Hagiwara Daizi worked overtime, and Jiang Xu had to take the train back alone.
Thirty minutes later, when Jiang Xu arrived at the door and was about to open the door, he suddenly heard Qingye's voice from behind the door, as if he was talking to someone.
Jiang Xu deliberately made the sound of turning the key louder and waited for a while before pushing the door open and entering.
Aoba stood in front of the dining table in the living room. There was a black bag on the table, and three pairs of six chickens and ducks of different varieties that had been plucked and were completely naked.
Seeing Jiang Xu come in, she tilted her head and nodded slightly, then immediately turned back to look at the screen of her mobile phone, where a video call was taking place.
The person she called was a mature man wearing a white chef's uniform.
"Aoba-chan, is your mother back?"
"No, mom will definitely work overtime today. She is going to return the exchange student from Xia Country who is staying at our house I told you about." Qingye shook his head and said.
"Haha, really! It seems quite fateful. He is an exchange student from Natsu Kingdom to Sakurajima, and I am also an exchange student from Sakurajima to Daxia." Hagiwara Sho, opposite the camera, laughed heartily.
Jiang Xu changed into his slippers and walked into the living room. He pointed at himself and then at her mobile phone, meaning to ask Qingye if he wanted to say hello to the opposite party.
Unexpectedly, Qingye glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, picked up the phone and pointed it at him.
"Well, this is the guy. Let's meet him."
Eh!
Jiang Xu and Hagiwara Xiang opposite him were stunned at the same time and looked at each other in front of the screen.
The two people's first reactions were also very similar.
This person's appearance is actually only slightly worse than mine? !
Jiang Xu reacted first and greeted the camera politely: "Hello, Uncle Hagiwara, this is the first time we meet. My name is Jiang Xu."
"Well, Mr. Xu, this is the first time we meet. Hello. I am Aoba's father, Sho Hagiwara."
Hagiwara Sho on the opposite side also nodded in greeting.
"..."
"..."
After saying hello, both of them were waiting for the other to speak first.
As a result, no one spoke, and they stared through the camera, making the scene slightly awkward for a while.
Qingye showed a helpless expression. Who asked him to take a good look at the person who was talked about every day?
Shaking her head, she turned her phone away, pointed the lens at the dining table again, and asked.
"Okay, the greetings are over, let's quickly start today's cooking."
"What on earth did you send back across the ocean, and asked me to buy three pairs of fresh whole chickens and ducks? What kind of trick are you doing?"
Aoba said unceremoniously.
It can be seen that she has an extremely close relationship with her father, and they communicate more as friends when they get along.
"Haha, it's time to reveal the secret. Qingye, you can open the package now."
Hearing this, Aoba was about to put the phone back on the table and open the package.
Seeing this, Jiang Xu took a step forward and said, "Otherwise, I'd better help."
"Well, thank you then."
Qingye thought for a while and nodded.
He took a step back, zoomed out the camera of his mobile phone, and broadcast live.
Jiang Xu picked up the black package on the table and weighed it. It was a little cold, as if it had been frozen with an ice pack. It weighed about 7.3 kilograms.
He cut the bag open with scissors, and a layer of ice pack appeared in front of him. He unfolded the rolled ice pack, and two lean, white-skinned and hairless whole ducks appeared in front of them.
The tip of Qingye's nose moved slightly, and he said with some uncertainty: "Salted salted duck, is this a thousand-year-old famous dish in Jinling, salted duck?"
"That's right." Hagiwara Xiang nodded with satisfaction. He could see clearly that Jiang Xu's package had not been opened yet, and Aoba could tell what the ingredients were just by relying on the aftertaste.
It seems that after he left, Aoba's control over his own abilities has improved further.
"I was recently transferred to the branch in Jinling Ancient City to study. After arriving here, the first dish I tasted was this saliva duck."
Hagiwara Sho showed a look of pleasure, "It is indeed well-deserved, so as agreed, I will send you a pair of freshly made salted ducks as soon as possible."
"Really, thank you dad!"
Qingye's eyes lit up. As a chef, she would naturally be irresistible to all kinds of delicious food.
She has also been coveting salted duck, a famous summer dish.
"But, Aoba-chan, after you eat the duck, you have to help dad make some experimental cooking!"
Hagiwara Xiang smiled and revealed his true purpose.
