The beginning is only when you become a chef

Chapter 69: Semi-failed
"Hey, the dumplings burst?"

Xia An ordered fantasy ingredients, and two special chefs came to deliver the ingredients.

The commotion had already attracted the three female disciples to gather around the door of the open kitchen, ready to eat melons.

The first dumpling burst open, juice gushed out, and the aroma of meat and umami flavor formed a frenzy.

"Oh, just by smelling it, I know it's a top-notch dish. I wish it hadn't exploded." Alice pretended to be casual and wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth.

Nakiri Erina frowned and thought: "Is it because the dumpling wrappers are not tense enough?"

Hojo Miyoko shook her head: "We have all seen the master's pastry making skills in the past few days. He made thousands of dumplings, but only a few had flaws in the dough."

Erina frowned even more tightly:
"Then it seems to be a problem with the filling. After boiling, the filling expands, and the juice flows out, making the dumpling skin too tight."

In fact, Xia An also knew where the problem lay.

After testing the characteristics of pork pliers and red-haired pork, he predicted that there would be a high probability that there would be problems with the dumpling skin during the final double roasting process.

as predicted!

Xia An didn't panic. He paused for a moment and then immediately started to use the flamethrower to roast the second dumpling.

Moreover, this time he deliberately increased the efficiency of his firepower.

"call--"

The flames from the flamethrower made a whistling sound.

But, a few seconds later, the second dumpling burst with a "pop".

This time, Xia An simply did not stop firing, and the flame of the flamethrower was directly transferred to the third dumpling.

Continue to increase heat flow!
This time the heat was successfully shortened by a few seconds.

It seemed that the critical point of explosion was hit accurately. When Xia An turned off the flamethrower, the flames of rice wine and alcohol surrounding the dumplings also went out.

A flame dumpling with a slightly darker color was successfully made.

"Hey, did it work?"

Chi Xiaobai looked at the dumplings on the frying pan carefully.

Wei Xuelin was also full of curiosity and cast a glance: "The color is too dark, almost burnt?"

Xia An nodded:

"Yes, the temperature is difficult to control, so it is not considered a success. It is only slightly better than the failed product."

He saw the two special-grade players showing greedy expressions.

I couldn't help but ask with a smile:
"Would you two like to try this semi-failed dish?"

Hear the words.

Wei Xuelin and Chi Xiaobai both nodded vigorously.

"Try it, why not?"

"Oh, yes, the dishes are made for people to taste."

Xia An was naturally very happy to have two top masters willingly serve as guinea pigs for free. This was a free trial of his top-level tasting ability.

So, he quickly sprayed out the second semi-finished flame dumpling, put them on plates, and then brought them together with chopsticks to the two top masters sitting at the bar.

"Please use——" he said.

Then turned around.

Xia An faced the doorway of the open kitchen, which was filled with a pair of eyes filled with longing.

"Master, I want to eat too!" Alice, the little greedy cat, has raised her hand with saliva shining at the corners of her mouth.

"Want to eat +1."

Erina Nakiri was not arrogant either, and continued the sentence quietly.

"father!"

Xiaoxi came over from the sofa and coffee table with a tablet computer in her hand. She stood in front of Hojo Miyoko, shaking her head, and her two delicate braids swayed with her head:
"Xixi wants to eat too...oh, don't forget Sister Miyoko's portion!"

After all, the little girl still remembered her elder sister Midori who followed her around all day long and was busy running around for her, so she quickly added.

"alright."

Xia An has already grasped the critical point of heat, and spray-painted the remaining dumplings in the frying pan as semi-finished products.

After turning around, he let his daughter and young apprentices each have a dumpling.

He then looked at the two top masters in front of the bar.

But I found that these two people behaved strangely.

"Is it unpalatable?" Xia An couldn't help but ask.

The two of them shook their heads.

Chi Xiaobai hesitated to speak: "On the contrary, I think it shouldn't be called "Flame Dumplings" anymore, it has a different flavor."

Wei Xuelin's cooking skills were inferior to Chi Xiaobai's. She said with a look of surprise and confusion:

"How should I put it? Its expressiveness is completely different from the original "Flame Dumplings". If you can continue to improve its level of completion, you should come up with another dish name!"

