Daizi looked at the dining table with an expectant expression.
"Millet porridge with fried dumplings and fried buns. Is this a eating habit in some places in Xia Kingdom? It's worth a try."
"Qingye, what do you think?"
Hearing this, Qingye rolled his eyes secretly and didn't want to speak.
She reached out and opened the lid of her fried dumplings. Suddenly, a wave of heat rose, and the aroma of the dumplings spread.
Jiang Xu looked around and saw... a dazzling golden color in the heat wave!
The food shines!
No, it didn't glow, but it looked like a pot of sunflowers. Jiang Xu thought at first glance.
As the white air slowly dissipated, the food in the pot finally revealed its true identity.
Only then did Jiang Xu see clearly that the golden color was egg liquid.
The last thing Qingye poured into the pot was the evenly stirred egg liquid, poured it into the fried dumplings, and sprinkled a handful of black sesame seeds.
The egg liquid solidified by the residual heat covered the pan, like a golden blanket.
The appearance of the entire dish has improved a lot because of this small change.
At the very least, this dish has both color and aroma.
The dumplings were buried in the golden egg blanket, with only the upper part exposed, looking like small snow bags.
Aoba used a small table knife to separate each dumpling.
With such crisscrossing lines, it looks more like an extraordinarily plump big sunflower from a distance.
"Dang dang dang, Hagiwara's special sun-fried dumplings! Please try it!"
After putting down the knife, Qingye raised his chin slightly, indicating that it was Jiang Xu's turn.
Jiang Xu smiled slightly and also opened the lid.
Phew~
A large wave of hot air wrapped in a strange fragrance immediately hit Qingye's nose.
Qingye's smiling face was stunned for a moment, and the tip of his nose subconsciously wrinkled slightly. This smell was so fragrant!
Moreover, there seems to be something wrong with this noodle fragrance.
Jiang Xu's pan-fried buns are just ordinary, round buns. They were garnished with green onions last night, arranged neatly and evenly sized.
Both of them showed their true talents in cooking.
Purely in terms of appearance, Aoye's pan-fried dumplings are better.
In terms of the aroma and attractiveness of the food, Qingye, who has a keen sense of smell, has to admit that Jiang Xu's fried buns are slightly better.
Therefore, the final winner still has to compete for the most important taste of food.
Hagiwara Daiko compared the two pans on the left and right.
My eyes were first attracted to Aoye’s sun-fried dumplings.
Appearance is still very important.
Daizi picked up a fried dumpling with a golden egg skirt with chopsticks, looked at it carefully, nodded slightly, then dipped it in vinegar and put it in her mouth.
Bite the thin dumpling skin with your teeth, and the fresh meat with a certain amount of soup will be squeezed to the tip of your tongue, and the fragrance is overflowing.
Click!
Finally, the crispy dough shell at the bottom and the soft egg edge were bitten together, and the contrast was very obvious.
Daizi was quite satisfied with the dough shell at the bottom of the fried dumplings. They were crispy and not mushy at all, and the heat was eight and a half minutes.
She could taste that Aoba's control over heat was much better than before.
It seems to be Jiang Xujun’s fault!
Daizi smiled slightly, and she felt more and more that accepting Jiang Xu to stay at her home was the right decision.
"how is it going!"
Just as Daizi swallowed a fried dumpling, Aoye couldn't wait to ask.
"It's better than any dumplings you've ever made before, but as for whose is more delicious, I'll have to wait until I taste Jiang Xujun's fried dumplings before I can judge."
"no problem."
Qingye agreed immediately, already determined in his heart.
She had already inquired about the enemy's situation before, and Jiang Xu's regiment was definitely not as good as hers.
Although I don’t know why Jiang Xu changed the filling to vegetarian filling, but in terms of taste, the meat filling is generally more prominent than the vegetarian filling, which is why she has the advantage.
At most, Jiang Xu's grasp of the heat was better than hers, but she found another way to defeat her opponent visually, and the score should be even.
Well, this time Shiji, I am 99% sure.
Now that I can finally win a victory, I must think carefully about what I want to ask of Jiang Xuti.
Qingye clenched his fist secretly.
However, for some reason, there was always an indescribable uneasiness in her heart, so she was only 99% stable, and the last 1% was not yet stable.
On the other side, Daizi blew a spoonful of millet porridge to cool down, using the smell of the porridge to wash away the smell of fried dumplings, before picking up her chopsticks again.