"The duck varieties in Sakurajima are not consistent with the varieties popular in Daxia, and the taste is also very different. Based on the inspiration I got from the preparation method of salted duck, plus the results of my research in Daxia during this period, I summed up a deduction This is an immature recipe, please try it for me."
"No problem, but do you think your inspiration might be applicable to chicken?"
Qingye said puzzledly.
"I don't know, but even if I don't prompt you, you will try it yourself later, won't you?"
Hagiwara Xiang smiled slightly, looking like a daughter who knows more than her father.
Aoye puffed up his face, but did not refute. She would indeed do this.
Her nose has been extremely sensitive to various smells since she was a child.
Even though this is an impressive talent, it is often a heavy burden.
To the average person, the world is tasteless most of the time.
But for those with a sensitive sense of smell, it is much more complicated, but this is not a good thing.
Although you can also smell some beautiful smells that ordinary people cannot experience, there are much more disgusting smells.
She may smell one fragrance and three or even four odors.
Therefore, Hagiwara Sho, who is both a chef and a father, decided to lead Aoba to bring her talent to the kitchen.
Pure gourmet food has only the most attractive fragrance without any odor.
Fortunately, Aoba also had a longing for chefs since he was a child because of his father's relationship.
And after years of developing talent.
The smells of various ingredients have become modules in Aoye's consciousness that have special connections with each other.
Highly finished dishes are like naturally outlined white jade sculptures. Even if they have certain flaws, they are still beautiful.
In contrast, dishes that are not perfectly processed, in Aoba's opinion, are like a bunch of weirdly matched and extremely uncoordinated model works.
If it was some particularly complex dishes, she might just be able to detect the inconsistency, but she couldn't tell exactly where it was.
But for some simple, newly developed dishes.
She can easily detect contradictions, flaws, and repetitions, and can fill in the scent modules she has experienced before.
Just like a Lego Gundam master sees a roughly assembled model, he can instantly think of the dozens or hundreds of subsequent assembly methods of this roughly assembled model, perfecting it into various forms. From the outside, Creation with no connection at all.
Compare Aoba’s feelings on this experimental recipe.
Not only chickens, but if she is inspired, she will not let go of geese, pigeons, ringdoves, etc.
You must experiment with the inspiration in your mind over and over again before giving up.
What's even more rare is that each of Aoba's inspirations is theoretically feasible, and the aroma of the final dishes will never be any worse.
As for the taste, well, it can only be said to have certain guiding significance.
In short, it is much better than ordinary people who can only try randomly.
"So, you are going to help Uncle Hagiwara experiment with recipes today, so why don't you eat halberds?"
Jiang Xu understood what they meant and looked at Qingye with a regretful expression as if the leek had run away.
However, Qingye failed to see through Jiang Xu's true thoughts. He only thought that he was really sorry that he could not do the halberd eating today. Instead, he said with a hint of comfort: "Today at most, tomorrow I can experiment at school during the day and continue eating halberds at night! "
"Shokuji? By the way, Aoba, do you two eat halberds every day? Why don't you tell dad about such an interesting thing?"
Hagiwara Sho said with interest on the other end of the phone.
"I'm very interested in the Mapo tofu that Daizi mentioned before that impressed her, and the fried buns that can induce synaesthesia! Jiang Xujun, did you develop these dishes yourself?"
Aoba rolled his eyes, even if she didn't tell, Daizi would have told everything, what's the difference.
"I learned Mapo Tofu by chance from a mother-in-law named Liu when I was in China. My mother-in-law was called Mapo by the neighbors because her face was slightly numb. She created this dish Mapo tofu, I think it can be called a famous Sichuan dish.”
"Famous Sichuan cuisine! This is an incredible title."
Hagiwara Xiang laughed and didn't care about this statement. He only thought that Jiang Xu liked this dish very much, so he praised it highly.
"The dish I made two days ago was limited by the seasonings in Sakurajima, so it didn't have the full flavor."
"Uncle Hagiwara, if you have all the ingredients, you can definitely make a more authentic and delicious version of Mapo Tofu."
"Can it be stronger?!"
Qingye said in disbelief.
She personally tasted the Mapo Tofu that Jiang Xu made the day before yesterday. To this day, when she recalls the taste, she still feels a fragrant and numb feeling on the tip of her tongue, stimulating her taste nerves.
