Chapter 67 Like a forensic evidence dog with a keen sense of smell
Delicious food will take longer to wait, because the bursts of fragrance wafting from the kitchen have aroused the carnival of gluttons, so for the two people who are already a little hungry, the wait is hard enough.
Fujiwara Yu, who didn't know how to pass the time or what to say, had no choice but to observe the small ornaments in the store. He noticed that there were many purple flowers in the store, and the photos hanging on the walls were also full of the atmosphere of the Showa era. Most of them
They are all group photos of young couples.
Carrying the meal to the table, the stubble-bearded uncle noticed that the handsome young man was looking at the group photo on the wall. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and there was an unconcealable sense of pride in his tone:
"Boy, is my work pretty good?"
Hearing these words, Fujiwara Yu and Miyano Akemi were both a little surprised. They didn't expect that the chef could also take photos, and that his work was valuable enough to establish a photography studio.
"Can I take the liberty of asking a question?"
"Of course."
"Mr. Chef, why are there no works about you in it?"
Hearing these words, a trace of loneliness appeared in Uncle Hu's eyes. He put down his meal and sighed deeply. He looked like he was missing something. He paused for a few seconds before slowly narrating:
"I used to be a photographer, and I took loving photos of many young couples, but never of myself. And this incident has become my biggest regret, because I only discovered when I was sorting out the photo album...
There was no photo taken of my wife and I, so I am not included in these works."
The smart Fujiwara Yuu didn't have such a low EQ that he continued to poke the other person's pain. He was even a little annoyed about why he asked this question. He heard the meaning of Mr. Chef's words - the chef's wife may have passed away.
It is precisely because his wife's death means that he cannot take another group photo that it becomes the biggest regret in his life.
He has used his camera to capture countless loving moments of other couples, but he failed to capture his own sweet memories.
Miyano Akemi, who also understood the meaning, couldn't help but turn her head and look at the purple flower that resembled a five-pointed star placed on the window sill. She knew this flower, and it had a very nice name, platycodon flower.
And Platycodon Flower's words are undying love. The chef must have loved his deceased wife very much.
After Uncle Hu noticed the change in their expressions, he put his hands on his waist and said in a complaining tone:
"I said, are you two going to waste the food I worked so hard to make? Fried food should be eaten while it's hot to taste! This dish is called Wiener Schnitzel. Don't be stunned, hurry up and try my cooking.
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Uncle Beard didn't want the two young men to have their appetite affected by his story. After saying that, he stopped staying at the dining table and walked quickly towards the kitchen... The water in the pot should be boiling, and it's time to cook the next dish.
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Miyano Akemi looked at the Viennese pork cutlet in front of her, which was obviously much thinner than the Japanese fried pork cutlet. It didn't provide secret sauce or fine salt like other pork cutlet restaurants. It only had two pieces of lemon as an auxiliary. From the appearance, it looked OK.
Use "unremarkable" to describe it.
Out of respect for food, she picked up a lemon and squeezed the lemon juice evenly with anticipation. Then she picked up a knife and fork and cut the fried pork chop into a size that fit her mouth. Judging from the crispy sound of the meat being cut, the heat and frying should be
Very well prepared.
Click——
The thin steak has a very tender texture without any meaty smell. The acidity of lemon is just right, which eliminates the greasy feeling that fried food should have and makes it more delicious.
I really didn’t expect that simple cooking techniques could make the ingredients so delicious. I really underestimated the chef.
Moreover, Uncle Beard was also very precise in timing the meals. After they finished enjoying the fried pork chops, he immediately served egg yolk bacon noodles that didn’t look too bad. It seems that today’s meals are all Western-style.
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"I specially made it with Guanciale, not the American bacon used by those stingy chefs." After putting down the plate, the stubble-bearded uncle did not forget to diss those restaurant chefs who lowered the taste in order to save costs.
Fujiwara Yu picks up the fork with his left hand and rolls up the pasta easily and skillfully and puts it into his mouth. The chewy pasta is covered with rich sauce. The combination of egg yolk and Parmesan cheese will never disappoint. Among them, the person responsible for
The seasoned Italian pancetta has turned into a crispy texture, and the fat is overflowing when you take one bite.
The highlight of the egg yolk bacon noodles is definitely the large amount of black pepper particles sprinkled before presentation. The unique aroma and charming spiciness successfully reduce the greasiness caused by the sauce and fat, which also makes Miyano, who is concerned about calories,
Minmei relieves the "guilt" of consuming large amounts.
"Sure enough, the taste made with Guanciale is different, and the oil aroma is more obvious." Yu Fujiwara, who grew up overseas, is naturally no stranger to pasta. However, after living in Tokyo, it has been a long time since he tasted authentic pasta.
Miyano Akemi noticed Fujiwara Yuu's standard American pronunciation, and he was very proficient in eating Western food, so she had some vague guesses in her mind. She put down her knife and fork and used a napkin to cover the grease at the corners of her mouth, nodded in agreement:
"Yeah, now I'm looking forward to what the dessert will be~"
"It should have something to do with Apple, right?" Fujiwara Yu wrinkled his nose after saying that, with a serious expression like a forensics dog at a crime scene. Then, as if he had found useful information, he reasoned seriously: "And
The smell of meringue, combined, should be apple pie."
"Hey? Can you smell the food?" Miyano Akemi said a little surprised.
When the stubble-bearded uncle brought the apple pie that he had been making since the beginning, Fujiwara Yu waited until the uncle left and then raised his brows and crossed his arms over his chest. There was uncontrollable pride on his face. He said with a smile at the corner of his mouth:
"I'm right, it's indeed apple pie, but it looks a little weird."
Miyano Shiho couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering, because in her eyes, Fujiwara-kun's proud little expression, combined with the thoughts just now, would turn into the look of a big dog wagging its tail and begging for praise after completing a certain goal, so she controlled
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.
"I saw it when I was researching desserts. It should be called Normandy apple pie, which is an authentic French apple pie."
"That's it."
Fujiwara Yu, who is used to eating American apple pie, has never tasted Normandy apple pie. He picked up a fork and cut off a small piece to taste carefully because he doesn't like desserts that are too sweet. The "heavyweight guest" in front of him was so light.
Looking at the appearance, it seems not simple.
However, after tasting it, he discovered that it was not as greasy as he imagined. Instead, the baked apple had a unique slightly sour taste, and the addition of a little cinnamon powder successfully made the sweetness less burdensome.
"It seems like this is your type?"
Hearing Saito Masami's question, Fujiwara Yu smiled and shrugged, and said in a relaxed tone:
"Well, my standard for desserts is - not very sweet, but delicious."