With a trace of expectation, I picked up a plump little bun and put it in front of my eyes to take a closer look.
After being fermented in a hot pan, the dough becomes fluffy and white, and the bottom is fried to a perfect golden brown, which looks very tempting.
Daizi took a small bite and opened a gap.
Click!
A glimmer of light was fleeting.
Immediately, the elastic and fluffy dough, wrapped in carrot, vermicelli and egg fillings, popped into your mouth.
Suitable saltiness, chewy and soft dough, tender eggs, refreshing vermicelli mixed with crunchy carrots.
This combination is definitely very appetizing.
But compared to the meat filling, the vegetarian filling is indeed a lot lighter.
Daizi was about to say something.
Suddenly, an extremely sudden feeling, like the most primitive hunger, caused the appetite to rise from the stomach.
And it was very clear that the fried dumplings in her hands were attracting her.
Daizi involuntarily stuffed the bun into her mouth, chewed it a few times, and then swallowed it involuntarily.
It was almost as if he was gobbling it down.
Obviously, it's just a steamed stuffed bun with plain filling. Why, it makes people feel like they're hungry and won't stop until they're full.
What's the magic? !
No, this feeling doesn’t seem to be my own, but the chef’s!
This is the chef's mood when injecting this dish.
Daizi was in a trance, and a picture appeared in front of her eyes.
It seemed that it was also a summer evening, and a figure was busy in a very old kitchen.
A little boy who had just come home tired from playing outside and was hungry was sitting on a high chair, swinging his legs restlessly, looking forward to waiting for the food to be served.
Waiting for the vague figure to bring the hot pan-fried buns out of the kitchen, put them on the table, and remove the lid.
The little boy who couldn't wait for a long time cheered, grabbed a bun and wolfed it down without caring about how hot it was.
The thoughts of 'It's the best', 'Eat one more', 'I want to eat one more' are extremely simple.
Could this be it? !
Daizi looked at Jiang Xu with a hint of shock.
"Jiang Xujun, can I ask why you want to make fried dumplings?"
Jiang Xu, who was feeling dazzled and seemed to have seen a faint flash of light from Dai Zi's mouth just now, was stunned for a moment before he reacted and answered.
"Well, I just remembered that I haven't eaten fried dumplings for a long time. And Qingye is made of meat stuffing, so I thought of making a vegetarian stuffing. Plus, I might not have eaten it for a long time, so I finally chose this favorite of mine when I was a child. Isn’t it your favorite carrot, vermicelli and egg filling?”
"No, I love it."
Daizi confirmed again: "It's just that when you were making the buns, you clearly remembered the taste of the buns when you were a child!"
"That's true." Jiang Xu nodded.
"I see."
Daizi finally remembered some stories about the culinary world that her husband had told her.
Legend has it that in the previous dynasty of the Xia Kingdom, there was a magical chef. His cuisine was the best at evoking people's deepest memories and eliciting the most nostalgic flavors that people want to taste again.
Since then, many people in the entire oriental cooking world have followed and believed in this god of cooking, taking his skills as the supreme cooking skill.
As the saying goes, everyone gets drunk without drinking. Everyone has their own ultimate delicacy in their heart. What a chef has to do is to make this ultimate delicacy emerge from the bottom of people's hearts.
In addition, all ingredients and cooking skills are auxiliary to achieve the goal.
This style is called Shinchu-ryu.
But it is difficult for ordinary chefs to learn the basics of magical skills even in a lifetime. After many generations of chefs have studied and summarized, they have developed a special technique.
That is, using dishes to convey the chef’s own feelings and ideas.
After all, it is always difficult for people to understand others.
Even chefs have a hard time understanding every diner's preferences.
It is better to go the other way and focus on letting the diners feel all the feelings of the chef when he creates this delicious dish, arousing the resonance of the diners, and ultimately, allowing the diners to recall their own ultimate deliciousness.
Although there are still deviations, it is relatively simple.
But isn’t it said that this kind of skill can only be mastered by some descendants of Shinchu-ryu?
Why would a random student from Xia country know this?
Daizi couldn't understand.
But this did not prevent her from rating the two dishes.
That feeling when I was young, when I just ate something delicious, I simply wanted to eat more and ate it all in one go.
It reminded Daizi of the surprise and satisfaction she felt when she first came to Tokyo and tasted all kinds of novel dishes.
This is something that will never be felt again to this day.
Xinchu’s cuisine is for those who are nostalgic!
"I declare that Jiang Xujun will win today's Shiji."