The stronger and more intense flavor of Mapo Tofu made her scalp tingle just thinking about it.
But deep down in my heart, I couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation.
"Yes."
Jiang Xu nodded. The Mapo Tofu he made before was not a systematic recipe, but something he made based on his memory.
Just as Qingye questioned, Jiang Xu, a man who lived in the Chu Mansion in this life and past lives, indeed failed to restore the full essence of the authentic Sichuan dish Mapo Tofu.
His method of making Mapo Tofu may be quite authentic, but due to the lack of some seasonings, the taste is biased towards the island country version of Mapo Tofu in the previous life, and it does not have the authentic taste.
The top-quality Mapo Tofu is said to have eight qualities: numbing, spicy, hot, fragrant, crispy, tender, fresh, lively and colorful.
And his only made five flavors: color, aroma, numbing, spicy and hot.
Although Mapo Tofu is a famous dish, it is still impossible for ordinary people to understand its secrets.
The reason why Jiang Xu knew it so clearly was from this chapter of a novel called "Tokyo Dragon Bird" in his previous life.
"As for the fried buns, it is indeed my own recipe."
The recipes I drew and the fillings were also prepared by myself, so how could it not be considered my own?
"Jiang Xujun, do you mean to teach me the recipe of Mapo Tofu?! This is too precious and I can't accept it."
After hearing the meaning of Jiang Xu's words, Hagiwara Xiang showed a serious expression.
He was indeed interested in Mapo Tofu after hearing Daizi's description, but he had never thought of the recipe for this dish.
As for the fried buns, they were also available in this world, so he didn't care much about them.
I am just a little interested in the Xin Chu Tao taught by Jiang Xu.
Although after entering modern society, chefs communicate with each other about cooking skills and recipes more than in the past, and countless new dishes have been developed as a result.
But some original recipes are like patents, with huge benefits, and no one will be willing to share them with others for free.
Just through Daizi's description, Hagiwara Sho concluded that Mapo Tofu was a highly valuable dish that might become popular.
The chef named Mapo was willing to teach Jiang Xu this dish. Maybe there was something about Jiang Xu that impressed her.
But he, Hagiwara Sho, is not a villain who covets other people's recipes.
Qingye was listening to their conversation, hesitating to speak, with a conflicted look on his face.
Mapo tofu contains the ultimate spicy and delicious possibility, which is the ultimate temptation for her.
However, her father's words are also correct. She cannot have improper ideas about other people's recipes.
But this person was Jiang Xu, and she had the urge to just take it.
"Uncle Hagiwara, it can be said that it is Mapo's lifelong wish to promote this dish. Anyone can learn it as long as they are willing."
"Then I must obtain the consent of this Mapo first." Hagiwara Sho still shook his head.
Jiang Xu interrupted him and said, "Uncle Hagiwara, if you create a dish named after yourself, you hope that the dish will be popularized and still be hidden by others, and eventually be forgotten in time."
Hagiwara Xiang fell silent, Jiang Xu's words touched his heart.
His lifelong goal is to leave a dish that can be passed down, and he understands this feeling very well.
"Ma Po has passed away, but I think as long as this dish is promoted, she will live forever. What do you think, Uncle Xiang?"
Jiang Xu continued, and at the same time raised the index finger of his left hand towards Qingye, which meant that he was going to use the rights of yesterday's winner of the Shoji Halberd.
Qingye was stunned, and a complex look suddenly appeared in his heart, but on the surface, he waved his fist dissatisfiedly at Jiang Xu, meaning you actually asked me to do such a thing! ! !
Jiang Xu chuckled. Anyway, he didn't know where to use this opportunity for the winner. It would be better to use it here.
After expressing his dissatisfaction, Qingye straightened his face and said.
"Dad, I think what Jiang Xujun said is right. Isn't this kind of thing a lifelong pursuit of a chef? If you can make your ideal Sakurajima cuisine, you will choose to make it public."
Aoba's words became the last straw that broke the camel's back in Hagiwara Sho's heart.
He said with a serious face: "In this case, I will be disrespected. I swear on my own path as a chef that I will do my best to promote this dish!"
"Thank you, Uncle Xiang!"
Jiang Xu smiled slightly. He actually didn't have any ulterior motives in doing this. He just hoped that this delicacy from the past life, which had disappeared due to changes in the historical line, could re-bloom the glory it should have.
