68: Chapter 68: Dark Cuisine?
68: Chapter 68: Dark Cuisine?
Due to the lack of a recipe for “Big Blast Fried Pork,” Xia Yu wasn’t planning to follow the original recipe from the “Chef God.”
Using another glowing dish seed a bit like cheating.
The system’s task was for him to conquer Feng Zhizi, not to cook a dish for her to enjoy, so Xia Yu had already decided on a plan.
While putting this woman in her place, he would conquer her with food!
He was using the recipe for the Xia Family’s Fried Pork.
No Qingjiang Vegetable, no cabbage—green onions, garlic, ginger, Sichuan peppercorns, and traditional bean paste, and of course, sun-dried red chili peppers, were the only seasonings apart from the pork.
The kitchen entrance was bustling with a group of young custors peeking in, but Xia Yu remained focused, instructing Midori to gather the ingredients and beginning his preparations.
His mind was devoid of any thought of showing off; he took a trusty traditional Chinese chef’s knife from the knife rack.
With a series of sharp, crisp collisions on the chopping board, Xia Yu transford into a seasoned chef with rich combat experience.
With just a few deft slices, the green garlic was cut into uniform segnts.
Next ca peeling garlic and slicing ginger, both done with practiced ease.
If cutting green garlic didn’t demonstrate Xia Yu’s knife skills, then the pork shoulder, which was seventy percent cooked and ready to co out of the pot, was excellent for honing knife skills.
The crowd suddenly fell silent.
Xia Yu pulled out a completely white chef’s knife resembling an ice blade that was crystal clear, slender, sharp, and emitted a faint white mist.
Shattered Jade Knife!
This ti, Xia Yu planned to get serious, even bringing out his purple kitchen tools.
After many days of practice in the Chef God Space, he was intimately familiar with this knife.
Gripping the cool handle, he shifted from lazy to sharply focused.
“This knife…” Hozoi Midori’s pupils slightly contracted beside him.
It was her first ti seeing Xia Yu’s personal kitchen tool.
Feng Zhizi at the kitchen door also expressed her surprise.
“A ceramic knife?”
“No, there’s sothing different about it!”
Feng Zhizi raised an eyebrow, realizing she couldn’t discern the material of that knife, which suddenly filled her heart with a naless unease.
Next, Xia Yu’s performance made her quietly take a breath of cool air.
Under normal circumstances, slicing at requires more force than cutting vegetables; however, contrary to expectations, the peculiar chef’s knife seed to be perpetually suspended in mid-air while slicing the at, never making contact with the chopping board, and producing no sound of slicing at all, enveloping the kitchen in a sudden silence.
However, in just a minute or two, the pork shoulder was cut into evenly thick, identically sized pieces of pork, neatly laid out on the chopping board, as if carved by a machine.
Feng Zhizi was astonished internally.
Xia Yu’s quick knife work had already surpassed her threshold of understanding.
Such speed required not only ten years of refined knife skills but also a high-quality, non-stick sharp knife.
Click!
The sound of the gas stove valve being turned on was followed by a bluish fla imdiately rising under the pot.
Xia Yu appeared calm and composed, first letting the fla heat the wok, then adding a little oil, followed by ginger, green onions, garlic, Sichuan peppercorns, and dried red chili peppers, all sauteed in the hot oil.
The pungent aroma from the wok caused quite a few custors to pinch their noses.
Seizing the opportunity, Feng Zhizi gently laughed, “My taste is very mild; if your dish doesn’t satisfy , then I’m sorry, but the many custors here will likely be disappointed in your skills as a chef.”
Xia Yu didn’t glance sideways; only the dish was in his eyes at this mont.
When he cooked, he was wholly imrsed; otherwise, the beginner-level “Heart of Cooking” skill would be difficult to infuse into the dish.
Moreover, the “Heart of Cooking” was one of the key points he intended to use to put Feng Zhizi in her place.
In the original “Shokugeki,” for such an encroaching real estate developer, Xingping Chuangzhen was too accommodating, creating a signature dish for soone else to enjoy, which seed a bit masochistic in hindsight.
So Xia Yu slightly adjusted his mindset.
A chef should satisfy all custors’ appetites, but although Feng Zhizi was detestable, she was still a diner.
Purposefully making disgusting food would be lowering himself and harming his reputation, especially with so many people watching.
He planned to make it delicious, fully showcasing his culinary skills.
But while making it delicious, he also intended for Feng Zhizi to feel a taste of pain.
Therefore, Xia Yu wasn’t using the “Chef God” Fried Pork recipe but the traditional Shuchuan Re-fried Pork recipe.
After all, the original dish’s origin was Neon, and Neon people couldn’t handle spicy food.
For them, the definition of ‘dium spicy’ might align with the ‘mild spicy’ or ‘slightly spicy’ of the Chinese.
But the traditional recipe, Shuchuan’s intense spiciness, was truly spicy, leaving no room for doubt.
Most Neon people probably couldn’t handle this level of spiciness.
Therefore, whether Feng Zhizi would willingly eat a heavy-spice dish depended on Xia Yu’s skills, and he was full of confidence.
“Sizzle, sizzle…”
The translucent slices of at sizzled in the oil-filled wok.
Observing the edges of the at slightly curling, Xia Yu estimated that the ti was right.
He used a spatula to push the at to one side of the wok, making space.
“Midori, pass that bottle of sauce!” He extended his left hand backward.
At that mont, Hozoi Midori acted as his sous-chef and imdiately handed over the Shuchuan Bean Paste that Xia Yu previously selected from the cupboard.
Twisting open the cap, Xia Yu poured half the bottle of bean paste into the pot in front of astonished custors’ eyes.
The sauce mixed with the original juices at the bottom of the pot, creating a boiling red hue.
The red oil had been stir-fried!
Xia Yu slightly raised an eyebrow.
Wielding the spatula with his right hand, he thoroughly mixed the other side of the stir-fried pork with the fragrant red oil sauce.
After a while of stir-frying, he added a bit of soy sauce, and the pork changed to a glossy dark yellow.
“Green onions!” He extended his left hand again.
Midori handed over the diagonally sliced green onions on a small plate.
Sizzle.
The last ingredient was added to the wok.
Xia Yu continued to stir-fry without the slightest haste.
Not only did the onlookers, but also Midori and Feng Zhizi, observing from the side, find this cooking process deceptively simple.
Simple ingredients, simple cooking steps.
Even Reiko Lina outside looked on with a hint of disappointnt in her eyes, “Is this all there is to it?”
With her special chef’s perspective, she also thought this cooking session was too plain and unremarkable—from the slicing of the ingredients to the stir-frying, everything was chanical without anything comndable, and any chef with solid basic skills could do the sa.
She raised her right hand to glance at the recipe notes, planning to return to the teahouse and continue researching how to deal with the aftertaste of “Shuangjiang Tofu.”
But at that mont, the crowd suddenly let out a gasp of surprise.
“Boom”
Reiko Lina cast a sidelong glance at the kitchen, then her steps halted, her pupils slightly dilating in astonishnt.
Her side profile and eyes were vividly illuminated by a raging fla.
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