The surroundings were quiet, Nakajima Kiyoshi, Takei Shinji, and Katsujo Asami, looked at each other and nodded slightly, which was considered to be the majority of whom agreed with Hasegawa Ichiro's words.

It is not a difficult truth to understand.

During the stay and study period, a year ago, Shinji Takei and Ichiro Hasegawa had experienced the "flame smell" early, and they have always believed that this was Xia Yu's personal characteristic. Others could not replicate without mastering the corresponding cooking skills. So now, in public classes, Xia Yu threatened to learn how to do things, but in their eyes, it was like a young man who was ignorant of the world and boasted about Haikou, who was too young after all.

After a brief silence.

"Look."

"I still think that this lecturer Xia has never been a rash and happy character."

"Do you think the 'scent of flame' can be copied?"

“…”

The method of making sushi is actually very simple, and the most time-consuming part is cooking.

After all, it is a small practice in class, a temporary test. If you wash the rice, drain the rice, refrigerate it in the refrigerator for one night, and then take it out and cook it, the taste and taste of sushi will definitely be better, but there is no such time condition in class.

While cooking, Xia Yu turned her hands behind her back and watched Haseya Yayo process other ingredients.

In addition to rice, the second step is to make sushi dipping sauce.

Mix mustard powder and pure water slowly, and you can gently pinch it into a steamed bun with your fingers.

Seaweed also needs to be processed.

Preheat the oven at 100℃ for 10 minutes, and bake for 3 minutes.

Before cutting the baked seaweed slices, Haseya Yayo looked up and asked, "Instructor, do fine rolls, too rolls, hand rolls or whatever?"

"Just hand-roll."

So Haseya Yayo cut the sushi seaweed into a square size, and then the formal production process was made. The seaweed was spread on a layer of bamboo mat, and then the rice and vegetable ingredients were spread on the seaweed slices.

The rice has been boiled, and the vegetable ingredients, such as tuna meat, Haseya Yasuki took out a piece of fish from two small transparent glass basins, and used a cooking machine to make thin fish paste and spread it in the rice.

Here, everyone in the audience looked at it with concentration, not daring to blink.

"A pot is cold, pristine sake."

"A pot is hot, heat the boiled sake."

"In addition to tuna meat and peony shrimp ingredients, they are also soaked separately. In this way, the ingredients are 'feeded', is there really a clear difference in the taste and taste of sushi in the end? Moreover, the 'flame taste' and other things really stick to the sushi by warm wine?"

Soon, the sushi was made, and the "hand rolls" on the two trays were clearly separated.

The tuna meat is turned into surimi filling.

The peony shrimp is shelled and head-removed, and is placed on the top layer of the hand roll, so the appearance looks very similar to the "hand roll" of an ice cream cone. The top layer of shrimp is crystal clear and has a very exquisite appearance.

Xia Yu did not deliberately suppress the voice of discussion in the auditorium. At this time, his ears had long been talking and hustling. A large number of reporters and listeners outside the school subconsciously leaned forward, showing obvious excitement in their body movements. As spectators, they felt that this trip was worth it, because no matter whether Xia Yu's topic could be accomplished or not, they were all witnesses of the first-hand explosion news.

"cough."

The auditorium turned quiet.

Xia Yu asked Haseya Yayo again, "Yayo, do you still stick to your previous point of view?"

Yayo Hasea first gave a complicated glance at the 'hand rolls' in the two trays on the table. Although she herself couldn't understand her cooking works, this did not hinder the concept he had always adhered to. The girl bowed deeply sorry and said, "Sorry, Lecturer Xia, your point of view... I still can't accept it. 'Wine' is a feature rooted in the blood of our Hasea family. In other places, my views are far inferior to those of you, but in the use of 'Wine' and 'Wine', I think I still have a little say... Moreover, I think 'the taste of flame' is always your feature. Others can't learn it, and there is no way to copy it!"

The girl with the Hase surname spoke suddenly sharply.

When it comes to "wine", no one can ignore her momentum.

Xia Yu is funny. Is this guy who is hyping and praising me, is he afraid that I will get angry?

"Yidae, you were wrong." He shook his head.

“Eh?”

The girl was staring at him in Yingying, inside and outside the auditorium, and countless pairs of eyes were also focusing on him.

Xia Yu explained very lightly: "Actually, the 'smell of flame' is not a feature that is imprinted by my personal imprint. Anyone of you can capture it, perceive and capture its existence... Don't use this shocking expression. Do you remember the title of the courseware? Hey, it's 'primitive fire'. No matter what your point of view, in my opinion, the 'smell of flame' and 'primitive' are communicating... Very good, I saw many people be skeptical. This is a good start. Many people may have already been thinking about it. If it is related to flame, will it be contaminated with the breath of flame? The following will reveal this secret!"

"I will pick a few lucky friends and come up to review these hand rolls together. Who would like to?"

"I!"

"Choose me and choose me!"

"Lecturer Xia, look here!"

In an instant, the crowd was in full swing.

Xia Yu was calm in the chaos. He selected two or three people in Yuanyue's teacher-student seats, press seats, and auditor seats, so the lucky ones who finally appeared on stage were men and women, old and young.

"Who are you going first?" Xia Yu swept away, all with strange faces, including several Yuanyue teachers and students. In order to avoid suspicion, he specially chose passers-by with unknown names.

"I'll do it first."

A Yuanyue lecturer spoke.

This is a gentle man in his early thirties, wearing a white coat and glasses, like an elite member of a certain research institute.

There was a discussion voice in the teacher-student class in Tozuki: "It's Mr. Takeuchi who is responsible for nutrition!"

Xia Yu smiled slightly and said to the teacher Takeuchi: "You can do it yourself."

Takeuchi looked at him deeply, "I am a lecturer in the nutritional matching of Totsuki, so I have always adhered to the Western cooking philosophy. I have always heard of you in the past, but I never had the opportunity to taste your cuisine. So, this time, I hope I can be shocked by your 'primitive fire'."

Xia Yu laughed: "You will be 'shocked'."

The focus changed to Takeuchi Teacher. He hesitated for a moment and grabbed the 'hand roll' on the tray on the left hand side. Haseya Yayo reminded in time: "This dish of sushi is the sake used to soak the ingredients, at room temperature, and has not been heated."

While speaking, Teacher Takeuchi had already bitten it and ate the hand roll in two or three bites. He did not rush to taste the next one, but closed his eyes and savored it after a while: "No matter which lecturer's class, you can easily get the 'A' score for such a small test."

Then his eyes condensed and stared at the second plate of "hand rolls".

This is the right corner!

Everyone opened their eyes widened. The reporter and the crowd outside also pointed the shooting equipment at Takeuchi on the podium.

I opened my mouth again, and the first bite was to swallow the peony shrimp at the top and a large ball of rice.

However, unlike the dullness half a minute ago, sweat suddenly penetrated into Takeuchi's forehead.

"Peony shrimp, tuna minced meat--!"

“Burning in my mouth!”
Chapter completed!