Surviving this year in the world of Conan is victory Chapter 210: I like it, but we probably won’t be able to
French Stewed Chicken with Cream is a family stew that sounds dark but is actually very delicious. Fujiwara Yu can only accept pasta with cream, but now he feels that cream is not only a good partner for desserts, but also a good partner for stews.
, this is also due to the fact that during the time I lived in the United States, there were three French restaurants downstairs.
He skillfully took a tape measure to measure the measurements of the processed whole chicken. After simulating the best plan in his mind, with Hattori Heiji's stunned expression, he took out the scalpel only used by the coroner from the kitchen utensil storage bag, and then
I started to dismantle the chicken.
When Takashi Sousuke was cooking before, there was no chicken dish, so Hattori Heiji didn't know that his brother Takashi would still suffer from such a "disease" when faced with whole chickens. He even began to doubt the person in front of him.
The person is not a criminal police officer, but a coroner suffering from the sequelae of occupational diseases.
"Well, Brother Yingji..."
"You can shave all the bones clean with a scalpel, and the blade is clean. You can rest assured." Fujiwara Yudan calmly and quickly dissected the already belched chicken in front of him, and took the time to look up at Hattori Heiji.
, asked: "Is there anything else you want to ask?"
"No, I just think it's weird to cook with a scalpel." Hattori Heiji scratched his cheek, but as long as it's clean, there's no problem, and Brother Takaji doesn't dissect corpses, so boneless chicken that doesn't require spitting out bones still tastes good.
Very cool.
"fine."
Is it really okay? Have you ever seen anyone who uses a scale, tape measure, or even a scalpel when cooking?
Hattori Heiji secretly turned his back and rolled his eyes. He felt that Brother Takaji's perception of him was very subtle, just as subtle as he felt that he looked ordinary.
Maybe this is a strange way of humor, well, serious humor.
When the chicken was being fried, Hattori Heiji, who was lying on the side, couldn't control the greed in his stomach. Especially when he saw the golden chicken oil from frying the chicken skin, how could it not be fragrant when cooking with this oil?
When the diced mushrooms and onions are poured into the pot and stir-fried, you can smell the rich aroma with a hint of sweetness. Especially since Fujiwara Yu also added a large amount of white wine to enhance the aroma, it makes the surroundings even more so.
The little greedy cat felt faint.
"Brother Takaji, how long until we can have dinner?" Hattori Heiji swallowed a mouthful of glutinous cat crystals and asked.
"Come on, go watch TV for a while. Don't stare here. I'm afraid you'll drool into the pot." Fujiwara Yu said the second half of the sentence, with a little disgust in his eyes. While he was cooking,
They don't like to talk, let alone a guy next to him who almost screams from the corner of his mouth. He is simply a super-dangerous kitchen terrorist.
"Okay, I'll go right away!"
After the greedy little cat left, Fujiwara Yu placed the boneless chicken pieces that had been fried to golden brown on both sides evenly into the pot. After closing the lid and simmering for fifteen minutes, he opened the lid again and put it in.
Pour a can of cream into the pot, simmer over low heat for about ten minutes without covering the lid, and stir slightly during this period to ensure that the sauce does not sink to the bottom.
Just sprinkle a handful of chopped parsley before taking it out of the pot. It can not only enhance the flavor but also make the color of the authentic cuisine look less monotonous. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
Speaking,,,edition.]
I don’t want to wash an extra bowl, but I also think it would be nice to bring the enamel pot directly to the table, which has a more home-cooking flavor.
When Hattori Heiji saw that the French butter chicken had been finished, he served the udon noodles that had been soaked in ice water as quickly as possible. As an Osaka native, his favorite noodle is udon noodles. Just thinking about it
The sight of udon noodles covered in rich soup and being put into his mouth made him lose control of his appetite.
"I'm gonna start now!
"
The chicken that is first fried and then stewed is very tender, and all the bones have been removed, making it very convenient to eat.
Cream and white wine make the sauce rich and mellow, but the highlight is definitely the chicken fat from frying the chicken skin, which makes the sauce more fragrant and delicious.
