"close"

"fold"

This set of words summarizes Xia Yan's treatment of face embryos.

The dough was painted with "red paint" and wrapped around it layer by layer. The final shape was exactly the same as the dough at the beginning. Xia Yan put down his long knife, grabbed the rolling pin again, and gently rolled out some pits and non-smooth places.

The steamer does not need to be specially sent from the warehouse or Yuanyue Logistics Department, and there are always some in Nakiri's kitchen.

However, it seemed that the spicy content was not enough. When everyone saw Xia Yan put the dough on the steamer, they once again painted a layer of "red paint" on the surface of the dough.

"Okay, wait for the second waking up, it will take about 20 minutes before you can steam it." Xia Yan washed his hands, turned around and said to everyone,

“…”

At this time, several ventilation and exhaust equipment were fully turned on, and the kitchen air was refreshed and not so choking.

Nakiri Sessaemon suddenly said, "There is no need to go back to the guite. Let's continue the dinner for the family dinner here. Erina, where is the clear soup I asked you to prepare before? It can be served."

call.

Erina Nakiri took off her mask and said, "The soup is cooked, but it is integrated into the 'one juice and three things' of simple tea Kaiseki."

"Then come forward together."

The dining table in Nakiri's kitchen was not crowded even though it was sitting for seven or eight people. Nakiri had known about the content of Nakiri's "one juice and three things", so he was not very curious and sat down quietly.

Without servants to destroy the atmosphere, Erina Nakiri was the little maid responsible for distributing food. She had just gone to get a towel to wipe her sweat and wash her face. Her face was not dry yet, and she had a pretty and cute blush. She brought sets of tea Kaiseki to everyone.

Everyone took the soup first.

Yisehui found that the warm miso soup was like a rain of revival swept her mouth, then picked up the boiled tofu in the bowl and chewed it slowly.

Previously, the memory of the tongue.

Gradually, gradually fade away.

"The appetite has recovered." Gin Dojima exhaled and lowered the bowl.

He also put down his chopsticks and no longer looked at the other salt-grilled mackerel and chowder-cooked food. Instead, he looked at Xia Yan, who was closed and resting: "Why do you still need to steam your 'flour'?"

Jiuyao Saki chewed the grilled mackerel expressionlessly: "Yes, he had asked about the electric grilled carpet before, but I don't believe that he changed his mind temporarily."

"Did you suddenly turn from pancakes to steamed cakes like steamed buns and buns?"

Nakiri Nakiri was suspicious.

Hearing that a group of people slid their politeness at the dining table, they were talking about his cooking while eating, and closed their eyes to examine Xia Yan in his eyes and expressed speechlessness.

Fortunately, the 'Demon King of Food' Nakiri Sensaemon just ate quietly and didn't express his opinion.

This old guy also has the Gin Dojima who deliberately caused the topic.

One is more sophisticated than another.

He didn't believe these two people, and didn't know the purpose of steaming the noodles first.

It's just that the "face embryo" is too thick.

What a big lump.

If you don’t put the steamer first and cook it thoroughly with steam, just flatten the pancakes or scones. How strong does it take? It’s not impossible to flatten the pancakes directly with your teeth, but it consumes too much energy and wastes time.

The second wake-up period ends after 20 minutes.

It took another about a quarter of an hour to steam the dough.

Then, it’s the pancake link!

“Wait…”

The dough is very straightforward and is placed in a black and golden cast iron pan with a layer of grease.

To everyone's surprise.

There is no electric cake crotch, just a cast iron pan.

Xia Yan's pancakes are simple, without any fancy flying cake skills.

It is to heat it to a certain temperature node on one side, and then use a shovel to flip it to the other side.

However, they all found that Xia Yan looked solemn.

It's not like being perfunctory at all.

Erina Nakiri was probably the one who was the most meticulous and serious in her observation, and she was calculating what she was silently calculating: "At the beginning, it turned around every two minutes, but now it turned every 30 seconds. Is it because the temperature of the inner wall of the pan increased rapidly?"

