I have a restaurant in East Sakura

All he could see was the cooking situation in the pot, Zhao Fuyu's immersion and peace on his face, as well as that touch of domineering control over everything.

It made the sparkling spring in Saeko Busushima's eyes more crystal clear, and even accompanied by the sweet and sour taste, she unconsciously tightened her legs.

With both hands constantly pushing the pot, the sauce has gradually thickened into a yogurt-like sauce. It can be said that the dish of 'sweet and sour ribs' has entered the final stage at this time.

The frying spoon in Zhao Fuyu's hand also formed a rotating push and pull in the pot without stopping for a moment.

This kind of stirring can not only ensure the temperature balance in the pot, but the most important thing is to keep the sauce that is constantly heating up from sticking to the bottom of the pot.

You must know that as the water evaporates, the sweet and sour sauce will become thicker, and it may be that just a short stay is enough to produce a burnt taste and destroy the aroma of sweet and sour.

That's why once the sauce is put into the pot for fifteen minutes, there can't be a moment's rest, and it must be stirred until the dish is finished.

The pulsating sauce bubbled up on the ribs one by one, like a black and red ocean, wrapping the ribs.

Every trace of sauce surrounds the ribs lingeringly, and absorbs the meaty aroma of the ribs into the sauce continuously, forming a strong aroma storm.

Gradually, the water in the sauce became less and less, and a little bit of oil began to appear, floating on the sauce.

At this moment, that is, when the cooking is about to be completed, it is time to continue to ignite the fire.

The sound of 'bang bang bang' echoed.

It also seemed to foreshadow something, which shocked everyone's spirits.

And the dark cook opposite Zhao Fuyu was even more desperate to find out that even after watching the pushing pot for half an hour, everyone still didn't want to give him another look.

He has even been completely forgotten!

'How can it be! '

'This little shop'

‘That kid, what the hell is that guy? ! '

No matter how arrogant, domineering, and brainless, at this time the dark cook who was sent also realized the absolute gap between himself and Zhao Fuyu in cooking skills.

That's a near-impossible gap.

It's hard for him to say whether using those fantasy ingredients can solve the problem.

At least this piece of expensive Wagyu steak in his hand is absolutely unable to help him cross this abyss.

Silently finishing the rest of his cooking, he no longer had any hope of winning this halberd, he could only rejoice.

At least the failure of the halberd eating this time will not let him lose anything.

The flames are overwhelming, and the existence of the Chinese-style cannon stove allows the cooking flames to reach the limit of cooking.

As the temperature increased, the originally stable sauce boiled even more, and a richer sweet and sour aroma wafted out. Following that, Zhao Fuyu kept pushing and pulling his wrists, pulling the small ribs into the air, and bringing them under his control.

The appearance of the Chinese-style tilting spoon also indicates that this dish has been completely completed.

As more and more fat from the upper layer emerged, and the sauce began to completely stick to the ribs, Zhao Fuyu moved his hands.

Take the frying pan off the stove, grab a handful of fried white sesame seeds with your left hand, and drop them into the pan.

As the rich aroma gradually converges, a hint of nutty aftertaste is added.

In the blink of an eye, the 'sweet and sour short ribs' that Zhongzhou people are so familiar with has been declared complete!

Five small plates were set out, one scoop was one plate.

Soon five servings of sweet and sour poop were placed on the table.

It was also at this time that Saeko Busujima and the others who came in first noticed that there were two more diners coming behind.

'When are they.'

A keen martial artist should not know when there are two more people, but this happened.

This made both Saeko Busujima and Miwa Furinji realize the problem.

But soon, Wenjing Saburo's voice came, and the two of them understood the reason.

The fragrance steals the soul!

I can actually see the aroma in the commercial street. It's still a home-cooked dish like 'sweet and sour short ribs'

Your cooking skills.

An unbelievable look emerged from Fumii Saburo's face.

No one knew that the already exaggerated expression on his face could not express the shock of the Kyoto Master of the Gourmet Association.

An unfamiliar term appeared, but just looking at the astonishment of IGO observers, one can know how embarrassing it is for such a scene to appear.

Saeko Busushima, who doesn't know much about cooking, has beautiful eyes, while Miwa Furinji, who knows a little about cooking, keeps searching for information related to fragrance captures the soul from her mind.

But even Furinji Miha didn't remember where she heard this word.

did not think of.

At such a young age, he has already stepped into that threshold.

You really deserve the praise of the president!

Hearing Wenjing Saburo's words, Zhao Fuyu looked curiously at this well-dressed middle-aged man in a suit.

Sir, have we met?

The Kyoto Master of the Gourmet Association shook his head.

No, but our president, Chef Zhao must have seen it.

It's Mr. Inokashira Goro.

Hearing this name, Zhao Fuyu's eyes flashed in front of that tall, silent, honest but sincere and decisive man.

It turned out to be Mr. Goro's friend.

After nodding his head, Zhao Fuyu didn't think much about it.

He scooped some from the ribs left in the pot, put it on a plate, and sent it over.

Since we are acquaintances, let's try it together.

It's a little thought.

Of course, this is not considered a bribe, and the other people present did not have such thoughts. Even the staff of the Federation looked at the stack of ribs with a little envy. It was obviously a kind of entertainment for acquaintances.

In this world, if it is not a diner or a judge, even the staff of the food halberd are not qualified to taste the food in the food halberd.

This is also to maintain the sanctity of the food halberd.

Seeing the sweet and sour short ribs coming in front of him, a gourmet gourmet like Saburo Fumii would naturally not be polite. After bringing it with a little cautious hands, he solemnly thanked him.

As for the five judges, Zhao Fuyu did not urge them either.

Just chuckled and said to them.

Although it's delicious cold, it's also delicious when it's hot.

Please also note that the sauce will be much hotter than it looks, please be careful when you eat it.

Then he stood back in the kitchen, looking quietly at the diners who had already placed the sweet and sour short ribs piled up like a hill in front of them.

With a touch of indifference and peace.

'Why is the aroma not as strong as before it comes out of the pot? '

Shirahama Kenichi hadn't figured out a doubt in his mind, but behind him, the boy who looked like a junior high school student had already stretched out his chopsticks.

He really wanted to know if there was any difference between himself and Zhao Fuyu!

And when the chopsticks pierced the faintly visible clear oil in an instant, an extremely strong meaty aroma accompanied by sweet and sour taste swept the entire restaurant like a hurricane.

'This taste! ! '

‘No, I must challenge this guy! '

'He his strength'

I couldn't bear the excitement in my heart anymore, looking at one of the junior high school students Yuanyue Ten Heroes for a long time, I finally showed his pride as Yuanyue Ten Heroes!