I'm a dragon sparrow in Tokyo

Chapter 55 Hagiwara Sho

Daiko Hagiwara worked overtime, so Jiang Xu had to take the tram back by himself.

Thirty minutes later, Jiang Xu, who had just arrived at the door and was about to open it, suddenly heard Qingye's voice behind the door, as if talking to someone.

He intentionally made the sound of turning the keys louder, and after waiting for a while, Jiang Xu pushed the door open and entered.

Aoba stood in front of the dining table in the living room. On the table was a black bag, and three pairs of six chickens and ducks of different breeds that had been plucked and were completely naked.

Seeing Jiang Xu coming in, she tilted her head and nodded slightly, then immediately turned her head to look at the phone screen, which was in a video call.

And the person she was talking to was a mature man in a white chef's uniform.

"Aoba sauce, is your mother back?"

"No, Mom will definitely work overtime today, and the one who returned is the Xia Guo exchange student I told you who stayed at our house." Qingye shook her head and said.

"Haha, really! It sounds like a fate, he is an exchange student from Xia Guo to Sakurajima, and I am also an exchange student from Sakurajima to Daxia." Sho Hagiwara, who is opposite the camera, smiled heartily.

Jiang Xu changed into his slippers, walked into the living room, pointed to himself, and then pointed to her mobile phone, meaning he was asking Aoba if he wanted to say hello to the opposite party.

Unexpectedly, Aoba glanced at him from the corner of the eye, picked up the phone and pointed it at him.

"Well, it's this guy, you two meet up."

Eh!
Jiang Xu and Hagiwara Sho on the opposite side were taken aback at the same time, looking at each other in front of the screen.

The first reactions of the two were also the same.

This person's appearance is actually only a little worse than mine? !

Jiang Xu came to his senses first, and politely greeted the camera: "Hello Uncle Hagiwara, it's the first time we meet, my name is Jiang Xu."

"Well, Xu-kun, hello when we meet for the first time. I am Aoba's father, Hagiwara Sho."

Sho Hagiwara on the opposite side also nodded in greeting.

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After saying hello, both of them were waiting for the other to speak first.

As a result, no one opened their mouths, and stared at each other through the camera, and the scene was a little awkward for a while.

Aoba showed a helpless expression, who asked to let himself take a good look at the one that was talked about every day.

Shaking her head, she turned the phone around, refocused the camera on the dining table, and asked.

"Okay, the greetings are over, let's start today's cooking."

"What is it that you sent back across the ocean, and you asked me to buy three pairs of fresh whole chickens and ducks. What kind of tricks are you playing?"

Aoba said unceremoniously.

It can be seen that the relationship between her and her father is extremely close, and she communicates more as a friend when getting along.

"Haha, it's time to reveal the secret. Aoba, you can open the package now."

Hearing this, Aoba was about to put the phone back on the table to unpack the package.

Seeing this, Jiang Xu took a step forward and said, "Otherwise, let me help."

"Well, then thank you."

Aoba thought for a while, then nodded.

On the other hand, he took a step back, zoomed out the lens of his mobile phone, and broadcast live.

Jiang Xu picked up the black package on the table and weighed it. It was a bit cold, as if it had been frozen with ice packs, and weighed about 7.3 kilograms.

Cut the bag with scissors, a layer of ice pack appeared in front of him, unfolded the rolled ice pack, and two lean, white-skinned and hairless ducks appeared in front of them.

The tip of Qingye's nose moved slightly, and he said with some uncertainty: "Salt bittern, is this the famous dish of Jinling for thousands of years, salted duck?"

"That's right." Sho Hagiwara nodded in satisfaction, he could see very clearly that the package on Jiang Xu's side hadn't been opened yet, and Aoba could tell what the ingredients were just by the aftertaste.

It seems that after he left, Aoba's control over her own abilities has gone a step further.

"I was recently transferred to the branch in Jinling Ancient City to study. When I came here, the first dish I tasted was this tea duck."

Sho Hagiwara showed a happy expression, "The reputation is indeed well-deserved, so according to the agreement, I sent you a pair of freshly made salted ducks as soon as possible."

"Really, thank you Dad!"

Aoba's eyes lit up, as a chef, she naturally has no resistance to all kinds of delicacies.

She has long coveted salted duck, a famous summer dish.

"However, Aoba sauce, after you eat the duck, you have to help dad cook some experimental dishes!"

Hagiwara Sho smiled, revealing his true purpose.

