With the charcoal fire, we can finally start cooking.
Heat the pot, pour in cooking oil, when the oil is hot, add the processed onion, garlic, and ginger and stir-fry until fragrant, then add the tomatoes and stir-fry for a few minutes. Pour in the milk and add appropriate amount of water. After the milk boils, add salt, MSG, chicken essence and other seasonings, and then add the processed chicken, sausage, broccoli, carrots, mushrooms, shrimps, vegetables, etc. to the pot.
As it simmers over medium-low heat, the frankincense spreads all around along with the steam.
During this period, Matsumura Sayuri volunteered to add salmon, beef and pork to the pot, but Amamiya Sori ruthlessly refused.
"Okay, I'll give you a pot and you can do whatever you want, okay?" Amamiya Sawaki saw Matsumura cutting up a lot more meat and vegetables, looking eager to try, but couldn't help it anymore.
"No problem! Leave it to me!" Sayuri Matsumura patted his chest.
Marihua Ito on the side wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Matsumura first put a large lump of noodles in the pan, adding neither oil nor water.
"What are you doing? Fried noodles?" Takehiro Kimoto asked confused.
Sayuri Matsumura poured a large glass of milk into it.
"Wait, let go of that glass of milk, what are you doing?"
In the horrified eyes of the two hosts, Sayuri Matsumura added everything he had just chopped into it, including potatoes, pork, mayonnaise and salt, not forgetting the most critical cheese.
"The taste should be okay, right?" From the perspective of ingredients, this kind of food is relatively normal, Ito Mari Hakko said, "It's a bit like carbonara."
At least Matsumura knows how to add salt to taste, which is already a big improvement. As for the specific craftsmanship, the requirements cannot be too high.
After being "complied", Matsumura started her wild imagination again and added miso and soy sauce to the pot.
Amamiya Shiori felt a stomach ache when she saw it, but luckily she didn't harm her milk hotpot.
Gradually, each team completed the dishes one after another, and the next step was the tasting session.
The curry rice, buns, dumplings and cold dishes made by the Ikoma team are average in appearance, but they taste good. The two hosts were full of praise, and the Ikoma team began to taste the fruits of their labor.
Team Sakurai made many dishes using strawberries, including omelette rice with strawberry jam, strawberry toast, vegetable salad, etc., which were also recognized by the host.
Other teams only serve a few dishes in large and small plates, but the Matsumura team is more special. There is a large pot of hot pot in the middle, a few bowls of "milk fried noodles" next to it, and a large plate of burnt toast with completely burnt skin. sweet potato.
With Amamiya Shiori in charge, the Matsumura team would not go hungry, but she could not stop Sayuri Matsumura's desire to create.
As soon as the two hosts took their seats, they smelled a strange smell. They decided to start with the White Rock team and save the real test until the end.
The Shiraishi team’s curry rice and grilled fish are also very good. The four people who received the affirmation high-fived each other in celebration.
"It's so strange! There are two smells coming to my face, one is the fragrance of milk, and the other is~" Takehiro Kimoto looked confused.
The first thing they tasted was milk hotpot.
The two hosts took a deep breath as if they were going to die.
As the chicken and vegetables entered their mouths, their expressions gradually relaxed from solemnity.
"How is it?" Amamiya Shiori asked curiously.
"It's very, very delicious!" Takehiro Kimoto gave a thumbs up, "The thick frankincense fills the mouth, the chicken is delicate and tender, and the vegetables become sweet and crispy."
"Great!" The girls clenched their fists happily, and Amamiya Shiori also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then, next we have our carefully made milk fried noodles, please use them." Sayuri Matsumura pushed two bowls of dry "fried noodles" in front of the host.
Matsumura's fried noodles are not easy to swallow just from the appearance. The two looked at each other and saw the helplessness in the other's eyes.
"Please use it~" Matsumura looked at the two of them expectantly.
As soon as they took a bite, painful expressions covered their faces.
Takehiro Kimoto opened his mouth, wanting to vomit but not daring to do so, while Takayuki Kinoshita looked as ferocious as if he had taken some poison.
"Ah? What's the matter?" The expressions of the two made the girls laugh, and Matsumura also asked with a smile.
"It tastes terrible." Takehiro Kimoto didn't mean to hide it at all. It was indeed delicious.
"Eh? No way!" Matsumura has not yet recognized his cooking skills.
Amamiya Suga took the opportunity to secretly put some more food from the milk hot pot into her own bowl, so that she could only rely on it for dinner.
"This combination is simply unbeatable." Takehiro Kimoto put down his chopsticks and commented, "Miso and-"
Recalling the taste of fried noodles, the two of them looked embarrassed and couldn't talk anymore. They just drank water to clear the taste in their mouths.
"It shouldn't taste that bad, right?" Sayuri Matsumura still didn't believe it.
"If you don't believe me, try it yourself!"
"Okay, just give it a try."
Matsumura Sayuri, Ito Marika and Saito Yuri picked up the fried noodles and looked at each other.
"Xiao Zhi!" The three of them all looked at Amamiya Zhi, who turned his head to the side and silently lowered his presence.
"I, I suddenly have a stomachache! Ah, no, it hurts~" Amamiya Sōri frowned, holding her stomach and pretending to have a stomachache with fake acting skills that could be exposed at a glance.
"Liar!" "Too fake!" The girls refused.
"It's true, I didn't lie to you~" Amamiya Sori argued.
"Don't waste food! Come on, eat it while it's hot!" Saito Yuri, who was sitting next to her, picked up a small piece of fried noodles with chopsticks and brought it to Amamiya Shiori's mouth.
Amamiya Sugaru smelled the pungent smell of milk flavored with seasoning and the smell of paste. She squinted her eyes and pursed her lips, her face showing bitterness.
The hosts were all amused by their interaction.
"Come on, open your mouth, ah~" Matsumura Sayuri said the devil's words in a sweet voice.
Amamiya Sugaru grimaced, opened her mouth slightly, and was stuffed with a small lump of mixture that couldn't be called noodles.
"Uh-" She covered her mouth and wanted to spit it out, but as an idol, it was absolutely impossible to vomit in front of the camera, so she covered her mouth hard and bent down, putting on a pain mask.
The camera was focused on Amamiya Shiori, and his hard-working and patient appearance was completely recorded.
"Is it so... unpleasant?" Seeing Amamiya's appearance, the three of them swallowed.
"Try it! You'll know if you try it!" The host looked at Amamiya's painful look and had a hard time holding back his laughter.
"Ah~um~" The three of them ate the fried noodles, their expressions suddenly froze, they covered their mouths and were speechless.
"Hahahahahaha, what's wrong? Tell me quickly?" Takehiro Kimoto asked knowingly.
"It tastes terrible——" the four of them said in unison.
Amamiya Shiori, who finally swallowed the fried noodles, quickly took a sip of milk soup to rinse his mouth. The other three also followed suit and quickly took a sip of milk to remove the smell.
Amamiya Sugawara vowed never to taste Matsumura's food again. Matsumura's only cooking philosophy is to stew randomly, and all the messy ingredients can be put together. It's a trivial matter that it tastes unpalatable. If some chemical reaction occurs and some kind of toxin is produced, it will be really fatal.
