Standing for a while, digesting the contents of the basic skills book, Xia Yu had a plan and said slowly: "System, screen out the spice cooking skills of the Chinese primary school leaders!"

Beep.

The information pops up.

"【Spice Inequality】: One of the five tiger stars in the dark cuisine world in the past, the 'green-eyed tiger', and the 'speech Queen' Mira's unique skill starts with blue quality, but you can allocate talent points to improve your level and give the host a chance to understand 'supervisual'."

“Selling price of 3,000 points.”

Spice inequality!

Xia Yu immediately arranged information about the spice queen in the original Chinese novel.

In addition to the terrifying ‘supervision’, Mira’s other trump card belongs to the ‘spice inequality’!

She can match the most perfect spices in any dish. In other words, by just a nearly intuitive calculation, Meera can grasp the dose of each spice that should be placed, which is more accurate and meticulous than the computer's calculations.

I must buy this cooking skill.

Xia Yu glanced at his current remaining fame and gritted his teeth and said, "Buy, buy, buy!"

With a crisp reminder, the five thousand fame points that were obtained through the lottery package today are now only a few hundred points left to base.

The corresponding blue kitchen skills book appears in the inventory bar

"Use!" The thought called, and Xia Yu's head was immediately stuffed into another strange, huge stream of information.

"It turns out that the core mystery is 'mental arithmetic'!"

In my memory, there are a bunch of calculation formulas that Xia Yu seems to understand, some are superficial and some are profound.

A superficial formula only involves two or three spices, but the profound formula covers at least a dozen spices. Those formulas can be written on a page and look a lot.

It is similar to solving problems in math test papers. If you want to use spices, find the corresponding matching formula, and then use the formula to calculate the dosage of each spice.

Of course, spice dosage is just the most basic calculation problem. More advanced, similar to reasoning and arrangement of formulas, seemingly bringing Xia Yu back to the fear of being dominated by high numbers in the past.

"This kind of formula memory is similar to taking over a body!" Xia Yu was shocked.

You know, in the original Chinese novel, Mira was locked in a dark secret room for spice training by Kaiyou, the leader of the dark cuisine world for a long time.

The cooking technique of ‘spice inequality’ is actually a summary of Mira’s own experience in using spices.

Xia Yu spent 3,000 fame points, which was equivalent to directly seizing the results of Mira's training. If he could make up for the spice foundation in the next period, then it would be only a matter of time before he replaced Mira to become the spice emperor of this generation.

Expanded!

Understanding the mystery of the 'spice inequality', Xia Yu found that he had indescribable confidence in his heart. The problem that had been troubled for many days suddenly emerged. He suddenly had many inspirations for solving the problem. He immediately walked into the kitchen and prepared to apply the spice cooking skills to actual cooking.

The system comes out to fan the flames:

"Get new tasks-[The initial application of inequality]."

"Tip: Apply the 'spice inequalities' cooking skills you just learned to any kind of cuisine and present works with a score of more than 80."

“Reward: Cooking Level lv19→lv20.”

A small task that only gives cooking experience.

Even without systematic encouragement, Xia Yu decided to practice his skills.

Doudou.

When he stepped into the kitchen, his cell phone in his pocket suddenly received a message.

I took out my phone and found it was a video chat invitation, my friend "Maki Morita" from Line.

After clicking for agreement, Xia Yu glanced at the screen of the mobile phone while selecting ingredients in the refrigerator.

"A Yu..."

Morita Maki just woke up and rubbed his eyes.

She was also in room 205 of the Jixingliao, and there were people around her, including Tatsuo-ei, Kasuo Ryoko, Yoshino Yuhime, Marui Shinji, etc., either lying on the bed or on the floor. The room was filled with empty plates and wine bottles.

It seems that the tea party went smoothly.

"Do you know what time it is now? You won't go back to your room and have a good rest!" Xia Yu scolded.

"Ah--" Scan the phone to the time, Morita Maki sat upright, "It's early morning!"

She turned her head to look around and found that Ise Hui and Yukihei were not there.

"Where did Senior Ise and Yukihei Kwan go?"

"kitchen."

Xia Yu casually said that he took out a whole dissected fresh chicken from the freezer.

"What are they doing in the kitchen?" Maki stood up staggeringly.

"You'll know if you go and see."

“Yes…”

So, the somewhat confused girl brought her cell phone to the kitchen on the first floor.

The kitchen was brightly lit. Yukihei Masahira was holding her chin and sat on the dining table. Hearing the footsteps, he looked back and said, "Oh, Morita, you're awake too."

Yisehui, who was busy in front of the kitchen table, also gave a glimpse.

"Oh, Yukihei, it seems that you can't enjoy the dishes I made later."

"No, I won't eat midnight snacks."

Morita Maki sat down and waved his hand to refuse.

"Ah, Maki, are you talking to that guy again?" Yukihei Tsuma leaned over and even pushed Maki away without any awareness of being a light bulb, "Hey hey hey!"

"Hey you yarn, I'm listening, the voice is a little bit lighter!"

Xia Yu found the ingredients needed for practice and was thinking in front of the kitchen counter.

"Don't disturb me next, otherwise I'll turn off the video." Xia Yu put his phone on the cabinet, turned around to process the ingredients, and deliberately looked at the camera and told me.

Morita Maki nodded, and Yukihei Tsuma wanted to yell, but she stared at her.

"Strange, it's midnight, he still wants to cook chicken?"

Yukihei Tsuma could only lower his voice.

Morita Maki didn't say anything, put her phone on the desktop, held her cheek with both hands, and looked at the figure on the screen for a moment.

Xia's small shop kitchen.

I took a sharp kitchen knife and cut the onions in an orderly manner.

At this time, the pan placed on the stove behind him was heard. Xia Yu poured a small amount of olive oil into the pan. When the oil was hot, he put the washed raw rice grains into the pan and stir-fry them.

"What kind of rice is that?" Yukihei Tsuma was really surprised. "It's so round in shape and full in size!"

"Thai rice, Indian rice?" Morita Maki was also guessing.

Yisehui picked up the dishes she had just prepared, and a small plate of 'Spinelling Roasted Jade. He was also attracted by the screen of his mobile phone. He looked over and looked surprised: "It should be Egyptian rice..."

Um?!

Suddenly, the three people watching were all shocked.

Xia Yu did not put seasonings directly into the pot, but used a small seasoning plate to mix seasonings such as salt, cumin, black pepper, etc., and muttered something in his mouth, as if he was muttering about the dosage of each ingredient.

The rice grains were stir-fried for about ten minutes, added water, and boiled on fire. Xia Yu turned around and processed the next batch of side dishes.

This time it is to peel and cut small onions.

Iso Hui, Morita Maki and Yukihei Tsuma, saw him facing a cooking pot that had been placed on the stove for a long time. When the lid was opened, it was unexpectedly full of white steam.

Baby leaves, cardamom, cardamom, black pepper...

He kept throwing spices into the boiling water, and his movements were very fast and dazzling.

"Done!" Xia Yu clapped his hands and turned back to the kitchen counter.

Next, stuff the cooked Egyptian rice into the dissected chicken belly.

Seeing this step of handling, Morita Maki and Yukihei Tsuma exclaimed in surprise:

“It’s ‘Spicy Hokkien Egyptian Roasted Chicken’!”
Chapter completed!