laugh!

laugh!

laugh!

This is the sound of flames.

Of course, only Xia Yu was present to hear such a solid movement of flames.

His treatment of "meat slices" is very classic. He found an oven and a grill net, and then used chopsticks to place the plum blossom pork with fat and thinness on the grill net to barbecue!

That’s right, it’s the heat treatment method of “baking”!

"Ah, barbecue?"

Shinmoto Natsuki was simply shocked.

Is there any ramen with barbecue? No, how can barbecue be used as a side dish for ramen, put in soup, and suck and chew together, so won’t it look strange in the mouth?

What kind of ramen is it? Hello, Hakata ramen?

Sapporo Ramen?

Or Kitafang Ramen?

Shinmoto Natsuki racked her brains and couldn't find the genre of using 'barbecue' with ramen.

"This is not char siu pork at all!"

He said confidently.

Japanese char siu pork is made by three types of heat: "frying", "boiling" and "stewing", but there is no "baked"!

Moreover, if the barbecue is severely evaporated and becomes dry, then chew it with very strong ramen and eat it hard. Wouldn't it be further added to the burden on the mouth?

It is also an extremely important taste when eaten!

An operation that people can't understand.

Shinmoto Natsuki gave such an evaluation in his heart, he didn't talk nonsense.

However, the old monk Yizhen reacted differently from Shinmoto, Aoki's eyes lit up, "What a streamlined flame control!"

He took an open class called "Primitive Flame".

If, in class, the young lecturer's theory still has some mysterious colors that people can't understand, then Yizhen immediately gained insight into the "barbecue" temperature this time.

It's like...it's pointing to the origin.

"Huh!"

Abbot Yizhen's face gradually became solemn.

The shallowest layer of 'wasabi' points to the simple essence and strip away those unnecessary exteriors?

Now Xia Yu's explosive flame gives the old monk a feeling similar to this.

Concise.

Let’s save any mysterious secrets, just reveal the “original origin” and show them.

It's simple.

There is no need for spell casting material "Moors Oil". In the small oven, there is a very ordinary fruit charcoal, but the fireworks make a "chi" sound under the control of an invisible hand. How can I describe it? It is probably holding a flame spray gun in hand, pressing the fire button, and the dark blue high-temperature flame locks the meat slices on the roasting net, forming a beam of light, impact!

Simple, direct, rough.

But it also contains the legend of fire, giving people a sense of sacredness.

"Look at the mountain is a mountain."

"Look at water is water."

Everything returns to the starting point.

Start over?

Not.

The eyes of the old monk Yizhen showed a shock that it was difficult to completely restrain himself, "The starting point is also the end point!"

"He walked around and went back again!"

"The road is gone!"

ah.

At this time, Shinmoto Natsuki couldn't help but speak, "It's so suffocated!"

The heat is "overdue", roast on the net, piece of meat slices of even thickness, and the skin is half burnt.

A trace of black mark emerged.

Even the old monk was stunned, "How could it be!"

Aoki Sonta said repeatedly: "I can't understand!"

How could a master who has walked the "temperature" road make his pure white canvas stain with a trace of ink? Unscientific! Impossible!

“Try it?”

Xia Yu looked up and looked over, and nodded to Shinben Xiashu, picked up a piece of half-charred roast pork with chopsticks, placed it on a small dish, and handed it out.

Shin Ben served the plate, Aoki Secta, and Abbot Ichima came around.

Looking up close, the more you look, the more you become confused.

It was indeed scorched. The originally tender outer layer of the meat slices turned into a semi-coke shell. Without thinking, if you bite it in one bite, you will definitely make a chirp sound.

What you smell from the nose, the mouth and taste buds are all bitter.

The trash that was burnt and bitter, was worse than the "dark cuisine". Shinmoto Natsuki's tongue, which had been bombarded and tempered by his dark cuisine for a long time, was so strange that she couldn't bear it. Her whole face wrinkled tightly.

"Wow!"

"It's so bitter!"

He opened his mouth and spit out.

"Why is it so hard?"

yes.

Why?

The old monk Yizhen was deeply furious, and his eyes flashed over the rest of the meat slices on the grilled net, but the shell was charred and the inside was definitely very tender.

But why do you feel so bitter?

The old monk felt that things were not simple.

Afterwards, Xia Yu continued to make ramen according to the "recipe" in his mind.

Barbecue pork is a side dish that consumes the most effort and time. It has been made. The Japanese ramen often use "soft-boiled eggs", "skinny bamboo shoots", "skinny spring onion", "seaweed", "red ginger", etc., and the summer feather only uses "skinny bamboo shoots" and "skinny eggs".

Then, cook one or two of seasonal vegetables and place them in a ramen bowl.

After one hour, the soup base made with chicken bones and chicken feet can also be released from the pot. The soup color is cool and clear yellow, and it is filled with large ramen bowl filled with white ceramic.

Therefore, the green seasonal vegetables are quite eye-catching in four bowls with orange tones, namely soup, tender bamboo shoots, soft-boiled eggs, and char sauce pork.

"It's done--"

Xia Yu untied his apron, put two trays on it, each tray, and put two bowls of noodles.

The group moved from the kitchen to the canteen in the mountains.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the temple had a fixed dinner time, so the cafeteria was dark. Aoki Sect was in the house and turned on the lights. Xia Yu and Shinben each carried a tray and sat on the tatami cleaned by the little monk.

A total of 4 bowls of noodles.

Xia Yu didn't eat anything, so he asked the three of them to take away his own. He and the pallets picked up the last bowl and placed it on the table in the "forbidden area".

"Put the chopsticks."

The old monk said.

Xia Yu did as he did, and neatly arranged a pair of chopsticks on the bowl.

As for Shinben Natsuki, she sat down and didn't care about so much. She stared at the noodles in the bowl and let out an uncontrollable amazement, "I can't say it!"

The ramen was pressed at the bottom by 'barbecue', 'tender bamboo shoots', 'boiled eggs' and a few seasonal vegetables.

The whole bowl of noodles was filled with clear yellow soup. It was clearly visible at first sight, but it had a distinct sense of layering.

A hint of warm breath came.

Shinben Natsuki sucked gently, and felt an indescribable sense of comfort, as if standing on the top of the mountains, his vision had never been so wide, and the distant mountains had never crawled in front of him in a low posture.

Hey, what about the bitterness of ‘barbecue’?

Sniffing with your nose.

The shirt man took off the chopsticks first and picked up a piece of meat. The meat was really bad, half of which was charred, but after being soaked in the soup, there was an indescribable change. It was not just the scent of scent.
To be continued...