Chapter 1061: : Mortality takes shape (Part 2)

laugh!
laugh!
laugh!
This is the sound of flames.
Of course, I am afraid that only Xia Yu can hear such a subtle flame movement.
His treatment of "slices of meat" is very classic. He found a grill and a grill, and then used chopsticks to put a piece of plum and thin plum pork on the grill to perform barbecue!
That's right, it's the "heating" treatment method!
"Ah, barbecue?"
Xia Ben Xia Shu was shocked.
Is there any ramen with grilled meat? Isn't it right? How can the barbecue serve as a side dish for ramen, put it in the soup, mix with the ramen, and and chew together, won't it look strange in the mouth?
What kind of ramen is it? Hello, Hakata ramen?
Sapporo ramen?
Or Kita ramen?
Shigeru Natsuki racked his brains and could not find a genre that used "roasted meat" with ramen.
"This is not barbecued pork at all!"
He said firmly.
Japanese-style barbecued pork is made in three forms of heat: "fried", "boiled" and "stewed", but there is no "roasted"!
Moreover, if it is a barbecue, the juice evaporates seriously, and after it becomes dry, it will chew with the very strong ramen, chew it hard, and eat it. Is it not a further burden on the mouth?
"Comfortable" eating is also an extremely important taste!
Operation that is incomprehensible.
Xia Ben Xia Shu gave such an evaluation in his heart, he didn't have a big mouth, nonsense.
It's a really old monk, the reaction is different from shirt book, Aoki, eyes bright, "What a streamlined flame manipulation!"
He took Xia Yu's open class called "The Original Flame".
If, in class, the young lecturer’s doctrine still has some mysterious colors that people can’t understand, then, this time, the
barbecue
is waiting, but it is immediately insightful.
It's like...pointing at the source.
"what!"
Yi Zhen's face gradually dignified.
Isn’t the shallowest layer of ‘Wang Ji’ pointing to the essence of simplicity, stripping those unnecessary appearances?
Now Xia Yu's burst of inflammation gave the old monk a feeling similar to this.
Condensed.
To save the mystery of the gods, simply expose the "source" and show them.
Simple.
No magic material "Morse oil" is used. In the small oven, it is very common fruit charcoal, but under the control of an invisible hand, the fireworks emit a "chirp" sound, how to describe it, probably holding a flame spray gun , Press the fire button once, the blue high temperature flame, lock the meat slices on the grill, into a beam shape, impact!
Simple, direct, and rude.
But it also contains a legend of fire, giving a sense of sacredness.
"Looking at mountains is mountains."
"Look at water as water."
Everything is back to the starting point.
Start over?
Not really.
A really old monk showed horror that was difficult to converge completely, "The starting point is also the ending point!"
"He walked around and came back again!"
"Road, run out!"
what.
At this time, Xiaben Xiashu couldn't help but say, "I'm burnt!"
When the heat is "excessive", a piece of meat of uniform thickness is baked on the grill, and the skin is semi-burnt.
A black mark appeared.
Even the old monk stunned, "How come!"
Emperor Aoki said repeatedly, "I don't understand!"
How can a master who has taken the road of "Huohou" make his pure white canvas stained with a trace of ink! Not scientific! impossible!
"Taste it?"
Xia Yu looked up and glanced at Nunshu's mouth. He put a piece of semi-charred roast pork on his chopsticks, put it on a small plate, and raised his hand to hand it out.
At the end of the shirt, Aoki Sectai and Yizhen Abbot are coming.
Looking up close, it becomes more and more confusing.
It was indeed scorched. The originally tender outer layer of the meat piece turned into a semi-charred shell. Don't think about it, it will definitely make a loud noise when you bite it.
The nose smelled, as well as the mouth and taste buds tasted for the first time, there is a bitter taste.
After eating bitter garbage, waste products that are not as good as ‘dark food’, Xia Ben Xiashu’s tongue, which has been bombarded and tempered by his own dark food, can’t bear it strangely, and his entire face is wrinkled tightly.
"Wow!"
"so bitter!"
He spit out his mouth.
"Why is it so hard?"
Yes.
why?
A really old monk's eyebrows are deeply locked, and his eyes glance at the rest of the meat on the grill, but the outer shell is black and the inside is certainly very tender.
But why is it bitter?