"Sakurajima's duck breeds are not the same as those popular in Daxia, and the taste is also very different. Based on the inspiration I got from the production method of salted duck, and the research results in Daxia during this period, I summed up and deduced a An immature recipe, help me try the effect."

"Sure, but do you think your idea might apply to chicken?"

Aoba didn't understand.

"I don't know, but even if I don't prompt you, you'll try it yourself later, won't you?"

Hagiwara Sho smiled slightly, with the look of knowing a girl better than her father.

Aoba puffed up her face, but did not refute, she would indeed do this.

Her nose has been extremely sensitive to various smells since she was a child.

This is a proud talent, but more often than not it is a heavy burden.

For the average person, the world is tasteless most of the time.

But for those with a keen sense of smell, it is much more complicated, but this is not a good thing.

Although you can also smell some good smells that ordinary people can't experience, there are much more disgusting smells.

She might smell one scent and be able to smell three or even four.

Therefore, Hagiwara Sho, who is both a chef and a father, decided to lead Aoba to bring her talent to the kitchen.

Pure gourmet food has only the most attractive fragrance without any peculiar smell.

Fortunately, Aoba also yearned for a chef since she was a child because of her father.

And after years of talent development.

In Aoba's consciousness, the smells of various ingredients have become modules with special connections with each other.

Dishes with a high degree of completion are like natural white jade sculptures. Even if there are certain defects, they are still beautiful.

In contrast, unfinished dishes, in Aoba's perception, are like a bunch of model works with weird collocations and extremely uncoordinated.

If it is some particularly complicated dishes, she may only be able to detect the inconsistency, but she can't tell where it is.

But for some simple, newly developed dishes.

She can easily detect contradictions, flaws, and repetitions, and can fill in the smell modules she has felt.

Just like a Lego man sees a model that has only been roughly assembled, he can instantly think of dozens of hundreds of subsequent assembly methods for this rough-assembled model in his mind, and perfect it into various from the outside, Creatures with absolutely no connection.

Compare Aoba's feelings on this experimental recipe.

Not only chickens, but if the inspiration strikes her, she will not let go of geese, pigeons, mountain doves, etc.

Be sure to experiment with the inspiration in your mind before giving up.

What's even more rare is that each of Aoba's inspirations is theoretically feasible, and the aroma of the final dishes will definitely not be bad.

As for the taste, well, it can only be said to have a certain guiding significance.

In short, it is much stronger than ordinary people who can only try randomly.

"So, you're going to help Uncle Hagiwara experiment with recipes today, so why don't you eat halberds?"

Jiang Xu understood what they meant, and said to Aoba with a regretful expression that the leeks had run away.

Qing Ye failed to see through Jiang Xu's true thoughts, and only thought that it was a pity that he couldn't eat the halberd today, but instead said with a hint of comfort: "Today is the most, tomorrow I can experiment at school during the day, and continue to eat the halberd at night! "

"Eating halberds? By the way, Qingye, do you two eat halberds every day? Why don't you tell Dad about such an interesting thing?"

Hagiwara Sho on the other end of the phone said with great interest.

"I'm very interested in the mapo tofu that Daizi mentioned earlier that impressed her, and the fried buns that can induce synesthesia! Jiang Xujun, did you develop these dishes yourself?"

Qing Ye rolled her eyes, even if she didn't talk about it, wouldn't Dai Zi tell it all, what's the difference?

"Ma Po Tofu was a chance when I was in China. I learned it from a mother-in-law surnamed Liu. Her face was slightly numb, so she was called Mapo by the neighbors. The way she created Mapo tofu, I think it can be called a famous dish of Sichuan cuisine."

"Famous Sichuan cuisine! This is an amazing title."

Hagiwara Sho chuckled, and didn't care about this statement, only because Jiang Xu liked this dish very much, he highly praised it.

"The dish I made two days ago was limited by the seasoning in Sakurajima, so I haven't made all the flavors yet."

"Uncle Hagiwara, if you have all the ingredients, you can definitely make a more authentic and delicious mapo tofu."

"Can it be stronger?!"

Aoba said in disbelief.

She personally tasted the mapo tofu made by Jiang Xu the day before yesterday. To this day, when she recalled the taste, she still felt a tingling sensation on the tip of her tongue, which stimulated the nerves of taste.

Stronger, more intensely flavored mapo tofu makes her scalp tingle just thinking about it.

But in the bottom of my heart, I couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation.

"Yes."

Jiang Xu nodded. The mapo tofu he made before was not a systematic recipe, but he made it from memory.

