The two girls stood on the left and right, but they did not dare to get too close to the stove and the red pot.

One vacuum sterile bottle containing egg liquid has clear egg yolks inside. The egg white has been removed by Xia Yu before and stored. The other is served on the plate, and the "gem diced meat" with a scent of fragrance still appears.

Swish!

Swish!

He waved the spatula with both hands, and the boy looked focused. Although the pot was covered with flames, it was difficult for the naked eye to see the rice inside, but he seemed to be in control of everything. His strong confidence aura made Gin Dojima and Ichiro Takashimachi lost his voice.

What will he do next?

Pour diced meat and egg liquid directly?

Because he didn't know the situation of rice, even Zhu Qing, as a chef, was confused.

The flame not only blocks the sight, but also blocks the chef's senses.

Simply put, if Zhu Qing was in front of the stove, he might have to watch the rice burned by the flames and burnt.

"If you use 'qi'..."

Suddenly, a trace of turbulence appeared in Zhu Qing's eyes.

"Dice meat, pour it!"

The boy said.

The childhood sweetheart, who was waiting for the battle, immediately stepped forward, the plate tilted, and the meat fell down one by one, and disappeared into the flames in the blink of an eye. The girl turned her face and retreated with sweat.

"Egg liquid, pour it!"

Another golden-retriever girl came up, and her face was also filled with sweat, but she bit her lips and poured out the last drop of egg liquid.

During this period, Xia Yu never stopped waving the shovel and spoon.

The higher the temperature, the faster the pounding. Otherwise, the ingredients will be in contact with the red inner wall of the iron pot for more than half a second, and there will be no room for rescue.

But it's not just the inner wall that will make the ingredients burn.

The flames on the pot are also burning and roasting ingredients, so the rice, diced meat and egg liquid in the Chinese iron pot are simply under the high temperature on both sides. It is no wonder that chef Zhu Qing, Lin, felt it difficult. In this case, if it were not the owner of special skills, they were wasting precious taboo ingredients.

“Huh?!”

Nakirina held the empty vacuum bottle tightly and stepped back, but Hikaru stared at Xia Yu's rotating right arm and let out a surprise.

Yes.

The arm is rotating while holding the spatula.

This technique of drawing circles in vaguely gives a group of relatives and friends a strong sense of familiarity.

"Ah, isn't this the pastry cooking skill?" Tasoe and Morita Maki were also surprised.

"Can "Bai Luo Snake Refining" still be used like this?"

Zhu Qing's little mouth simply opened to its limit.

But Aya Kata Kawagawa suddenly said: "A few months ago, in the special assessment, he also used similar techniques to cook "The Four Gods of Bliss Porridge". At that time, the pot was as hot as the pot, and the similar rotation and circle drawing skills were to make the ingredients move in a rapid rotation, so as to avoid staying in a warm area for too long and zooming."

"It turns out to be a small way to control the temperature!" Kazuo Ichiro nodded.

For some reason, Nakiri Thistle looked at the young man holding a spatula and pounding fried rice in a red pot, and was like a cursive script master who was writing on the ground, giving people a harmonious sense of rhythm.

The demeanor of the master!

The head strangely jumped out of this evaluation.

Nakiri Thistle's face twitched.

"alright!"

The boy suddenly said, everyone was surprised, but he saw the boy holding a spatula in his hands and waved it hard, so a shining ball of shining light broke through the flames on the pot surface and landed in the container that had been prepared near the stove.

Swish, the spatula waved again, and the second ball of hot fried rice was wrapped in flames, drawing a wonderful arc and landing down.

This cycle.

The spatula was waving more than a dozen times in just a few seconds.

When the last ball of fried rice left the red pot with flames, Xia Yu's arms suddenly fell, tensing his muscles for about half an hour, and his nerves finally relaxed at this moment.

"It's done!"

After throwing away the spatula and looking at the fried rice in the stainless steel container, Xia Yu's face suddenly had a smile.

"have a look!"

Zhu Qing was the first to flash.

"There is no burnt smell!"

Smelling the smell coming from his nose, Gin Dojima, Chikarachi Ichiro looked at each other in surprise, and then strode forward to the cooking table.

"It really worked out?!"

Nakiri was suspicious. When he approached again, the table was surrounded by a group of people. The ghost father had no choice but to tiptoe to the table. Suddenly, it seemed as if he had seen a terrifying scene. Nakiriri's body was shocked.

In the crowd, Xia Yu was just laughing as he listened to the noisy discussion.

Picking up the first porcelain bowl, Maki Morita handed him a spoon, and Xia Yu took the spoon and took a large spoon of fried rice in the container. In an instant, the kitchen became quiet, and everyone's eyes gathered on the crystal clear fried rice in the spoon.

Dice meat and rice.

Moreover, the dishes are obviously different from the "Golden Inlaid Jade".

This time, the fried rice, diced meat and rice grains seemed to be covered with a layer of flames.

But if you look closely, this coat does not exist, it seems to be just an illusion.

"Is it hallucination?"

Looking at the Xia feathered bowl, everyone swallowed their saliva.

"Who do you want it?"

Xia Yu handed out a bowl containing fried rice.

"I'll do it first!" Zhu Qing shouted, and snatched the porcelain bowl. She even brought her own small spoon. While taking the bowl, she scooped up a bite of fried rice and placed it in her eyes to observe.

"oh--"

I couldn't help but sigh.

After looking up close, Zhu Qing understood what the "flame coat" I just saw was actually just a thin layer of grease, but it cannot be ignored. The grease is clear and vaguely shining with flames, adding a lot of color to the dishes.

But is it just decoration?

Swallow with questions!

"Cough, cough cough!"

Her fair and pretty face turned red in an instant. Zhu Qing held the rice in her mouth and caught off guard. She seemed to swallow an explosive volcano. She immediately bent down and coughed violently, sweating like rain. She looked even more painful than filling pepper water.

Hu, Hu.

But soon, Zhu Qing freed up his hand to pat his large-scale breasts and refused to support Tian So-hui and Tamakawa Misa.

"No, no."

He said vaguely that Zhu Qing was chewing rice grains seriously.

Titicaca.

A crisp sound of brokenness.

The diced meat was broken, and the juice seemed to penetrate into the pores. Zhu Qing's delicate body trembled and continued to chew.

The rice grains wrapped in egg coat were broken.

The crispy aroma of eggs and rice broke through her mouth and nose. She let out a breath of heat, then put the porcelain bowl, and the spoon was left in the bowl, and she covered her face and ran away. A slightly panic sound came from the corridor:

"I'll go to the bathroom and don't touch my bowl..."

A few drops of fragrant sweat sprinkled in the air.

Everyone looked at each other.

Xia Yu laughed secretly, the golden frame bursting flame is invincible, it turns out that it has been overdose.

The dosage of medicine that even Chef Lin can't stop.

He took the porcelain bowl again, filled the second bowl of hot rice, and glanced at his relatives and friends with his own pure eyes, "...Who do you want it?"

A group of people couldn't help but be afraid to retreat.

Seeing Zhu Qing's tasting reaction, everyone hesitated.

"I'll do it!"

"I want!"

Two crisp voices almost at the same time.

People look at the golden retriever Erina, and then at the black Maki Morita with long straight hair.

The two of them seemed to be competing, looking at each other, with a strange flash in their eyes.
Chapter completed!