The old monk felt that things were not simple.
Later, Xia Yu continued to make ramen according to the "recipe" in his mind.
Barbecued pork is grilled meat. The most time-consuming and time-consuming side dish is made. The leftovers of the Japanese ramen are often used as'Poached Egg','Tender Bamboo Shoot','Onion Flower','Seaweed' and'Red Ginger' 'Wait, Xia Yu only took'tender shoots' and'sweet eggs'.
Then, cook one or two seasonal vegetables in a ramen bowl.
An hour later, the soup base boiled with chicken bones and claws can also be taken out of the pan. The soup color is cool and thorough yellow, filled with a large white ceramic ramen bowl.
Therefore, the green seasonal vegetables are quite conspicuous in the four main orange-yellow bowls of soup, tender bamboo shoots, soft-boiled eggs, and barbecued pork.
"finished--"
Xia Yu unbuttoned her apron and placed two trays, each holding two bowls of noodles.
The group moved from the kitchen to the Yamanaka cafeteria.
At this time, the sky was dimmed, and after the fixed dinner time of the temple, the black lights in the canteen were blind, the Aoki Sect too advanced the house to turn on the lights, and Xia Yu and Shanben each took a tray and sat on the cleaned tatami by the little monks.
A total of 4 bowls of noodles.
Xia Yu didn't eat, let the three men take their own, he took the tray together, picked up the last bowl and placed it on the case table in the "Forbidden Area".
"Put on chopsticks."
Said the old monk.
Xia Yuzhao did it, and placed a pair of chopsticks neatly on the bowl.
As for Xiaben Xiashu, she sat down and couldn't care about that much for a long time. She stared at the middle of the bowl and gave an uncontrollable marvel, "I can't say it!"
The ramen is squeezed at the bottom by ‘barbecue’, ‘tender shoots’, ‘sweet egg’ and several seasonal vegetables.
The whole bowl of noodles was filled with clear yellow soup, which clearly showed the bottom, but it had a distinct sense of hierarchy.
A touch of warm breath came.
Xiaben Xiashu took a light breath, with an unspeakable comfort in his heart, as if standing on the top of the mountains, his vision had never been so wide, and the distant mountains had never prostrate in front of him in a low-hanging manner.
Hey, what about the bitterness of ‘barbecue’?
Nose sniffed.
The shirt first chopped the chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat. The meat was really badly sold. It was burnt on half of the meat, but after being soaked in the soup, there was an unspeakable change. But it's not just that the smell disappears.
Bite down.
"laugh!"
Burnt black shell, very obvious cracking sound.
It turns out that bitterness is still there.
The taste that rushed in the first time made the shirt, the whole face, and the subconscious wrinkle tight.
When the black shell was completely broken in the mouth, the legs of the cockscomb-headed youth on the tatami twitched tightly, and the toes were even cramping.
brittle!
bitter!
However, the tender meat in the inner layer, when the teeth were chewed and broken, followed by the soup in the mouth with the slices of meat, mixed with the meat residue, actually produced a wonderful sweet taste.
"Is it bitter and sweet?"
"Do you intentionally scorch the shell, just want to create a "scent of char"?"
"What about this intention?"
Xiaben Xiashu scratched his ears and chewed his mouth, chewing his mouth, and always felt that something was missing. Suddenly, the food scraps in his mouth felt dry, and his brain flashed, "Is it lack of moisture?"
Picking up the noodle bowl is a sip of soup.
Suck!
In an instant, the mouth produced a completely different taste~EbookFREE.me~Shimamoto Xiashu was on the top of the mountains and saw a tree that was killed by lightning, but it was such a tree that was burnt by flame and burned by flames Dead wood, just in his gaze, the sprout bloomed.
The top of the mountain is bare, black wood, sprouts, no excess.
I don't know why. Shibamoto felt that this scene was full of Zen. Compared with the comfort of smelling the smell of soup before, the heart was still like water.
"Nothing will die, but a new life."
"In a run-down, a new life..."
Xiaben Xiashu was sitting under the black wood, next to the green shoots, sitting cross-legged, just like a monk who was enlightened by the Zen machine.
"Wang Silence!"
A pair of chopsticks fell to the ground.
In the mountain canteen at night, there was a slight gasp of the fifth person quietly.