Sure enough, there is no chance that Takaji-ge’s food won’t be delicious!
Fujiwara Yu got up and just went to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he came back, he found that one-third of the chicken nuggets in the pot were missing. He squinted his eyes and looked at Hattori Heiji who was slurping udon noodles crazily. This kid didn't eat at lunch.
Are you full? It’s like a starving ghost reincarnated.
But I had to convince Heiji Heibe that the way he ate was really appetizing. If there wasn't such a profession as an anchor yet, his image would be quite suitable for being a food blogger.
Of course, it’s limited to mukbang, so let him do it himself.
A whole chicken and a whole pot of udon noodles were completely wiped out by the two of them. Even the last spoonful of sauce at the bottom of the pot was scraped off by Hattori with the toast bread in the refrigerator - those who didn't know thought that
This piece of bread is made of rag.
"Brother Tingji, don't you want to eat the cake? What a waste if you just buy it but don't eat it."
Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this. His eyes fell on Hattori Heiji's slightly bulging belly and asked:
"Can you still eat it?"
"Of course, people have a stomach for food and a stomach for desserts. Desserts after meals are not placed in the same stomach!"
"Crooked reasoning."
Originally, he didn't like cream cakes very much. In the past few years, he bought them and gave them to his cheap neighbor. Now his cheap neighbor is a Yuanshan family. It's a bit inappropriate to give cakes to their little girls at night, so I gave them to this girl.
Those who claim to have a stomach for desserts should eat it.
Sliced strawberries are spread all over the white cream. The sweet and sour strawberries go well with the sweet cream. The chiffon cake base is also very soft, and there is a layer of yogurt pudding between the two layers of cake base. It tastes great.
Not to mention it doesn’t feel burdensome, and it’s also very refreshing.
"Takaji-nii, is your friend a female? Generally speaking, you don't buy strawberry cakes for your male friends." Hattori Heiji didn't forget to gossip while eating, and his arched eyes looked a little funny.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Are all children today very sensitive to emotions? He is indeed a guy who became enlightened in junior high school.
Fujiwara Yu sighed secretly, without any complaint in his tone:
"I cook for you and buy cakes for you to eat, but you still can't shut your mouth?"
"It's Saito Masami-san, right?"
His little thoughts were exposed directly, which made Fujiwara Yu's ears feel slightly hot. He frowned subconsciously, but then relaxed quickly. He hadn't told others his inner thoughts for a long time. Maybe this child is suitable.
Object to complain to.
Because he was just an ordinary junior high school student and would not be involved in the dark side he was coming into contact with, there was no need to worry that he would tell others about his affairs. So after careful consideration, he finally opened the door.
mouth:
"Well, today is her birthday."
Hattori Heiji didn't expect Takaji-san to answer honestly. After all, he always tried to change the subject every time he encountered this matter. Does this mean that his relationship with him has taken a step forward?
"That's true. If you like her, will you plan to pursue her?"
Even though the misunderstanding has been resolved now, there is still a high wall between them. It is not because of the organization, but because of the guilt left behind by him leaving without saying goodbye five years ago.
His ultramarine eyes were full of loneliness. He had no choice but to leave at the beginning, and he always hated saying goodbye. When he said it, he would feel a sense of farewell, just like when he said goodbye to his mother in front of the hospital bed eight years ago.
That feeling was so uncomfortable.
"I like it, but we probably won't be able to."
Hattori Heiji didn't know what happened between them, and as a junior, he couldn't say anything more. He just picked up the game controller in front of him and threw it into Takaji Sousuke's hand, raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile:
"Brother Tingji, do you want to play a game?"
"Don't cry if you lose."
"Please, I'm already a junior high school student. How can I cry like a child when I lose?!"
Fujiwara Yu just smiled and did not answer. He knew that Hattori changed the subject on purpose. Of course, his attention was quickly attracted by the game. Because he found that his game level was still as bad as when he played the claw machine, so...
Of course he was the one who lost the game, even after playing ten games and losing ten games.
"Brother Yingji, it's so boring to play with you. He died not long after we started."