Chapter 468: : Sapporo Food Festival

sound!
Why is there no sound!
After frying eight or nine stuffed dough on the kitchen counter, Xia Yu rubbed her hair with a distressed expression.
It seems that the problem is not in the degree of stuffing, but there are serious problems elsewhere.
Aunt Zhu Qing has tasted several consecutive failures and is half full.
"What are you worrying about?"
Her elbows were propped up on the dining table not far away, holding her pink cheeks and looking at Xia Yu pacing back and forth. It seemed very interesting.
Xia Yu shook his head and cut a dim sum out of the pan with a knife.
The strong fragrance leaked out, but Xia Yu focused on the internal structure of the snack, not caring about the fragrance.
Picking up a crumbly fried beef cube in the wreckage, Xia Yu secretly said: "This thing is the source of the sound of the food. Simply put, it is similar to the steel ball in the rattle. If it collides with the inner wall, it will sound tinkling. Clear sound..."
He sinks his heart and once again punches the core of the golden recipe—
sound!
When it comes to sound, you have to mention the principle.
The sound is actually laid out when the flour is blended.'Baking soda powder' is a step of dark chess. This material can make the snacks filled with fillings expand quickly when they enter the oil pan and are wrapped in hot oil-in During the expansion, the cracks opened wide, and the oil poured into the interior, which made the inner wall quickly harden. At the same time, the hardened beef cubes would collide with the inner wall during the change of air pressure when the dim sum was released. The sound came from this.
After carefully sorting out, Xia Yu's mentality was more and more frustrated.
"Sure enough, golden recipes are not so easy to control. Even the relatively simple principle of "Golden Open Smile", the requirements for details are extremely perverted...from materials to technical links, there are too many places to pay attention to."
Xia Yu simply found paper and pen to record the experience of this failure, and was rigorous.
He didn't believe he could not eat this bone!
...
After two days.
Snapped!
Wearing a peaked cap, which is quite different from the previous suit, Doji silver in casual clothes is sweeping a white ball into the hole at a private golf course in Okurayama.
"Haha, I won, Zong Wei!"
Dojima Yin leaned over and touched the ball, walking towards Yachi Zongwei, Yaowu Yangwei.
"The leader of your team, I really have the leisure to find me out to play golf!" Ai Qizongwei has a bitter grudge. Anyone who has left behind his wife and the molecular research in which she is interested will be abused when he comes out to play. That mood must be very unhappy.
Doji silver, who was in a good mood, glanced at the villa under the mountain and suddenly said: "That kid has been in Sapporo for two days. It seems that he has never left the villa. Let's take a step outside?"
Mentioning this, Ye Qizongwei admired it.
"Yeah, at sixteen, life is at two points-the bedroom and the kitchen are much more diligent than I was back then." Azumi Zongweimu smiled, "Erina was called by him to help these two days. No complaints..."
Are you delving into new recipes?
Dojima Silver and Tatsuki Zongwei looked at each other and were curious.
"correct!"
Azuki Zongwei frowned slightly, "Isn't Seongichiro yet?"
"He actually went to Hokkaido long ago, but he hunted for ingredients in the mountainous area of ​​Asahikawa City and joined us in two days."
"The list you submitted to the tournament committee, is he?"
"of course."
"At least five special chefs teamed up... three wins in five innings, as long as they can win three victories, you can send anyone to play." Yachi Zongwei is very relaxed, talented Pau Ichiro is here, and the team of Yuanyue basically locks the number. The top few in a stage.
"Can't be careless!"
Dojima silver shook his head, "That man, come back!"
"Who?"
"The exiled..."
Hearing the words, Azumi Zongwei suddenly squeezed the golf club, and the back of his hand burst.
The perspective returns to the villa's kitchen.
Xia Yu's tired apron was lifted off, but the corners of her mouth could indicate that she was in a good mood.
"Thank you, Erina!"
He sincerely thanked the heroes, "With the help of your tongue, I can make reluctant dishes."
Yes.
After two days of thinking about it, the vocal "Golden Open Smile" finally came out.
