As he spoke, Soseki turned the heat on all four stoves and put the pots on.

There was a soup pot, a frying pan, a wok and a square pot. Xiaolan was stunned for a moment as she looked at them, wondering to herself whether this was the chef's way of cooking, all open.

Take the oil from the side and pour it in. There are several commonly used oils here, including camellia oil, sesame oil, cottonseed oil, peanut oil and olive oil. Like camellia oil, it has a very special smell.

Heat oil in the wok and turn up the heat. He picked up a 500g bag of vacuum-packed rice, tore it open, poured it all into the wok, and started shaking it with one hand.

The white rice grains flew like snow grains but did not fall outside.

Natsume Koyamana said cooperatively: "In addition to willingness, there is also a heart that can regard everything around you as part of the dish."

"oh......"

"Wow formidable!"

Behind him, Conan had already stood on the chair. There was nothing he could do. The space between the island and the stove was only about one meter wide. Soseki moved back and forth very quickly. He was not as tall as the table and could hardly see anything.

Then, he saw Master Soseki pouring fried rice into the blender.

"What is this?" Conan asked.

"To make something easy to digest, it takes more time to cook the uncooked rice until it's cooked. It's better to break it..."

"Do you want to beat them all into powder?" Xiaolan asked to help.

"Yeah! Just one minute."

"The so-called sound is the sound when cooking. The more advanced it is, the more beautiful the sound is, just like music... The sound of knives cutting vegetables is like a piano concerto..."

Squeak!~~~

Lala lala lala lala....

Natsume Koyamana was brutally slapped in the face.

The harsh squeaking sound of the machine made Lin Shuang frown. He looked towards the kitchen, where he could see bubbles rising on the head of Kitchen Watcher Conan.

At the same time, Lin Shuang kept flashing silver prompts in front of his eyes, asking him if he wanted to pay to check Conan's mental activities.

Pooh!

Lin Shuang turned away in disgust.

Natsume Koyamana quickly explained: "In addition to being delicious, Soseki-kun's dishes are also particularly good for the stomach, because he had serious stomach problems in the past. His habit was to smash all the ingredients."

Lin Shuang nodded: "That's no wonder, now it has developed into molecular cuisine."

"yes!"

Lin Shuang smiled. Regardless of whether Soseki Zhenryu really likes to smash things or not, molecular cuisine can reduce the cost of ingredients by a large amount. As a boss, he would definitely prefer it.

"Stomach trouble is..."

"Stomach cancer."

"Ah? Then..." Mouri Kogoro suddenly pointed at his hair.

"Yes, he lost all his hair after undergoing chemotherapy, because this also affected his career as a chef! But it is better now." Natsume Koyamana said in a low voice.

Lin Shuang rolled his eyes. He almost thought it was cured with food, but it turns out it was chemotherapy. Otherwise, he would really have to go and see how this guy made food.

"The surname Soseki is rare."

"Oh, he named it himself. He lived alone in the wild until he was fourteen, so he gave it this name."

"If I adopt him, shouldn't he have the same last name as you?" Kogoro asked.

"No, no, it's not adopted, it's just that I haven't found my parents. It just keeps following me. It feels a bit like a stray cat. You don't know where it is at ordinary times. It will come to you when it's freezing."

The sound of the microwave sounded again in the kitchen, and pumpkin cubes were spinning inside.

"The rice noodles are ready, do you want to pour them out?"

"Wait a minute, let me see if the water is boiling..." Soseki looked at the rice cooker, "When the water boils, pour the rice noodles in."

Pour out the rice noodles first, then throw in a bunch of ginger and garlic, beat them until pulpy, and put them into a small bowl.

"Hit this one too."

"This is also a fight..."

Soseki took out twenty eggs from the refrigerator and skillfully broke them into three large glass basins, one for egg yolks, one for egg whites, and one for whole eggs.

Conan touched his chin: He beat eggs with his left and right hands together, with his left hand making whole eggs, and his right hand also separating egg whites and yolks. The movements of his right hand were more complicated, indicating that he was right-handed...

Pick up the mixer and beat the three bowls separately.

It's squeaking again.

