My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

Even if the skills of LV10 can stand alone, Hideji Kitahara slowly put down the kitchen knife, and carefully studied the [Cooking] to get the auxiliary skills after upgrading to the middle level-it seems that the more skill books integrated, the more you get when the skill is upgraded. The more subsidiary skills, the more powerful, and Kitahara Hideji was free to gnaw all the recipes of East Asian and Southeast Asian countries that Fukuzawa Naotaka had collected.

It turned out that there is still this particularity, and you should pay attention to learning skills in the future.

Dongmei stood beside him with a small black face, holding a sharp and long fish-cutting knife in her hand, and asked softly, "Is this what you said for help?"

She has endured it for four days. At first, she thought that Kitahara Xiuji had any whimsical ideas, but now it was pure mischief, and finally she couldn't help but ask.

For these four days, Hideji Kitahara arranged her, Xueli, and Haruna, and went to the hospital to guard Naotaka Fukuzawa in turn. There was hope that Naotaka Fukusawa would get better, but he did nothing by himself and was in the store. Play with carrots.

The store is now in a mess, with radishes piled up like a mountain, and the smell of radish fills the entire space, making people vomit, and the whole family is motivated to eat radishes to make pickles, but more than 90% of it is unavoidable to waste. If Hideji Kitahara doesn't give a reasonable explanation, the fish cutter in Dongmei's hand will be inserted into Hideji Kitahara's buttocks in the next moment. It's already very difficult at home. Does this guy still need to build these planes? Are you here to help or to add to the chaos?

"I'm improving my cooking skills to prepare for becoming a general shopkeeper." Kitahara Hideji did not hide Dong Mi, one said one, and the other said two. In ancient times, you can see the river rushing by and enlighten you, and now you have him cutting radishes and mastering the essence of culinary skills.

Dongmei is not mentally retarded, she naturally doesn't believe it, her face darkened: "Improve cooking skills by cutting carrots?"

This is the basic skill of a chef, whether it is good or not, it is equivalent to Su Zhen in swordsmanship! If you want to improve your culinary skills in this way, there have been chefs everywhere, and there are so many celebrity chefs, do you still need you?

Hideji Kitahara smiled confidently and picked up the kitchen knife again, and the entire popularity scene suddenly changed. It seems that the entire kitchen has become his site. Anyone or anything that violates his will will be faintly rejected—according to his skills. , Now no worse than those professional chefs who have been in the business for many years, and equipped with new accessory skills, it also has the power to fight with those well-known chefs with unique skills.

Confidence comes from strength!

He smiled to Dongmei and the others: "I have completed my cultivation, what do you want to eat? Come, feel free to order and try my craft!"

Xueli was sitting in the corner of the kitchen, holding a white radish in one hand, burped, and shook his head again and again: "No, show time, I really can't eat anymore, I...no, I won't eat radishes anymore. "

Today it was Chuncai’s turn to go to the hospital to accompany her, and her closest father was sick. Xueli was still sad at home, and her mood was always depressed. Dongmei felt sorry for her and the wasted carrots, so she placed her in the house knowing she likes to eat. In the kitchen, she ate casually, and she didn’t stop, turning her grief into appetite, and eating Hesai, but no matter how much she eats, she is still a person, and she will have enough time after all.

She was carrying two rabbits, but she was not a rabbit, so she couldn't stand the use of carrots as a staple food.

Hideji Kitahara is a little embarrassed, is this eating this child out of radish phobia? He walked over and said softly to Xueli: "Let's not have these radishes. Don't force yourself to eat them. Now change the taste. Do you have any favorite dishes?"

Sitting in the radish pile in the corner of the kitchen, Xueli looked very pitiful. She lowered her head and thought for a while, then said grievedly: "I want to eat the mustard bibimbap made by my mother. I haven't eaten it for a long time. I could eat ten bowls , But you can't do it, mom has an exclusive secret recipe."

Kitahara smiled, took the radish from her hand, and smiled: "It's okay, I'll make you mustard bibimbap."

Xueli raised his head and glanced at him, then stubbornly shook his head and said: "Mom's mustard bibimbap is really special. Daddy can't do it. You haven't eaten it before. It's better not to make it."

"Try it!" Kitahara Xiuji laughed again and went to wash the rice.

Dongmei followed him with a small black face, and said angrily: "Are you going to continue to mess around? Didn't you say that you want to continue operating the izakaya? There is not much money in the family, do you understand? There is not much money anymore!"

In fact, there are still more sellers, but Dong Mi is already extremely nervous now, and is more concerned about money, every time she spends a yen is to use a knife to gouge her heart, any behavior that makes the money disappear in her hand It's all killing her.

She regretted believing Kitahara Xiuji, but she couldn't do without Kitahara Xiuji if she wanted to reopen. Haruna was too small to stand up, and she felt unreliable to hire one from outside. She was beginning to wonder whether to drive Kitahara Xiuji. .

Xiuji Kitahara tilted his head and smiled at her, and comforted: "Prepare for another day today, and we will restart business tomorrow, no problem."

Dongmei hesitated for a moment, but could only endure one more day. If Kitahara Hideji still behaves like this tomorrow, she will mobilize her sisters to beat him directly.

However, these few days there are only a few small ones who still go to school and kindergarten without knowing the truth. They all took leave for the time being, and now she has nothing to do, so she just stood next to Hideji Kitahara and watched him make mustard bibimbap, but watch After feeling wrong for a while, he reminded: "You shouldn't use this kind of rice. Mom didn't do this before."