The system determines 60% completion and 60 points.
She cut Rina staring at the golden dough on the plate, her voice disappeared long ago, but she was not too willing to eat such a very interesting noodle.
"Ayu--"
At this moment, with the sound of running footsteps, a excited voice came.
The younger aunt, who is more energetic than the girl, came with a fragrant wind, "Go and go, you promised me two days ago, and those who went out together today can't regret it."
Xia Yu was speechless for a while.
He was bothered by harassment and perfunctory.
Temporarily conquer "Golden Open Smile", as well as the killing recipes of Indira and Dojima Silver!
There must be another popular "must kill" card, Xia Yu tells himself this way, otherwise, what would he do to compete with the top batch of special chefs in the culinary circles of various countries? Rely on the one-off "Peacock Dance"? Where to find the ingredients!
However, the string cannot be stretched all the time.
The competition started three days later, and Xia Yu also wanted to relax before the fierce battle.
"Okay, change your clothes."
Xia Yu nodded gently.
"But declare in advance, auntie, give me some normal clothes, don't wear those clothes of your chivalrous cos, I don't want to be watched!"
He screamed again.
"Well, you wait!"
After a while, when Zhu Qing reappeared, she shook her body. The old windbreaker and skirt disappeared. Instead, she was a lady’s slim-fit suit, with a white shirt inside the black jacket, and lace around the neckline and buckle. She was pretty and charming. A big beauty in the workplace.
Azumi Rina pouted slightly insignificantly not far away.
"I also change clothes!"
then.
The number of outgoing teams increased to three, and I do not know where Zhu Qing heard from. I went out and called a taxi and went straight to the Hokkaido Jingu Shrine. It is said that there is an ongoing food festival in the vicinity until mid-October.
The venue for Chef Lin's duel is in Hokkaido Shrine.
But the special chef's duel is scattered in two large arenas.
Far away, the taxi was forced to stop by the celebration crowd, and the driver turned back and apologized.
"Get off--"
Xia Yu paid the fare and pushed off the door.
The three stood in the Chome neighborhood in front of the shrine. The crowd was crowded and the streets were completely blocked by people. The roads on both sides were lined with stalls. After getting off the bus, the taste of food such as Kanto Boiled, Chinese Fried Noodles and Octopus Maruko just hit the surface. Come.
Beat the gong and drums.
A large parade happened to pass by, with kabuki dancing on the moving stage raised by the strong man.
In short, the full atmosphere of the celebration, coupled with tourists of all skin colors and various conversation languages, can only be said that Sapporo during the legendary kitchenware competition has become a true nightly carnival city.
The three of them just walked for a few minutes, each of them took the delicious skewers and hot sea bream.
"Look at it in the past--"
The road ahead was blocked, and there seemed to be a quarrel that caused a spectator. Some reporters filmed in the inner circle. Aunt Zhu Qing was excited. As soon as she pulled Xia Yu's arm, he dragged and left regardless of whether he agreed or disagreed. Hurry to keep up.
Does Chef Lin like to be a crowd?
Xia Yu vomited seriously, but instead was attracted by the content of the quarrel and raised her ears.
"Not right!"
A young male~EbookFREE.me~ argued in English, his face flushed: ""Cream Pine Mushroom" itself has a milk-like taste and taste, and you can enjoy the ultimate flavor when you eat it alone. The cream destroys the purity and makes the food taste mixed? I absolutely disagree with your modification! This is regression, not evolution! "
The middle-aged male opposite had a sense of self-cultivation and smiled.
"Poor-quality cream? Off-flavor? This is a layered creation. Your use of fantasy ingredients is too extreme, don't overly sanctify fantasy ingredients!" The middle-aged man shook his head and also answered in English.
Xia Yu listened and found it interesting.
Street debate?
It seemed to be more than that. They squeezed into the inner layer and saw the young people and the middle-aged people confronting each other. There was a small stall beside them, and a smiling old man was sitting behind the booth.
The old man made a side-view, and the booth displayed a handwritten English sign:
Recruitment of recipe modification programs.
Paid.