Soon, ten minutes passed.

"It's OK!"

""One pot" is widely used and so terrifying."

"The temperature on each side is controlled at 160 degrees. The medium heat has been baked until now. Time has been used to the extreme. Bake it for a while and the crispy texture will become dry and hard..."

Click!

Xia Yan turned off the heat, held the pan slightly tilted, and a large piece of dough fell on a large ceramic plate prepared in advance.

Everyone looked at the bright red dough served on the table.

"This color is a bit scary." Gindoshima's mouth twitched.

Isn't that the surface of the dough is evenly colored, and there are no burnt yellow pieces that are too dark or too thick. When you glance at me, you thought it was the exquisite pastry on the product stand of a certain baking house. The crispy taste is almost filled with air...

"Gulu~" I don't know who swallowed quietly.

I don’t know if it was scared by the hot red appearance or my appetite was gone.

Seeing Xia Yan turn around and take a long narrow knife, he acted to cut the dough.

"Leave it to me Xia Yanjun!" Yisehui stood up.

But Gin Dojima took a step forward, quietly taking a blade of the same style from another kitchen counter and another knife holder, and his smile showed an inexplicable sense of danger: "Ise-sex-jun..."

Yisehui's face froze, and she smiled and stepped back: "Senior Dojima, come."

Gin Dojima nodded with satisfaction and his smile returned to refresh.

A "swish" sound was taken off.

Cross cut.

Finally, the dough was cut into dough cakes.

Dojima silver knife stroked, and one of the dough cakes separated from the main body. The kitchen was silent in an instant. Everyone was stunned, and their eyes were sucked by the side of the dough cakes.

pretty!

Layer after layer of red cake slices, stacked delicately together.

Between each layer, there are "red fillings" composed of pickled vegetables, beef paste and bean paste.

"It's a thousand-layer cake."

"To be precise, it's a spicy thousand-layer cake." Xia Yan opened his mouth slightly.

Hot, spicy.

The key is that the inner layer is not baked very dry, and the filling is wet with a little water vapor, so the interlayer is flashing in the eyes of everyone, and the color and taste are quite seducing appetite.

However, the spicy taste was like a tornado, making people numb their scalp. Everyone stared at it but didn't dare to take action. The scene froze for a moment.

"I want to eat, I'm afraid!"

Jiuwo Zhaoji was the first to be a warrior. He was originally a Sichuan cuisine powerhouse and was very good at creating spicy and numb flavors. He thought that his resistance was the strongest man present except Xia Yan.

He took one of the thousand-layer cakes in his hand: "Then I'll start to do it first."

Bite it down with a big mouth.

Suddenly, layer after layer, first the teeth, then the tongue and mouth, were all immersed in the beautiful taste of broken and progressing layers.

The first layer is barely spicy.

I have long commented on Ji.

The second floor...

Well, it's OK, my tongue feels a little bit.

The third floor, the fourth floor, the fifth floor...

"boom"

Jiuwu Zhaoji was shocked all over, and he felt that he had arrived in the underground world in an instant. Magma erupted in front of him, and layers of hot and hot breath surrounded him, "I feel like I am..."

"It's all burning!" he murmured.

Gin Dojima and Sensaemon Nakiri are more concerned about the temperature details of the "thousand-layer cake".

"Through it! It penetrates!" Dojima stared at the side of the cake without turning his eyes.

"Silver, can you do it?"

Nakiri Sesaemon said: "When using a pancake, the heat must be uniform and penetrating, and the flame must be burned to every interlayer..."

Gin Dojima smiled bitterly and said, "General General, it's not just that. The flames burned to all corners without leaving any blind spots, which is not enough."

"It must be kept 'crunchy' and the dough must not lose too much moisture, otherwise it will turn into a dry and hard stone!"

As we chatted, both of them fell silent.

The eyes flashed.
Chapter completed!