If you want to pay attention to bibimbap, the choice of the rice is very important. It even needs several kinds of rice to match each other to have a perfect taste. If the rice is cooked randomly, it may not be sticky and uncomfortable when you look at it. How can it be possible? good to eat?

And Kitahara Hideji chose three kinds of rice to match each other according to the method he learned. Unlike Fukuzawa's mother's formula, Dong Mi must still think that his mother is authentic.

Kitahara Xiuji ignored her, just smiled and said, "I know it in my heart."

Dongmei squinted at him, flipped through the refrigerator, and said, "There is no fresh wasabi at home, and it is very expensive. Don't waste the ingredients!"

The wasabi in the izakaya is for diners who occasionally order sashimi, and Naotaka Fukuzawa is very particular about this, and he doesn’t charge horseradish, and he really provides freshly ground wasabi—mostly it is made for blind people. Diners can't eat that good.

Many people can’t tell the difference between mustard, wasabi and horseradish.

Wasabi in Japanese cuisine actually refers to wasabi, and toothpaste-like wasabi paste is not real wasabi, but horseradish, and real wasabi is a traditional spice-the mustard bibimbap that you want to eat in the snow actually refers to Freshly ground wasabi bibimbap.

Japanese people usually call it "wasabi" when referring to wasabi. The corresponding Chinese character name is "威佐俾". It was a spice that replaced chili in the Tang Dynasty in China more than a thousand years ago. I don’t know what’s going on. Today, it’s the mustard in ordinary people’s cognition. It may be that the three tastes too similar to each other. And when paired with sashimi, sashimi, it should also come as a package-now it’s difficult. After textual research, why the Japanese eat freshly ground wasabi when eating sashimi, and now I can't say three, four, five or six.

Wasabi is a very delicate plant. It has extremely high requirements for water temperature, water quality, and soil salinity. It does not like light. It only grows in the damp and shade of the roots of big trees. Even so, it will take a year or two to be considered mature. The longer the growth time, the finer the meat quality, the better the top-quality — the artificially cultivated ones stand aside, and the fast-growing quality is average.

As far as the cuisine is concerned, wasabi is authentic, horseradish is a substitute, and the taste is two or three grades worse. It is the cousin of wasabi, but it is not good, nicknamed horseradish, is the relative of radish. younger brother. As for mustard, it is a traditional spice around the world. It is very common. You can tell by its name. Mustard seeds are ground into a powder, which is the best of the best.

Tomi is still very concerned about not having fresh wasabi. If it is not delicious, it is better not to make it. It is better to keep the balance and sell the money, and Kitahara Hideji doesn't care about her and takes the wasabi and grinds it.

Wasabi is not spicy and does not choke the nose. Only in the process of fine grinding, the myrosinase, which was originally in the well water and not in the river water, will react with the sulfo glucoside, presenting a unique food style with a refreshing fragrance.

Xiuji Kitahara worked in an orderly manner, using quick-freezing to cool the steaming rice to a temperature that can be eaten right away. After serving half of the bowl, he spread a thin layer of freshly ground wasabi on the rice, and then took it away from the wasabi. The umami sauce with good soy sauce was poured in a circle, and finally delivered to the snow inside.

Xueli stretched his nose and sniffed it carefully, and said with some confusion, "Mother did not make it like this, can it be delicious?"

Kitahara Shuji turned around again to serve the second bowl, and said with a smile: "You'll know if you taste it."

Mixing the chopsticks in the snow, she picked it up and took a big bite. Then she held the bowl and lowered her head in a daze.

Dongmi looked at Kitahara Xiuji and then at her sister, and asked expectantly: "How does it taste?" She hopes that Kitahara Xiuji's cooking skills will be excellent, so that the family store can continue to operate.

Xueli didn't answer, he raised his head and there were two lines of clear tears on his beautiful face. She cried silently for a while, and suddenly burst into tears.

Dongmei was shocked, and hurried to grab her job, shouting: "What's the matter? Is it too spicy?"

Xueli held the bowl in her arms and choked sobs: "It's mother's taste, I miss mother, sister don't stop me, let me finish eating!" After she said she lowered her head and started to chop the rice, crying as she choked. ~www.readwn.com~ I miss my mother, I miss my mother, ooh..."

Dongmei was pushed aside by Xueli, looking at her tearful sister, she fell into deep confusion.

Xiuji Kitahara handed a bowl of rice to her, and smiled helplessly: "You also taste it?" He didn't expect to eat and cry in the snow, probably because the wasabi was choking his nose and she had been in the past few days. I'm in a bad mood!

Dongmei took the bowl suspiciously, looking from left to right, only from the outside, he couldn't see the difference from what he had eaten before. Finally, he stirred it lightly and picked a chopstick into his mouth. Only the fragrance was full of fragrance and it was absolutely fresh. Wasabi is undoubtedly a slight choking nose, which makes the nose sour, but it is the kind of refreshing sourness, which seems to dissipate the hot summer heat in an instant, and more importantly, it is indeed the taste of mother-just eating After such a bite of rice, I naturally remembered the gentleness, that amiable smile, and those Chunchun's words of my mother's past.

Some seem to have opened up dusty memories.

Dongmei couldn't help but tears, she hurriedly lowered her head, wiped her tears and whispered: "It's so spicy, it choked on the nose, and the taste is just average!"

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