Chapter 354: : Rotating porridge

"Can he control it?"
Kamihara Masato's slightly deep voice echoed in the hall that suddenly became quiet.
control!
Even if you are not a professional chef, you know the inherent meaning and difficulty of the word "control".
In theory, the temperature of boiling water will continue to rise during cooking after 100 degrees Celsius, and at the same time, as the temperature of the water increases, the speed at which the boiling water vaporizes and flows is faster!
The key lies in the balance of fire and water!
This is a pot of porridge. If the water is boiled to dry, wouldn't it just be the scorching of the dry pot?
"Why don't you need a gentle fire!"
"Yeah, there are about 3 hours left. If you cook the porridge with the fire, the time is completely within time!"
"This this……"
After the silence, it was a long time riot that was difficult to calm down.
More than a group of chefs in the guest table frowned and discussed, Yuanyue students and teachers also had a lot of discussions. From the whisper of whispering in the hall, most of the words were not understood, and even some chefs suspected that Xia Yu had surrendered.
Abandon yourself?
This argument actually convinced many people.
After all, under the circumstances that time permits, the 18-pound "Jiluo Mi" is pressed at once. This gambling undoubtedly has a strong willful meaning in the eyes of the audience.
Obviously, it can be more secure, and there are more coping methods. Why should the sword go sloppy, but why should it bet?
Even Yi Shihui, Kobayashi's gentian and Yaqie Rina's relatives and friends are inevitably angry at this time.
"Lecturer Xia, it's always so cool!!"
Yoshino Yuki's eyes were fixed on the chefs of the same age on the screen, but his eyes were like looking up at the mountains, full of admiration and longing.
To a certain extent, Xia Yu's manner is in line with the taste of this quirky girl.
Snapped!
A hand knife chopped coldly on the back of Yu Ji's head, she immediately shouted her head in pain, and turned her head to Ryoko with reproachful eyes.
"You Ji sauce, don't say that!"
Ryoko whispered: "Lecturer Xia, just want to use his own method to win and pass the super gate!"
It is said that the surrounding Tian Suohui and Xing Ping created the truth.
Even Morita, who knows Xia Yu best, casts a startled look.
The Ryoko, who gave the older sister a generally gentle and calm feeling, continued to laugh lightly: "You think about it, isn't that the case? Since he first came to the moon and challenged Senior Director Si Yingshi, which one was not his own way? What others say?"
Azumi Rina sat not far away, biting her thumb, her eyes complex.
In the picture.
The young chef stood in front of the big stove against the high temperature.
"Wow--"
"Wow--"
The black noodle stick still inserted in the boiling water of the clay pot, wrapped in a white tornado, was constantly washed and rotated along the inner wall of the clay pot. If you pay attention, you will find that the sound of rice grains hitting the inner wall is gradually weakening.
This is a signal that the rice grains are soft and cooked!
With such a high-temperature stew, even fantasy ingredients such as "Kek Lo Mi" quickly become cooked.
However, according to the rhythm of Xia Yu's arm drawing a circle, the noodle stick in his hand showed no signs of slowing down or stopping.
There was about ten minutes of silence at the hall.
At the beginning, Akiyama Hiroshi and Shinhara Masaru saw a few ways.
"It turns out so!"
Qiu Shanhong marveled.
"I understand--"
God Yuanzheng said in a timely manner, suddenly attracted the audience's attention.
"Please, please ask Minister Shinhara to explain!" Chiyo Aichi pursed her lips, there was 10 minutes of silence before, it said that she was the dereliction of duty of the field-control host, but she was a semi-professional when the examiners were dumbfounded 'S host cannot save the scene.
First, after being silent for more than ten seconds, and raising the sentence, Shinhara Masahiro looked straight at the camera and slowly said, "'Cooking porridge' is the most basic cooking skill. Everyone must use a spoon to stir when porridge's cooking?"
After hearing that, a group of people in the hall nodded.
Countless people nodded before the live broadcast.
Isn't that nonsense? If the porridge is not stirred, wouldn't the porridge bottom be smeared?
what!
Get reminded, many professional chefs, their eyes shine.
"Correct!"
"Spin, stir!"
Kamihara said humanely: "However, unlike the'stirring' technique we usually use, at ultra-high cooking temperatures, the stirring and rotation can't be stopped for a moment, otherwise the porridge will be in contact with the inner wall of the pot for a long time, the inner wall is too high The temperature will immediately dry the water of the porridge, burn the rice grains, and cause the bottom of the porridge—"
"Have you found out? Chef Xia's rotation is all clockwise, in one direction!"
Very crude language.
This is a young rookie who has just embarked on the road of cooking.
"Don't think it's easy!" Shinhara Masato reminded with deep meaning, "Stirring, in addition to not letting the porridge bottom, the more role is to make the porridge cooked, even on the fire, the so-called'uniformity' fire, The essence is hidden inside!"
"Clay pots are not as good as casseroles in terms of heat accumulation and heat preservation, and the heat is more difficult to control, not to mention cooking at super high temperatures!"
Huohou!
Everyone saw it clearly.
"It's really difficult to control the porridge cooked in such a fire!" Yukawa Yuya thought, "But the heat is only one. Is he planning to cook a pot of white rice porridge?"
Porridge?
Thinking of that possibility, Aya Kazukawa laughed herself.
This kind of cuisine can't make it to the elegant hall. If it's really white rice porridge, then I'm sorry. No matter how it tastes, the three strict examiners will directly issue a death sentence.
In whispering, the camera was fixed in kitchen No. 1, for at least half an hour.
The sound of the hall gradually disappeared, and finally the atmosphere was dead.
Xia Yu stood beside the charcoal stove and the clay pot, and painted a round black stick in his hand, never stopping.
Similarly, the white tornado in the clay pot never stopped spinning.
However, the color of the tornado, from the first snow white, has a tendency to gradually change to the color of condensed milk.
As for the sound of rice grains washing the inner wall of the clay pot, it completely disappeared.
There is no doubt that the rice grains are ripe.
Under normal circumstances, such a large pot of porridge has been completed, but not only Xia Yu did not mean to stop, the large charcoal stove is still red.
"what--"
The whole riot.
Because Xia Yu finally put down a stick, but he just turned around to get charcoal and added charcoal to make the fire more vigorous.
Then, before moving to the kitchen counter, people were wondering what he was going to do, but he didn't expect him to move neatly~EbookFREE.me~ Pick up a hot water bottle that I don't know when to put on the kitchen counter, empty 2 consecutive water bottles And finally got a bucket full of hot water.
Wow!
Then, in full view, Xia Yu poured a bucket of hot water into the pot.
"Well, won't this ruin the taste of porridge?"
"The water is dry when cooking porridge, of course you can add water in an appropriate amount, but you need to heat the water! This will not affect the taste!"
There are many similar sounds.
The following is the long rotation movement of holding the stick.
Xia Yu is sweating, but his expression and eyes are unprecedentedly focused and serious!
Abandon yourself?
Don't be kidding!
The camera continued to focus on him for half an hour. After seeing no other changes, he could only switch to the kitchen of other assessors.