wanted to be separated.

They all seem to have read some recipe secrets.

Seeing this.

Erina Nakiri was so angry that she grinded her teeth: "I will never allow 'Chinese cuisine' to become my weakness. Before going to school, I want to ask Hisako to make up for the lessons!"

Xia Yan wished he could give the thumbs up to the handsome man.

Awesome.

He is worthy of being the "Demon King of Food" who lives like an old monster!

Crispy, Crispy cake.

A word difference is completely different.

In fact, it is not a difficult cooking philosophy. "Puff pastry" is nothing more than a kind of ingredient, semi-finished product.

In other words, if you want to be crispy and delicious and fragrant, "shrimp" is not only essential, but also taken seriously when making it.

And in fact.

Xia Yan's pastry is spicy and red oil, mixed with beef sauce butter.

There is no need for strange spices in ordinary pastry recipes, such as adding thirteen spices or barbecue powder. It is enough to have a full flavor of "beef sauce butter" as he wants. Adding other spices will make you look bloated and cumbersome.

One more spice is equivalent to one more uncontrollable flavor.

He didn't want his darkness to be so he was suppressed by other spices and was weakened in disguise.

The spicyness is squeezed.

Isn’t it equivalent to slashing the [dark index] by swinging the knife? Xia Yan is not that stupid.

After five minutes, wake up and finish.

Xia Yan can still do it. Considering that this step consumes more physical strength and requires high arm strength, Xia Yan didn't have the nerve to ask Erina Nakiri next to her to do it together. She rolled up her sleeves, grabbed the rolling pin and started working.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

Finally, two large pieces of white and delicate dough were rolled into a square dough, spread on the kitchen counter, with some flour scattered around it.

Then, Xia Yan held the oily bowl and carried a brush.

Erina Nakiri saw him like a painter, with a serious and focused expression, and repeatedly brushed it against a thin and even thick dough cake.

result.

It's like a wall, sprayed with red paint!

The brightness is very high, flashing.

At the same time, the pungent "paint smell" quickly filled the air and leaked out to the kitchen door that was not closed. From a distance, I heard the panic coughing of the servants of the Nakiri family. Then the sounds quickly moved away and faded.

Erina Nakiri: "???"

She had already figured out the scene of a group of servants jumping and escaping like frightened little rabbits.

I wore a mask because I was so spicy that I had difficulty breathing.

Now, Erina Nakiri felt suffocated again.

The air was heavier, and it almost stopped due to the sharp and thicker dark and spicy taste.

Vagistically.

The vision, which began to be blurred by sweat, seemed to be filled with red clouds.

The sometimes stretched and sometimes tightened clouds and mists were accompanied by a hint of "fire firewood". These odors fell into Erina Nakiri's sense of smell, allowing her to vaguely see a red lava river.

The magma is hot.

The roasted "fire firewood" is very scented.

"Abyss" Nakirina's eyes widened, and her smooth forehead was covered with sweat.

"Enough!"

She said with a depressed voice.

“Not enough, not enough.”

In the blurry field of view, the man was still on the opposite side of the cake and continued to apply "red oil". One layer was dried, and another layer was added.

At this time, Erina Nakiri's body trembled, feeling that in the red clouds that filled the kitchen, there was a terrifying shadow with a sheep's horns gradually became clear, and there was a strange feeling. The evil voice whispered in her ears, "It's really enough!"

"Click"

Dojima Gin turned on several switches of ventilation equipment.

Bang!!

When Natsu Yan was about to cut the long kitchen blade from the knife holder, he saw Erina Nakiri's hands pressing heavily on the kitchen counter and making a loud noise. He was one meter away, breathing heavily, sweating on his face, and his pupils were filled with deep fear of indescribable fear.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

When she found that the girl's legs were swaying, as if she needed support, Xia Yan held up the knife and walked over.

There was a flash of "swish".

The girl retreated quickly as if she was avoiding snakes and scorpions.

"Hold the grass?"

Xia Yan looked at the machete that was raised in his hand, "Okay, I'll put the knife down now."

but.

Thinking of Nakiri Nakiri's a brain-wrenching girl, [God's tongue] gave her great delusional power. Moreover, in a strict sense, this girl also has a mental illness. Who told her to be trained by her ghost father for a while when she was a child... Well, she was trained by her cooking.

Immediately, I ignored the girl who was breathing heavily and nervous.

"laugh"

Wave the long sword.

I saw Xia Yan cut both pieces of bread into grids.

But strangely, the knife edges were not penetrated, and the knife that was cut was at the center of the dough, and there was a small piece of white space left.

Immediately afterwards, the filling is distributed in a region and is stacked regularly on each cutting grid.

See here.

Jiuwo Zhaji woke up and said, "I understand!"

Everyone looked at him together. When I was about to reveal the secret, Nakiri Sensaemon suddenly interrupted: "Close"
Chapter completed!