Listening to these two playing riddles, I don’t know how to comment.

Xia An, who wanted to get something for free from the two top-notch tasters, raised his eyebrows and could only pick up the last semi-finished dumpling left for him in the frying pan and put it into his mouth.

He wanted to taste it himself! Who knew that when he ate the dumplings, his teeth pierced the dry and crispy dumpling skin without any moisture.

wow-

It was like a flood bursting its dam.

It’s boiling hot, with a strong meaty aroma, and the umami flavor is singing and playing, sweeping through your mouth like a torrent.

Xia An was burned so much that tears came out of the corners of his eyes. He bent over for a long time before catching his breath:
"Cough cough cough..."

"Isn't this taste just like soup dumplings?"

"Eh...soup dumplings?!"

……

at the same time.

Imperial City International Airport.

Lu Zuguang was at the airport, holding a sign to pick someone up.

A young man dressed fashionably, with a stylish hairstyle and tattoos on his arms, walked out of the VIP channel surrounded by several blond-haired and blue-eyed foreign entourage.

I saw Lu Zuguang holding a sign to welcome us.

The handsome young man took off his sunglasses, walked up to him, smiled cheerfully and held out his hand:
"Hello, are you the young leader of this generation of the Lu family, Lu Zuguang?"

"it's me."

Lu Zuguang stretched out his hand and shook it with him: "Xiang Shilin, the top nine-star chef of the American Gourmet Association?"

"it's me!"

Xiang Shilin laughed.

He was obviously a very confident person, with a cheerful look on his face, which attracted many glances from passers-by in the terminal.

At this time, a tall blond man from the entourage came up and whispered:

"Mr. Xiang, the mutual certification procedures for cooking skills have been completed. You are now a nine-star chef recognized by the official level in the Shenzhou food industry."

Xiang Shilin heard this and asked casually:

"Jason, if I want to challenge a chef to a food battle, what's the fastest way?"

The blond man named Jason is an expert on China and speaks Chinese very fluently. He is obviously different from Xiang Shilin, who is Chinese but has never been to China and often goes to China for business.

"That's undoubtedly through the channels of the Late Night Cooks Association, inviting the Late Night Food Battle."

Jason spoke quickly but clearly.

"In mainland China, openly, there are only cooking competitions."

"The rules of the late-night food battle are bloody and cruel, and it can only be held through the late-night cooking association, and the late-night food battle is not allowed to be broadcast to the public on any platform."

Xiang Shilin whistled:

"No live audience? That would be so boring. I wanted to do a big one!"

Hearing this, Lu Zuguang led the way, leading this group of foreign guests to the international hotel where they would stay.

He paused for a moment and asked curiously:

"Mr. Xiang wants to invite you to a late-night food battle?"

Xiang Shilin did not hide anything, and nodded with a hearty smile: "I want to use this food battle to verify some ideas, and also help my ancestors vent their anger."

"Ancestor?"

Suddenly, Lu Zuguang narrowed his eyes and his face gradually became stern.

He knew which faction in the North American food world this group of people came from, but there was nothing he could do. Everyone who came was a guest. As the youngest in terms of seniority and age among the candidates for state banquet chefs, Lu Zuguang often took on these errands to entertain foreign dignitaries.

The ancestors Xiang Shilin mentioned can only be the Tai Chi cooking world of the past.

Lu Zuguang grew up listening to stories told by his grandfather.

The culinary battle of the century.

It basically determines the direction and future of the food industry.

Since then, the Eight Phoenix Immortals were defeated and fled, each one running to places outside the Chinese food world.

To be more specific.

The Eight Phoenix Immortals who fled to North America were the "Devil of Chaos" Jinghua and his faction.

Xiang Shilin smiled slightly, but his eyes were extremely cold:

"Correct."

"I don't think our ancestors should lose."

“So I’m back now.”

"First, defeat the person who reproduced the luminous secret in this world and take back a small victory!"

Lu Zuguang took a deep breath: "The one who reproduced the luminous secret in this world?!"

　Next update before 12 o'clock!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)