Chapter 290: : Different

Azumi Rina hurried back to the kitchen and happened to meet Xia Yu who was returning from the outside.
Xia Yu took some materials back to our shop and packed them in a basket.
What caused Erina to be curious is that Xia Yu took the basket in his right hand and carried a small bag of flour in his left.
The main ingredient in pastry is flour.
Flour is divided into low-gluten flour, medium-gluten flour and high-gluten flour. For Hurina who has been professionally trained, as long as she knows what kind of flour Xia Yu uses, he can roughly guess what he wants to cook.
Low gluten flour, making cakes, biscuits and tarts.
All-purpose flour is used for making Chinese dim sum such as steamed buns, buns, dumplings and noodles.
High-gluten flour is suitable for making pasta, such as puff pastry and puff pastry.
Azumi Rina did not speak, followed Xia Yu's ass, and continued to the kitchen, staring at him momentarily, watching him pour the flour in a large pot.
"Medium gluten meal?"
The flour in the basin was milky white, and Erina determined the type of flour at once, and she couldn't help thinking: "Does he really want to make Chinese noodles..."
Quietly relieved.
Since it is a Chinese noodle, then return to Xia Yu's old business, there should be no major problems.
But Xia Yu just poured the flour out, without adding water and noodles, but turned his head to continue cooking the dishes ordered by the guests.
Time passed little by little.
At nine o'clock in the evening, it was only 3 hours until the review was over, and Yasushi Rina finally couldn't hold her breath, grabbing Xia Yu during the gap and asked, "Have you not conceived your own recipe yet?"
In fact, Xia Yu is "conceiving".
Seeing that he didn't answer, Erina pulled his arm. Xia Yu seemed to be a sleepwalker and suddenly woke up.
"Hello!"
Xia Yu was helpless, and finally took the time to practice in the kitchen space, how could this little Nizi suddenly become annoying. He couldn't help crying, pointing to his head, saying, "Miss Erina, I'm thinking, can you not disturb me?"
‘God’s Tongue’ immediately let go and his lips twitched, if sorry, because Ao Jiao finally had no exit.
At this time, Xiao Lin's gentian trot from the storefront with a panic written on his face.
"Xia, Lecturer Xia, the big thing is not good!"
This snack-loving, eccentric second seat, now said in anxious tone: "Yesterday the ‘evil demon’ came again!

"Who?!"
Xia Yu, Erina and Ryoko Lina turned their heads to stare at him.
Xiao Lin's guts hurriedly said: "That's the Mas!"
hiss.
Erina could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. The situation was already bad. If the guy came to chaos again, the review would simply be judged as unqualified and not need to be in vain.
The resentment of Mas in the tongue of God suddenly rose to hatred.
"Is he here to smash the scene?" Ryoko Rina was also stunned.
"No, not!"
Kobayashi's gentian waved his hand and said: "Ishi has taken him to the private room No. 1 and shared a private room with Minister Shinhara and Governor Tamagawa."
"So he came here for dinner..."
A smiling voice, in a tense atmosphere, is very abrupt.
Xia Yu is the most relaxed one.
"how?"
Xia Yu shrugged when he saw that all three people were puzzled, "Come and chant, there's no reason why the business that comes to your door doesn't do it. Long Dan, if you go to checkout, you will say I will make a special offer for him Customized paella."
"Is it just one? And... is paella again?"
Several people were at a loss, and Xia Yu had turned around to prepare the ingredients.
"How much does it cost?" asked Xiao Lin gentian.
"Let him give what he wants."
Xia Yu said casually.
It takes an hour to cook a paella while processing other customers’ orders.
"Erinina, you brought the paella in person." Xia Yu turned around, looked at the tin foil bag on the charcoal stove, and put a freshly fried Qingjiang dish on the plate. She was finally relieved.
It is ten o'clock in the evening.
The peak meal period has passed, and guests who can't line up must have left.
Xia Yu doesn't need to go online, knowing that there must be a lot of scolding on the Internet. Those food media may be the leader of the trend in order to rub the heat.
In a word, how much praise it has to receive, how much defamation it can withstand.
On serving the Xia's branch, it really doesn't work.
On the environment, it is only above the standard line, far from being excellent.
But sticking to the "food" point is enough for Xia Yu.
What, restaurant rating?
Xia Yu hasn’t thought about any rating for a long time. The store’s rating has stopped at two stars, and the branch is newly opened. It is simply zero-star, but this hinders giants such as Maas, Dojima Silver, and Shenyuan Zhengren. Are they raving about food? ?
When he arrives at the premium level and has a reputation for neon, he doesn't need any restaurant rating. The store, branches and even the future shopping street are still full of guests.
This is the fame effect!
Without releasing the apron, Xia Yu finally faced the kitchen counter where the flour was placed and took a deep breath, planning to spend another hour to communicate with the chef's space and practice his hands.
Late at night from 11 to 12 o'clock and then really knead the noodles.
However, before this, some preparations have to be carried out, otherwise the time is not enough.
Soup!
Take the pig thigh bones and chicken skeleton, wash them carefully after hot water, put the two together in a large pot, and open a fierce fire.
At the same time, Xia Yu fetched large and small white linen bags.
A small burlap bag filled with spices, pepper, grass fruit, cinnamon, pepper, meat, dried peel, fennel, etc.
For the dosage and proportion of specific spices, Xia Yu did not strictly follow the recipe, but used [Spices Inequality] to quietly optimize the calculation, but tried to be original. In short, rely on their own actual experience to grasp the details.
Large burlap bags are filled with cabbage leaves, spring onions, onions, carrots, corn, garlic, etc. These are of course processed, cut into sections or pieces, and boiled in scalding.
At this point, the recipe in Xia Yu's mind was divided.
One type of noodles requires an original thick soup, and the other type requires a strong seafood flavor.
So, Xia Yu doesn't plan to add anything to it, cook the soup first, and then follow the steps separately.
...
boom!
Pull open the translucent paper sliding door of the box, and cut and draw the tray of Rina's hand, and on the plate is a bag of steaming paella.
Mas, Masaru Shinhara and Yuriko Tamagawa are chatting.
The mayor of Tokyo is a middle-aged woman. She is about the same age as Masaru Kamihara.
"Erina!"
Tamagawa Yuriko beckons benevolently to ‘God’s Tongue’.
"Aunt Yuchuan."
Azumi Rina sat crossly and respectfully.
Mas took a tin foil bag~EbookFREE.me~ while opening the sealing tape, he was curious and said:
"It's paella again. Is there any difference between today's paella and yesterday?"
When the words fell, the bag mouth loosened.
There is still a breath of alternating hot and cold.
Maas' face changed slightly, and the relaxed, curious expression at the beginning disappeared without a trace and became a deep dignity.
He didn't drop the spoon immediately, but he was intoxicated and carefully sucked in a scent of flavor.
However, it was such a small scent that made his pupils loose.
"It's different!"
As if dreaming, Mas did not know what he was whispering. (To be continued.)
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