Lin Shuang glanced over there: "That's it!"

"He was not a chef at first. His goal in life was to be a chemist. Maybe he had a stomach problem because he studied too hard. When he was diagnosed with gastric cancer, he felt very disappointed. After all, life has just begun."

“How did you become a chef?”

How should I describe the span from chemist to chef? To say it is big is to say it is very big. To say it is not big, it is not big either.

"Because he felt that being a chef could heal himself with food, he began to learn cooking skills and became an apprentice in my shop at the time."

"Maybe there is something wrong with his health. In the Nine-Character Secret of Cuisine, he always has a different taste for color, smell, and taste than others, so he has put a lot of effort into caring about and nourishing him."

"The idea is to put your own mood into it when cooking. Nutrition is nutrition. It depends on what nutrition the guests need."

Lin Shuang nodded. Sure enough, you can learn something new here accidentally.

"It is also thanks to him that my store was built step by step. We have been cooperating for nineteen years now."

"Almost twenty years...has the cooperation been good?"

"It's great, we are like family."

"Is there any special situation in the restaurant, including whether there have been any unusual incidents recently? Generally speaking, sending such a letter is an intensification of conflicts. There cannot be no signs before."

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Soseki put down the egg bowl, washed his hands, quickly chopped some minced ginger and garlic, threw them into the wok and started frying, then poured a small amount of the egg liquid into it and added a little salt.

Put the scrambled eggs, pour the beaten rice noodles in and stir-fry.

Xiaolan asked curiously: "Should it be fried directly?"

"no."

Soseki Zhenryu fried the rice for a while, then poured it into the rice cooker and stirred it quickly in the boiling water: "This way it will cook quickly."

I added some hot water to the wok, washed it quickly and poured the water into the soup pot on the side.

Xiaolan was slightly stunned.

Soseki took another tea leaf, smelled it next to his nose, put it into the machine and crushed it in the same way: "I had stomach trouble for a long time before, and I cured it by myself."

"Yeah?"

"yes,......"

Put a soup pot here, pour oil on the bottom, add some seasonings and fry in the oil over low heat.

"This is to make noodle soup."

“Udon soup?”

"right."

He began to pick up other ingredients skillfully, first cut some apples and soaked them in water, then divided them into two basins, added some of them to the water for soaking the apples, added milk and light cream and put them on the steamer.

"This is a steamed egg that will be made into pudding later."

Soseki Zhenryu said and started to put the freshly scrambled eggs into the blender and beat them into sauce, then beat the broccoli juice, black sesame seeds, salmon cubes, and cuttlefish.

Beat, beat, beat, it's either powder or paste...

Xiaolan was watching his technique carefully, and felt that the chef was indeed a chef. His movements were really quick, but the strange thing was why everything was turned into a paste.

Beat everything, put it into a bowl, then wash the blender with hot water and pour the water into the soup pot.

Soseki took a sieve and put it on the soup pot and poured the rice porridge in the rice cooker. Xiaolan curiously asked, "What is this?"

"Use this rice soup to make noodle soup."

After pouring away the upper layer of rice soup, there was still a thick layer of thin paste underneath. Natsume put the pot back into the rice cooker and continued to heat it, and then took two square pots used for tamagoyaki to fry the minced fish.

When frying the minced fish, he poured the drained vegetable juice into the soup pot and poured a whole bottle of mirin into it.

Conan's eyelids twitched when he saw it. He once had a cold and it got worse after drinking Laobaigan. The alcohol content of this flavor is 30, but it should be boiled and the alcohol content will be reduced.

Fry the minced fish and pour it into the soup pot, then use a sieve to remove them all and put them in a bowl. Pour in the rum gelatine and soy sauce.

Seeing Soseki add more liquor, Conan was already a little drunk. He looked back at Lin Shuang and saw that this guy was still asking about other things.

"Huh?"

"This works."

Add the beaten egg whites to the rice cooker and stir.

"This is?"

"Increase stickiness."

He poured the rice batter in the pot into the square pot little by little, making a thin layer, and then pressed the layer of rice cake skin into the hot pan as if making tamagoyaki.
Chapter completed!