"Can he control it?"

The slightly low voice of Kamihara Masato echoed in the guild that suddenly became quiet.

control!

Even if you are not a professional chef, you know the inherent meaning and difficulty of the word "control".

Theoretically, after boiling water at 100 degrees Celsius, the temperature will continue to rise during cooking. At the same time, as the water temperature increases, the faster the boiling water vapor passes!

The key is the balance of heat and water!

This is a pot of porridge. If the water is boiled, wouldn’t it be that the dry pot is burnt and completely failed?

"Why don't you need to light a fire!"

"Yes, there are about 3 hours left. If you cook porridge with low heat, it will be time to do it!"

"This, this..."

After silence, there is a riot that is difficult to calm for a long time.

Not only the guests, a group of chefs frowned and discussed, Yuanyue's students and teachers also talked a lot. Judging from the whispers filled with the guild hall, most of them were not understanding. Some chefs even suspected that Xia Yu had given up on himself.

Give up on oneself?

This argument actually makes many people agree with it.

After all, if time still allows, the gamble of 18 kilograms of "Jiu Rice" is undoubtedly full of willfulness in the eyes of the audience.

It is obvious that it can be more secure and has more ways to deal with it, so why do you want to bet if you take the wrong approach?

Even if Isuke Hui, Kobayashi Gentian and Erina Nakiri, they would inevitably feel resentful at this time.

"Lecturer Xia, it's always so cool!!"

Yoshino Yuhime stared at the chefs of the same age on the screen, but her eyes seemed to be looking up at the mountains, full of admiration and yearning.

To a certain extent, Xia Yu's behavior was very consistent with the taste of this quirky girl.

Bang!

A hand knife suddenly slashed the back of Yuji's head. She immediately cried out in pain and covered her head, turned her head to face Ryoko Kamika's reproachful eyes.

"Yuhi-chan, you can't say that!"

Jue Ryoko whispered: "Lecturer Xia, just want to win with his own method and pass the special gate!"

Upon hearing this, Tian Suohui around him, and Yukihiro created the truth.

Even Morita Maki, who knew Xia Yu best, all looked shocked.

Saka Ryoko, who gave the feeling of a big sister, continued to chuckle: "Think about it, isn't that the case? Since he just came to Yuanyue and challenged Senior Si Yingshi, he did not go his own way, and others said it?"

Erina Nakiri sat not far away, biting her thumb, with a complicated look.

In the picture.

The young chef didn't care about the big stove that was so close to him.

"Wow—"

"Wow—"

The black pasta sticks still inserted in the boiling water of the pot are wrapped in white tornados, constantly rinsing and rotating along the inner wall of the pot. If you listen carefully, 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 thoroughly!

After stewing at such a high temperature, even the fantasy ingredients like "Jiu Rice" will quickly become cooked.

However, judging from the rhythm of Xia Yu's round arms, the pasta stick in his hand showed no sign of slowing down or stopping.

There was about ten minutes of silence at the venue.

At the beginning, Hiroshi Akiyama and Masato Kamihara all saw a little trick.

"I see!"

Hiro Akiyama was amazed.

"I understand-"

Masato Kamihara said at the right time, and immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

"Please, please let Minister Kaguhara explain!" Chiyo Aichi pursed her lips. She had been quiet for 10 minutes before. It was her dereliction of duty as the field control host, but when the examiner was confused, she was a semi-professional chef and could not save the venue.

Regained calmness.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, he raised the sentence. Kamihara Masato looked directly at the camera and said slowly: "'Cooking porridge' is the most basic cooking skill. When everyone is 'cooking porridge', they must stir it with a spoon, right?"

Hearing this, a group of people in the guild nodded.

There were countless people nodding in front of the live broadcast.

Isn’t this nonsense? If you don’t stir it up, the bottom of the porridge will be muddy.

Hey!

After getting a prompt, many professional chefs' eyes lit up.

"right!"

“Swipe, stir!”

Masato Kamihara said: "However, unlike the 'mixing' technique we usually use, under ultra-high cooking temperature, stirring and rotating cannot be stopped for a moment. Otherwise, let the porridge come into contact with the inner wall of the pot for a long time. If the inner wall temperature is too high, the water of the porridge will be steamed dry immediately, burning the rice grains, causing the porridge to be pasted-"

"Did you find it? Chef Xia's rotation is clockwise, in one direction!"

Very shallow words.

This is a truth that young chefs who have just embarked on the road of cooking can understand.

"Don't think it's simple!" Kamihara Masato reminded with a deep meaning, "In addition to not letting the porridge be pasted, the more it is to make the cooked porridge evenly heat!"

"The performance of the tiled pot is not as good as a casserole in heat concentration and insulation, and the heat is more difficult to control, let alone cooking at an ultra-high temperature!"

The heat!

Everyone's eyes were clear.

"The heat of the porridge cooked on high heat is indeed difficult to control!" Tamakawa Ayaka thought to herself, "But the heat is only one. Is he planning to cook a pot of white rice porridge?"

White rice porridge?

Thinking of that possibility, Tamakawa Ayaka herself would laugh.

This kind of cuisine is not as elegant as the fair. If it is really white rice porridge, I'm sorry. No matter how delicious it tastes, the three strict examiners will directly issue a death sentence.

Just as the whispered, the lens was fixed in kitchen No. 1, for at least half an hour.

The sound of the guild gradually disappeared, and the atmosphere finally became silent.

Xia Yu stood beside the charcoal stove and the tile pot, and the round black pasta stick in his hand was painted, never stopping.

Similarly, the white tornado in the pot never stopped spinning.

However, the color of the tornado, from the beginning, was gradually changing to condensed milk color.

As for the sound of rice grains rinsing the inner wall of the pan, it completely disappeared.

There is no doubt that the rice grains are already ripe.

Under normal circumstances, such a big pot of porridge has been completed, but not only does Xia Yu have no intention of stopping, the large charcoal furnace is still red.

"Huh--"

There was a riot throughout the audience.

Because Xia Yu finally put down the sticks, he just turned around to get charcoal and added charcoal to make the fire more vigorous.

Then, when he was moved to the kitchen counter, people were wondering what he was going to do, but he didn't expect that he would pick up the kettle that was put on the kitchen counter at some point, empty the two kettles in a row, and finally get a full bucket of hot water.

Wow!

Next, Xia Yu poured a bucket of hot water into the pot in full view of everyone.

"In this way, will it not destroy the taste of the porridge?"

"When the water is dry when cooking the porridge, of course you can add water in moderation, but you need to heat it! This will not affect the taste!"

Similar conversations filled the guild hall.

Below is a long time of rotating movement with sticks in Xia Yu's forehead, and his expression and eyes are unprecedentedly focused and serious.

Give up on oneself?

Stop 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 examiners.
Chapter completed!