[Comprehensive] Su Ying's Spirit of Eating Halberds

The so-called revolutions are not always carried out in a favorable direction, and history often goes backwards in the name of progress.

The secularized country returned to the rule of theology, the dynasty was restored in the process of social modernization, and the republican and democratic system was replaced by individualism. While the rolling wheels were retreating, they also crushed the bones of many people.

But no matter how other people react, whether they are stalking or colluding, there will always be someone who grits their teeth and keeps silent, holding on to the handlebars and forging ahead, tearing a path out of the shady scene alone.

Just like Yuanyue's spine.

There is no other way to resolve the differences in beliefs and irreconcilable contradictions except to decide the winner with dishes in the arena of eating halberds.

This is the chef's war.

"Mackerel." Ibuzaki Jun bowed his head, glanced lightly, and had a plan in his mind at the moment, then turned his head to look at the two groups on the other side.

Over there, Isshiki Hui and Xing Ping Chuangzhen were extracting ingredients for their duel.

"Those two people don't seem to have met each other much..." Su Ying, who was sitting on the spectator stand, held her chin, "Do you know me, Senior Jiu?"

Jiu Wo Zhaoji, who was lazily lying on the backrest, got up and looked at it, and casually said in a casual tone: "Oh, that's a student at the same level as us."

"A sophomore student? No wonder I haven't seen it before..." Yuanyue's senior year is really bad. There are three new top ten candidates in the by-election, two sophomores and one freshman. do what.

"Don't worry..." Jiu Wo Zhaoji crossed Erlang's legs and waved his hands, as if pointing Jiangshan, "Those two are a piece of cake."

"But, that Kabagi Shoko is the fifth seat, even higher than your original ranking, senior!"

"... Su Ying, shut up."

Takmi, who was close to them, twitched the corners of his mouth. These two guys are really relaxed...

"That's Ji Zhiguo Ningning." Su Ying looked at the braided girl who was confronting Xingping Chuangzhen in the arena, "I heard it's very powerful, isn't it?"

She is quite good-looking, with the air of a literary girl, but her face is a little too cold, like everyone owes her 1000 million.

"Well, it's very powerful." Kuga Teruki, who has always been arrogant, must also face up to the strength of Kinoko Ningning, "Kinokoku is a culinary family that has stretched from the Edo period to the present. The level of a pure-blooded noble."

"Pure-blooded nobles? Senior, have you watched too much Harry Potter recently?"

"Cough...don't interrupt." Jiu Wo skipped the topic unnaturally according to Ji, "Ji Zhiguo Ningning is the heir of that family's generation."

"Oh...that's it..." Su Ying nodded, "Then what is she best at?"

"As long as that kid Xinghei doesn't get soba noodles, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Before Jiu Wo Zhaoji could finish speaking, I heard the host below shouting.

"Soba noodles! The ingredients for the duel between Soma Kohei and Ning Ning Kinokuni are - soba noodles!"

"Senior Ning Ning crush him!!"

"Get rid of that bastard!"

"Xing Ping Chuangzhen, you just wait to die!"

The shouts of the melon-eaters off the court suddenly became enthusiastic, as if they felt that the game was a sure win.

"..."

Facing Su Ying's gaze, Jiu Wo Zhaoji covered his face, "It doesn't matter what you think, hey!"

But having said that, Su Ying doesn't think that Xing Ping Chuangzhen will lose even if it is the cuisine that the opponent is best at.

The endless spooky ideas, endless imagination, and unique creativity and design make him in a situation where no matter who he faces, he will not lose the wind.

As an enemy, he will be the most difficult opponent, and as a teammate, he will be the most reassuring partner.

The topic of Isshiki's draw is eels.

"Senior Yishi, come on!" Su Ying held her hands in the shape of a trumpet, and shouted along with the people in Jixing Liao beside her, but the voice fell into the cheering sound of the central food agency that filled the venue, like a cat thrown into the deep sea. A stone disappeared in an instant.

But Yisehui at the venue seemed to hear the cry, turned around, and waved at them.

"Senior, are you serious about cooking..." Seeing Isshihui who was more relaxed than Jiu Wo Zhaoji lying on the chair, Su Ying felt a little headache.

"Don't worry, Isshiki him, last year was the fifth seat." Jiuga Zhaoji said.

"The fifth seat?" Su Ying heard of such a thing for the first time.

"Well, I took the fifth seat in my first year of high school. At that time, everyone thought that he would take advantage of the victory and pursue it, and this year he would reach the top three seats..." Jiu Wo Zhaoji paused, "But I didn't expect him to fall all the way to seventh. "

"Senior, he doesn't seem to care much about rankings and seats."

Compared with eating halberds, he seems to prefer to grow vegetables and touch fish with everyone in the field behind Yuanyue.

In short, it is the diametrically opposite type to the militant Xing Ping Chuangzhen.

"But no one has ever dared to underestimate him." Jiuga Teruji looked at the situation off the court, "Well, he is burning charcoal."

