All he could see was the cooking situation in the pot, the immersion and peace on Zhao Fuyu's face, and the domineering look that controlled everything.
This made the sparkling spring color in Busujima Saeko's eyes become more and more crystal clear, and even accompanied by the sweet and sour taste, she unconsciously tightened her legs.
...
With both hands constantly pushing the sauce in the pot, which has gradually thickened into a yogurt-like state, it can be said that the dish of 'Sweet and Sour Short Ribs' has entered the final stage.
The frying spoon in Zhao Fuyu's hand also formed a rotating push and pull in the pot without stopping for a moment.
This kind of stirring can not only ensure a balanced temperature in the pot, but most importantly... it can prevent the sauce that continues to heat up from burning the bottom of the pot.
You should know that as the water evaporates, the sweet and sour sauce becomes thicker and thicker. It may only stay for a moment, which is enough for the burnt taste to develop, destroying the aroma of the sweet and sour sauce.
This is why once the sauce is in the pot for fifteen minutes, there can be no pause and must be stirred until the dish is completed.
The stirred sauce made small bubbles pop up on the short ribs, and wrapped around the short ribs like a black and red ocean.
Every trace of sauce lingers around the ribs, and continuously absorbs the meaty aroma of the ribs into the sauce, forming a strong aroma storm.
Gradually, the water content of the sauce becomes less and less, and a little oily sheen begins to appear and float on the sauce.
At this moment, when the cooking is about to be completed, continue to turn on the fire.
The sound of the gunfire echoed.
It also seemed to foreshadow something, making everyone's spirits tremble.
The dark cook opposite Zhao Fuyu was even more disappointed to find that even after watching him push the pot for half an hour, no one was willing to take another look at him.
He has even been completely forgotten!
'How can it be! '
'This little shabby shop...'
'Who the hell is that guy? ! '
No matter how arrogant, domineering, and brainless, the dark cook who was sent at this time also realized the absolute gap between his and Zhao Fuyu's cooking skills.
That's an almost unbridgeable gap.
Whether it could be solved using those dream ingredients, he couldn't say.
At least the expensive Wagyu steak in his hand could never help him cross this abyss.
Silently finishing the rest of his cooking, he no longer had any hope for Shouki's victory and could only rejoice...
At least this time the Shoji failed, he wouldn't lose anything.
...
The flames are overwhelming, and the existence of the Chinese-style furnace allows the cooking flames to reach the limit of cooking.
The increase in temperature also caused the originally stable sauce to boil more and more, and a richer sweet and sour aroma wafted out. Following this, Zhao Fuyu continued to push and pull his wrist, pulling the small ribs into the air and taking them under his control.
The appearance of the Chinese-style spoon also heralds the complete completion of this dish.
As more and more oil on the upper layer emerged, and the sauce began to completely adhere to the ribs, Zhao Fuyu moved his hands.
He took the wok off the stove, casually picked up a handful of fried white sesame seeds with his left hand, and dropped them into the wok.
As the rich aroma gradually subsided, a hint of nutty aftertaste was added.
In the blink of an eye, the "sweet and sour pork ribs" that Zhongzhou people are so familiar with has been declared complete!
Five small plates were laid out, one spoonful per plate.
Soon five portions of sweet and sour urinals were on the table.
It was also at this time that Busujima Saeko and the others who came in first noticed that two more diners came from behind.
'When did they...'
A keen martial artist shouldn't know when there are two more people, but this happened.
This made Busujima Saeko and Fuulinji Miu realize the problem.
But soon, Wenjing Saburo's voice came, and the two understood the reason.
"The aroma seizes the soul!"
"You can actually see the soul-stirring aroma in a commercial street...or home-cooked dishes like 'Sweet and Sour Short Ribs'..."
"Your cooking skills..."
An incredulous look appeared on Saburo Fumi's face.
No one knew that the already exaggerated facial expression could not express the shock of the Kyoto Master of the Gourmet Association.
An unfamiliar term appeared, but just by looking at the surprise of the IGO observers, you can know how depressing it is to see such a scene.
Busujima Saeko, who doesn't know much about cooking, has gleaming beautiful eyes, while Fuureinji Miu, who has a little knowledge of cooking, is constantly searching for information related to "Aroma Soul Seizing" in her mind.
But even Fuulinji Miu couldn't remember where she had heard this term.
"did not think of..."
"You have already crossed that threshold at such a young age."
"You are truly worthy of the President's praise!"
After hearing Saburo Wenjing's words, Zhao Fuyu looked at this middle-aged man in a suit with curiosity.
"Sir, have we met before?"
The Kyoto director of the Gourmet Association shook his head.
"No, but our president, Chef Zhao, must have met him."
"It is Mr. Goro Inokashira."
Hearing this name, Zhao Fuyu's eyes flashed across that tall, silent, honest but sincere and decisive man.
"It turns out to be Mr. Goro's friend."
After nodding, Zhao Fuyu didn't think much.
He scooped some out of the remaining ribs in the pot, put them on a plate, and sent them over.
"Since we are acquaintances, let's try it together."
"It's just a small thought."
This was certainly not considered bribery, and no one else present had such thoughts. Even the staff of the federation looked at the stack of ribs with envy. It was obvious that this was a treat for an acquaintance.
In this world, if they are not diners or judges, even the staff of Shokuki are not qualified to taste the dishes in Shokuki.
This is also to maintain the sanctity of the shokuji.
Seeing the sweet and sour short ribs coming in front of him, a gourmet foodie like Fumii Saburo was naturally not polite. He brought it over with cautious hands and solemnly thanked him.
As for the five people who were regarded as judges, Zhao Fuyu did not rush them.
Just chuckled at them.
"Although it tastes good cold, it also tastes great when eaten hot."
“Also please note that the sauce will be much hotter than it looks, so be careful when entering it.”
Then he stood back in the kitchen, looking quietly at the diners who had placed a mountain of sweet and sour short ribs in front of them.
With a touch of indifference and peace.
'Why is the aroma not as strong as before it comes out of the pot? '
Before Shirahama Kenichi could figure out a doubt in his mind, behind him, the boy who looked like a junior high school student had already stretched out his chopsticks.
He really wants to know if there is any gap between himself and Zhao Fuyu!
And when the chopsticks pierced through the vaguely visible outer layer of clear oil in an instant, an extremely strong aroma of meat accompanied by the taste of sweet and sour swept through the entire restaurant like a hurricane.
'The smell! ! '
'No...I must challenge this guy! '
'His...his strength...'
No longer able to hold back the excitement in his heart, looking at one of the Totsuki Ten Elites who is a junior high school student... Kuga Teruki finally showed his pride as one of the Totsuki Ten Elites!
