62: Chapter 62: Big Blast Fried Pork 62: Chapter 62: Big Blast Fried Pork “Are you really going to taste it?”
Xia Yu turned around in surprise.
This dish he had just started making was at a level of 60 to 70 points, rely the level of an average student at Far Moon.
It probably wouldn’t impress discerning gourts.
Shinohara Shigetaro led a monk and a female investigator into the kitchen.
“Does this dish have a na?” Shinohara Shigetaro asked with interest.
“Yes, Big Blast Fried Pork, it’s Shuchuan cuisine.”
“Big Blast Fried Pork?”
Rembering Xia Yu cooking over the flaming pot earlier, with fire serpents dancing wildly, Shinohara Shigetaro smiled and said, “On the surface, the stove was only on a low fla, not enough for a big explosive burn.
But in reality, the intensely heated red pot is the key to this dish.
The big blast is hidden in the low fla.
Even with a small fla, heating it to its maximum limit can create the Bursting Fla effect!”
He hadn’t tasted it yet but had already discovered the dish’s secret.
The monk, wearing his garb, spoke in a deep voice, “The pork is first boiled in clear water to 80% doneness, and then after slicing, a quick stir-fry achieves full doneness.”
“The key is still the skill in the explosive stir-fry!”
“Yes, to instantly evaporate the large amount of moisture released from the vegetables, overwhelming firepower is indispensable!” Shinohara Shigetaro exclaid.
“Is the heat distributed evenly?”
“And the ti for stir-frying!”
“These two basic aspects of heat control are difficult to master!” Liangzi Lina spoke up, making a rare cold assessnt.
“The stronger the firepower, the more careful you must be about even heating and stir-frying ti.
A slight misstep, and a few slices of pork beco excessively heated and charred, or the vegetables after their moisture evaporates, if not removed from the pot promptly, not only will the color beco dull but the smooth and refreshing texture will also be ruined…
In this case, the dish would be considered a failure!”
Xia Yu shrugged.
These few people had said everything; the secret to this “Big Blast Fried Pork” lay in the control of heat!
“Big Blast Fried Pork” originated from the original work “Cooking Master Boy.”
On the Yangtze River, Little Master faced off against one of the Five Tiger Stars of the Dark Cuisine World, the “Blast Fla Chef” Ya Kan, using two fla dishes to barely match Ya Kan’s “Heavenly Hero Grilled Bluefish.”
One of those fla dishes was “Big Blast Fried Pork.”
Of course, Xia Yu was just trying to recreate the recipe from mory, and it seed the result wasn’t too bad.
Using the flamboyant heat skill of the “Blast Fla Chef” Ya Kan to cook Little Master’s dish seed a bit like dark humor.
Xia Yu didn’t know if through innovation and effort he could make this “Big Blast Fried Pork” surpass the original work.
He planned to try and see if it was possible to buy the recipe and add a killer move.
“Let’s try it first…”
Fetching chopsticks, a few people crowded into the narrow kitchen, each with a pair of chopsticks.
Later, Hozoi Midori also squeezed in to act as a tester for the new dish.
Xia Yu was the first to pick up a piece of fried pork and put it into his mouth, then closed his eyes and savored it carefully.
Mmm!
The second tester was Shinohara Shigetaro.
The fragrant, oil-glossy pork had barely entered his mouth when his eyes widened, crack, and his hand involuntarily exerted force, snapping the chopsticks in response.
“It’s like there’s a fla dancing on the tip of my tongue!” He swallowed the piece of pork in one gulp, his tongue swirling in his mouth, saliva secreting rapidly, and he couldn’t help reaching for a second piece with his chopsticks, “What’s this feeling?
The taste is quite ordinary, but it’s delicious.
It’s as if the fla has beco a seasoning, elevating the dish!”
The monk also ate with oil dripping from his mouth.
It was common for monks in Neon to drink, eat at, and marry.
“Yes, the taste of the fla!”
With his mouth full of fried pork and his cheeks bulging, the monk couldn’t help but stretch his neck to chew, exhaling a breath of hot air.
Shock and realization filled his eyes, “It’s like there’s a volcano in my mouth…”
As he spoke, he felt the heat and involuntarily loosened his monk collar, his skin already covered in fine sweat.
Liangzi Lina ate silently, starting with one piece of pork, then a second, a third.
“Is this the essence of the fla?”
Hozoi Midori leaned one hand against the kitchen counter, the other tremblingly holding chopsticks, her legs clamped together tightly, her pretty face flushed, her eyes dazed, giving the impression of being drunk.
Even her voice had turned soft, like a cute girl, no longer in her normal tough girl state.
Shaking his head, putting down the chopsticks, Xia Yu rested his chin in thought.
It still wasn’t enough, just a semi-finished product!
The dish had nearly perfect knife skills, with the pork slices uniform in size and shape, and the knife skills of other ingredients—Qingjiang vegetables, cabbage, and even green peppers—were impeccable.
But why wasn’t the score higher?
This ant that besides knife skills, there were many problems elsewhere.
The key was his use of the “Bursting Fla” technique was still very immature, like a novice driver on the road.
Thinking of this, Xia Yu felt the urge to close up shop, lie down on his bed, and enter the Chef God Space for intense practice.
The remaining 500-so Fa Points were enough for him to undergo so devilish training.
…
At midnight, the old shopping street was deserted, silent outside.
Shinohara Shigetaro led the monk and Liangzi Lina out of the small shop.
“Let’s head back.”
Patting his slightly rounded stomach after enjoying several delicious dishes tonight, Shinohara Shigetaro was fully satisfied.
Walking towards the edge of the district, the monk couldn’t help but ask, “Minister, did you already know about this restaurant?”
“Of course!”
Shinohara Shigetaro glanced at him, smiled, “That boy just took over the shop for less than half a month, and before that, the owner and chef of the shop was an elder in the culinary world with the surna Xia.”
An elder in the culinary world with the surna Xia?
The monk was visibly shaken and stamred, “You an Mr.
Xia Qing?”
“Shh!” Shinohara Shigetaro raised a finger, eyes smiling, “You know, but don’t spread it around.
That boy is Mr.
Xia Qing’s grandson.
I wouldn’t want him targeted by the Dark Chefs.
After all, Mr.
Xia Qing specifically asked to take good care of his grandson before he left.”
Their car was parked outside the shopping street.
The three got in, with the monk in the driver’s seat and Liangzi Lina in the passenger seat.
Shinohara Shigetaro sat in the backseat, looking back at the street disappearing into the night.
After a mont of thought, he took out his phone and dialed a subordinate’s number.
Ring, ring, ring…
After several calls, a weary voice complained, “Minister, it’s three o’clock.
Please, at three in the morning, you can’t work your staff like this!”
“Help check so information,” Shinohara Shigetaro said regardless, “regarding ‘glowing dishes.'”
“Glowing dishes?”
The voice on the other end snickered, “Minister, are you sleepwalking?
How can dishes glow?
If they do, that’s magic, not culinary arts!”
“Just investigate, you can ask the research institute at the Chinese branch for help.
Focus on the ti fra between 1850 and 1950.”
“But Minister, there are missing records in the culinary world during that period, especially on the Chinese Continent.
After brutal dynastic wars, many culinary arts were lost…”
“Precisely because of the gap, I want you to investigate!”
Click.
Hanging up the phone, Shinohara Shigetaro exhaled, recalled the glowing dish he had eaten earlier, and murmured, “If ‘glowing’ is a culinary skill, then during the glorious era of chefs a century ago, surely there must be records of it!”
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