"Is Little Mo refusing to let go of the 'Forgiveness Green'?" Hearing the name of the dish, Zhang Yu's mouth twitched, and his gaze toward Mark was filled with pity.
Not only did he want to pursue that niece with the Little Witch personality, but now he was also being stung in the heart over and over again by Mo Bai.
"It seems I worried too much. While the Culinary Heart and impact of this dish are indeed domineering, they do not possess the flavor to manipulate a Culinary Heart to suppress another's dish." Hearing the dish name, Nakiri Senzaemon nodded.
"With a former IGO Investigator and a Miko of Yukikawa Shrine vouching for him, presumably he wouldn't be someone from the Dark Cooking Society or the Gourmet Corp."
"It's just... yet another type of Culinary Heart?"
Looking at Mo Bai before the cooking station, Nakiri Senzaemon's heart was filled with emotion and a sense of loss.
Appetizer: Splendid Spring Scenery Trio. Culinary Heart: Purification Type & Fusion Type.
Soup: Clear Stewed Onion Soup. Culinary Heart: Harmonizing Flavor Type & Emotion Type.
Side Dish: Sweet and Spicy Roasted Quail. Culinary Heart: Harmonizing Flavor Type & Fusion Type & Strengthening Type.
An eighteen-year-old youth possessing three dishes with five types of Culinary Hearts, and all of them were Culinary Hearts with a broad, nearly all-purpose range of application.
There were also the two types of Divine Gifts: God's Hand and God's Eye.
Such natural talent; even Nakiri Senzaemon, who was a Qilin-level Chef, marveled at it. "Is he a youth destined to become a Special-Grade?"
"In this Side Dish: Sweet and Spicy Roasted Quail, the deliciousness of the poultry has been magnified to the extreme," Nakiri Senzaemon spoke up.
"The rich taste of the sweet and spicy sauce complements the rich aroma of the quail, which was marinated in spices and roasted, perfectly."
"After entering the mouth and biting through the surface's crispy skin, the roasted-to-perfection, delicious quail meat juices explode. Then, the rich sweet and spicy sauce from the inner layer whips up a powerful storm on the tip of the tongue."
"What is presented in the mouth is the quail, or rather, a bird of the sky controlling the storm."
"And the key to having so much meat juice lies in the marinating process." Nakiri Senzaemon held up a vigorous, powerful finger in front of him. "Spices—or more precisely, spinach juice mixed with spices."
"Through kneading and massage, the quail meat absorbed a large amount of the spinach spice juice. During roasting, the entire quail was coated in oil."
"And the incomparably rich sweet and spicy sauce, which does not mask the original flavor of the quail, was injected into the quail's abdomen at this very moment."
"Since the quail meat was saturated with the spinach spice juice, it naturally wouldn't completely absorb the sweet and spicy sauce."
"This resulted in two distinct flavors for the surface and inner layers, ensuring the rich taste wouldn't be overly heavy and mask the brilliance of the subsequent Main Dish."
"This dish is like a star, shining with the spirituality created by the chef!"
Nakiri Senzaemon, who had delivered the commentary, felt incredibly emotional in his heart.
"If he can go just one step further, perhaps this youth can..."
Thinking of the alarm received from Nasuno Shrine a week ago, Nakiri Senzaemon fell into silence.
"Is this his true capability?" Staring at the dining plate, Nakiri Erina's state of mind could not calm down for a long time.
Possessing the God's Tongue, Nakiri Erina understood that the technique Nakiri Senzaemon described sounded simple.
However, without the God's Hand, it would be fundamentally impossible to achieve the balance between the inner sweet and spicy flavor and the outer original flavor. Without the God's Eye controlling the roasting timing, it would also be impossible to achieve the effects of bursting juices and balance. These two points allowed for a perfect fusion on the tip of the tongue.
Although she didn't want to admit it, someone as arrogant as she had to bow her head.
After tasting this Sweet and Spicy Roasted Quail, her God's Tongue had fallen into complete dead silence, offering not a shred of feedback.