It looks like it's ready to grill eel.

Although Senior Isshiki has always been foolish and likes to wear 〇-body aprons, he is very reliable at critical moments, so Su Ying felt relieved and turned her attention to Ibuzaki Jun.

"It's mackerel..."

Mackerel, also known as mackerel, is a delicious sea fish that has entered Kyoto recipes since the Nara period.

The ingredients provided by Totsuki Academy at the venue are naturally first-class, and autumn is the time when the mackerel is the most plump. Looking at the spindle-shaped mackerel in the hands of Jun Ibuzaki with a turquoise luster on the skin, people are looking forward to it What kind of food will be made after that.

"Mackerel, you can grill it with salt, boil it, or make it into sushi." Hisaga Teruki said, "I just don't know what he will make."

"If it's Yiwu Qijun..." Su Ying couldn't help chuckling, "Of course it's smoke."

"Smoke?" Jiuga Zhaoji was not familiar with the purple-haired boy, so he was a little surprised.

The history of smoked cuisine even surpasses the existence of human beings.

Maybe you will find it incredible when you hear such a statement at first, but in the jungle where the fallen leaves are piled up, the sky fire turns the layers of branches and leaves into ashes, and the taste of ripening in the smoky fire in the raging flames is the earliest smoke. Smoked dishes.

This is an inspiration from nature. Smoked ingredients can be preserved for a long time, so this ancient food processing method can be carried forward. In Europe in the Middle Ages, people hung fish in the sea on the chimney to smoke them into fish. In Asia, the pork and beef slaughtered during the Chinese New Year are burned into bacon with pine and cypress branches.

After the invention of the refrigerator, the preservation of food has become more convenient, and smoked cooking has lost the purpose of preserving ingredients, but smoking still continues to be preserved and flourished as a method of adding fragrance.The smoked salmon from Austria, the pastrami from the Sichuan and Sichuan regions, and the classic bacon from the British Peninsula are all smoked to taste in the world of celebrities.

In Japan, smoked cuisine has a long history. In the hands of cooks who are proficient in smoke, the curling light smoke adds different and moving smoky aromas to ordinary food due to the different types of burning plants. .Apple wood from Izu, light yellow pear wood from Hakone, black walnut wood from Ikebukuro, or Gyokuro from Okabe Town, scented tea from Shizuoka, the white smoke that floats from the grass and trees at your fingertips when burning adheres to the surface of the ingredients, keeping the warmth Comes with incense sticks as well.

Jun Ibuzaki carefully selected his own smoking materials, and he had already prepared a series of materials before the start of the competition.

"For bacon, it is natural to use wood, and fruit wood is the best. Flower petals are the best for smoked chicken and duck. Rose, lavender, jasmine, or fresh and light tea are also the best choices." As a smoker The master of Xun, Jun Ibuzaki is very familiar with this knowledge, "As for sea fish..."

"Of course it is."

He opened a bag, and the vibrant, fresh scent burst out, revealing the leaves.

It's a bay leaf.

Bay leaf with a faint licorice aroma is very suitable for smoking fish.

Of course, it's not just that, basil, sage, thyme... all kinds of spices were taken out one after another by him, and piled up on the table to form a hill.

"Heh... are you planning to imitate that guy Ha Shanliang?" Standing opposite him, Shoko Kasaki, who was wearing a baseball cap, sneered.

"I won't imitate anyone."

The young man's tone was indifferent, but there was a firm determination in his words.

"In this school, there is not only one person who knows how to use vanilla."

"It's really interesting..." Hayama Ryo, who was sitting on the spectator stand, looked at the spices Ibuzaki Jun chose with great interest. He, who was soaked in vanilla, had already remembered these aromas in his heart, so he could simulate them in his brain. Although there may be differences in the mixed smell due to the difference in main ingredients and proportions, overall it should be roughly the same.

"Hmph..." Ryo Kurokiba, who was sitting next to him, had a look of displeasure, "I really want to play in person."

"Okay, let's take a good look at it." Ye Shanliang thought for a while, and roughly figured out the routine used by Yiwu Qijun, "I think it's okay..."

If the full score is 70, from his point of view, it is probably more than [-] points.

After all, when it comes to the grasp of spices, in this school, I am afraid that no one is a match for Ye Shanliang.

But then, Ye Shanliang frowned.

"He threw the spices into the stove?"

Here's to doing...

"Smoked mackerel?"

Like telepathy, the teenager in the venue raised his head, and his smoky purple eyes looked at him from a distance.

Then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

In terms of spices, he is actually a master.

The author has something to say:

Already... forgot what I wrote before.

So I ran to the front and took a look, and I couldn't help but feel hot eyes-I wrote something in a mess before...

It took me two days to sort out my thoughts, and I slowly found my feelings. Finally, I updated a chapter. Well, I delayed the update of the cat house, and the third season seems to be coming out, ==