Just as Aoba questioned, Jiang Xu, a person who lived in Chu Mansion in this life and previous life, did not restore the whole essence of authentic Sichuan cuisine Mapo Tofu.

His method of making mapo tofu may be quite authentic, but due to the lack of some seasonings, the taste is biased towards the former island country version of mapo tofu, which does not make the real taste.

The top mapo tofu is said to have eight flavors: hemp, spicy, hot, fragrant, crisp, tender, fresh, lively, and colorful.

And his only made the five flavors of color, fragrance, numbness, spicy, and hot.

Although mapo tofu is a famous dish, it is still impossible for ordinary people to understand its mystery.

The reason why Jiang Xu is so clear is that he learned about it in this chapter of a novel called "Tokyo Dragon Sparrow" in his previous life.

"As for the fried buns, it is indeed my own recipe."

The recipes I picked up, the fillings are also adjusted by myself, how can it be counted as my own.

"Jiang Xujun, you mean to pass on the recipe of Mapo Tofu to me?! This is too precious, I can't accept it."

Hearing the meaning of Jiang Xu's words, Hagiwara Sho showed a serious face.

He was indeed more interested in this mapo tofu after hearing Daizi's description, but he never thought about the recipe for this dish.

As for fried buns, there are also in this world, so he didn't care much about them.

I'm just a little interested in Jiang Xu's heart-cooking skills.

Although it is said that after entering the modern society, the communication between chefs about cooking skills and recipes is much more than in the past, and countless new dishes have been developed as a result.

But some original recipes are like patents, which have huge benefits, and no one is willing to share them with others for free.

Hagiwara Sho concluded that this mapo tofu dish is a dish of high value and may become popular for a while only through Daizi's description.

The chef named Ma Po was willing to teach Jiang Xu this dish, maybe there was something in Jiang Xu that moved her.

But he Hagiwara Sho is not a villain who covets other people's recipes.

Aoba listened to their conversation, hesitated to speak, with a conflicted expression.

Mapo tofu contains the possibility of ultimate spicy and delicious fragrance, which is just an extreme temptation for her.

However, what her father said was also true, she must not have improper ideas about other people's recipes.

But this person was Jiang Xu, and she had the urge to just take it.

"Uncle Hagiwara, it can be said that it is Mapo's lifelong wish to promote this dish. Anyone can learn as long as they are willing."

Jiang Xu glanced at the prompt that popped up suddenly by the system again, and said.

[Promotion of dishes, if someone uses this dish to win in duels such as food halberds, the player can get a certain percentage of victory point rewards.After the promotion reaches a certain level, the destiny point can be increased]

"Then I have to get the consent of this Ma Po first." Hagiwara Sho still shook his head.

Jiang Xu interrupted him and said, "Uncle Hagiwara, if you create a dish named after yourself, you hope that this dish will be popularized, and it will still be hidden by others, and finally forgotten in time."

Hagiwara Sho was silent, Jiang Xu's words touched his heart.

His own goal in life is to leave a dish that can be handed down, and he can understand this feeling very well.

"Ma Po is gone, but I think as long as this dish is popularized, she will live forever. What do you think, Uncle Xiang?"

Jiang Xu continued, and at the same time raised the index finger of his left hand to Qingye, which meant that he was about to use the right of yesterday's halberd winner.

Qingye was stunned for a moment, complexion suddenly appeared in her heart, but on the surface she waved her fist in dissatisfaction at Jiang Xu, meaning that you actually asked me to do such a thing! ! !

Jiang Xu chuckled, anyway, he didn't know where to use the opportunity of the winner, so it's better to use it here.

After expressing his dissatisfaction, Aoba straightened his face and said.

"Father, I think Jiang Xujun's words are right. Isn't this kind of thing a chef's lifelong pursuit? If you can make your ideal Sakurajima cuisine, you will choose to make it public."

Aoba's words became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel in Sho Hagiwara's heart.

He said with a straight face: "Since this is the case, I will be disrespected. I swear by my way of being a chef, I will do my best to promote this dish!"

"Thank you, Uncle Xiang!"

Jiang Xu smiled slightly. In fact, he didn't have any ulterior motives in doing this. He just hoped that this delicacy from the previous life would be able to re-bloom the brilliance it should have in this delicacy that disappeared due to changes in the historical line.

Of course, it would be even better if he could take the opportunity to gain a little more victory points.

　Thanks to the two big guys 'Al Heqiu' and 'Hao jy' for the reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)