So much so that she was lost in the gourmet illusion for far longer than anyone else.
The Sweet and Spicy Roasted Quail had ruthlessly crushed the defense of the God's Tongue, and along with it, her pride.
Born into the Nakiri family, with a Qilin-level Chef grandfather above her and countless food industry practitioners crowding below her, Nakiri Erina, who also possessed the God's Tongue herself, took it for granted that she was a unique existence.
Until now, when that youth below the judges' bench ruthlessly stripped away her radiant outer garment.
A unique God's Gift? He has two items.
The culinary arts she took pride in? The youth was already walking far ahead of her.
"Has he pulled far away from his peers?"
The evaluation she once sniffed at now birthed bitterness in Nakiri Erina's heart.
In Nakiri Erina's view, what Mo Bai excelled at most should have been the seafood revealed during the Akihabara Summit Battle.
A seafood soup mixing nearly thirty types of seafood ingredients—even she, with the God's Tongue, had never thought of such a thing.
Nakiri Erina gazed down from the judges' bench with eyes full of complex emotions.
"Durum wheat flour? Is his Main Dish pasta?!"
Mo Bai, behind the cooking station, didn't care what the people on the judges' bench were thinking. He was rushing to produce the next dish with all his might.
In terms of dietary habit choices, Mo Bai leaned more toward pasta as a Main Dish.
Besides, all sorts of Western pasta dishes had long flooded the market; if one were to subdivide them, one really couldn't distinguish much of a reason.
The yellowish Durum wheat flour, specialized for Italian pasta, was piled up into a small mountain shape on Mo Bai's cooking station.
Looking through this scene, Mo Bai recalled the tragic scene when he made his first dish, the Soul Repose Noodles. At that time, he naively thought that as long as the stick stirred fast enough, the flour wouldn't fly the fck all over the place. The result, naturally, was a room full of flour that made him choke like a dog.
"Screw the White Luo Staff!"
While recalling his dark history, Mo Bai began to knead the dough.
There was no showy maneuver of not adding water, nor was there any protagonist-style posturing with the White Luo Snake Coiling Chain show flying about. The smooth movements of simply rubbing it into flakes and kneading it into a dough ball attracted the gazes of everyone.
"Such smooth movements!" Auxis was the first who couldn't suppress the shock in his heart and stood up.
He understood the advantages of handmade noodles, but Durum wheat flour was high-gluten flour after all. The higher the gluten, the harder and more difficult it was to knead. Even in Italy, the origin of pasta, a chef without more than ten years of professional experience couldn't produce good handmade pasta.
"It's more than just smooth; it's simply a technique forged through a thousand hammers and a hundred refinements!" Zhang Yu, who had never seen Mo Bai play with the White Case, was so surprised he couldn't close his mouth.
"Is he involved in dim sum too?" Nakiri Erina bit her pink lip lightly with her pearly teeth.
The pliable dough was taking shape rapidly under Mo Bai's hands.
"Complete."
The round, yellow dough released golden rays of light like the sun.
Mo Bai picked up a glass bowl and buckled the dough inside it; he was long used to this weirdness.
For a month and a half after crossing over, he did nothing else but stubbornly pick away at the Soul Repose Noodles. High-gluten flour, medium-gluten flour, low-gluten flour—to put it bluntly, as long as it was a flour variety of the Surface World, nine out of ten had likely met their end under his hands.
Possessing such savage kung fu, if this dough didn't glow with the assistance of Intuition and Purification, that would be the strange thing.
After cleaning his hands, the staff delivered the ingredients in a timely manner.
"Tomato, lemon, white vinegar, cooking wine, garlic cloves."
"Mandarin fish, dry starch, lard."
"Eh? This recipe is Squirrel Mandarin Fish?" Zhang Yu's small eyes widened; this was precisely the Squirrel Mandarin Fish he had taught Mo Bai two or three days ago.
"Could he be..." Zhang Yu thought of a certain possibility.
"Pasta that isn't pasta!?"
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