Shiji: taste bud reversal

293. Nirvana?

"Nirvana dishes?" Hearing Kobayashi Gentian's words, Bai Mu's hand moved slightly, and he couldn't help but smile, "You don't have a small appetite." "

"Hah, of course. Xiao Lin Gentian twisted the shoulder on the other side and moved his muscles and bones, "Just because of Bai Mujun's words, senior sister, I have been very busy these days." "

"Even if you say that, where do I have any nirvana dishes?" Shiraki shrugged, "Do you want egg fried rice?"

"It's a lot of work to get you to cook seriously. Xiao Lin Gentian puffed out his cheeks, and nodded with a very reluctant expression, "Forget it, for the sake of Senior Sister and I haven't eaten anything good in the past few days, you can do whatever you like." "

In Kobayashi Gentian's opinion, isn't it a joke for Shiraki to say that he doesn't have nirvana dishes? Even if it is an ordinary student of "Five-Eighty-Three", he can come up with a few specialty dishes, but when she thinks of the dishes she saw before, which she can't even understand, and is not even qualified to taste, she feels that she can somewhat understand Shiraki's thoughts.

Kind of food... Maybe I'm not qualified to be able to get it.

But...... I want to eat it!

One of Kobayashi's lifelong wishes is to taste all the delicacies in the world, how could she resist such a big temptation in front of her?

As the saying goes, I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the light.

However, the reality is cruel, looking at the white wood on the podium who began to prepare rice, Kobayashi Gentian couldn't help but grind his teeth secretly, and the appetite in his heart could not be quelled like a cat scratch.

But she really misunderstood Shiraki this time.

For a long time, in addition to listening to various knowledge in Yuanyue's cooking class, Shiraki really didn't have a spare time to hone his cooking skills in private, especially after gaining all the cooking knowledge and skills of Si Yingshi, Akane Kubo Momo and other chefs, he can be said to have become a master of all fields.

However, unless there is some kind of assessment, or he is exercising his abilities, Shiraki would rather eat instant noodles than taste the dishes he made, let alone research any nirvana dishes.

And when Kobayashi Gentian talked about the nirvana dish, Shiraki subconsciously thought of the plate of dead egg fried rice that almost saved him.

He still thinks back that he didn't put anything strange in it except salt and soy sauce, and the rice and eggs were normal, but the final taste... It's hard to put into words.

In short, Kobayashi Gentian wants to eat, so satisfy her.

After a full semester and a half of further study, Shiraki's cooking skills are no longer at the level of half-baked when he first entered the academy, and even if he makes a simple bowl of egg fried rice, the skills that can be used are quite rich.

There are all tips on the choice of rice grains, the water and heat for cooking, the size and type of eggs, the ratio of the two, and the method of mixing.

You can even use some cooking techniques from other cuisines to decorate it.

The students below had already squeezed to the front at this time to read the recipe, of course, they also saw Shiroki's action of selecting ingredients by the way, and it was obvious that the other party didn't plan to cook according to the content of the course at all, but they also knew that Kobayashi Gentian and Shiraki were from a research club, and it seemed that a little more casual acquaintances could accept it...?

What the hell are these Ten Masters thinking! Aren't they taking the lead in disrupting the discipline set by Nagi Thistle?!

Kobayashi Gentian's move made it impossible for all the students to rectify it.

But the dishes still have to be cooked, and most people are full of doubts and start cooking according to their usual methods.

As for the restrictions on cooking utensils written in the recipe, whatever he is, Kobayashi Gentian doesn't care, what are they struggling with there?

Thirty minutes later, Shiraki's rice was baked. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Instead of using a traditional rice cooker or a large pot for steaming, more sophisticated equipment is used, and the baked rice is not steaming hot, but exudes a faint fragrance at cold temperature.

The color of the rice is extremely bright, and the grains are full and crystal clear.

The snow-white rice grains collide with the golden egg wash in the pan, and the right technique makes each grain of rice coated with the egg wash incomparably evenly, and the stir-frying action is as smooth as a cloud, which looks like it is not cooking, but rather a work of art.

With the deepening of cooking, Kobayashi Gentian, who was watching on the sidelines, gradually changed from carelessness at the beginning, to surprise, and now, soaked in cold sweat without knowing it, she stared at the wok in Bai Mu's hand with burning eyes, a drop of sweat dripped from the corner of her forehead, slid down on her slender eyelashes, leaving an elegant arc, slowly bounced to the ground...

The same is true for the students below, who at first can concentrate on their own cooking, but as the rice comes out, the attraction of the contents of the pot is completely unconcealable.

Like the only light source clearly visible in the dark night, and like a flag standing on the top of a mountain, the presence that people can't ignore attracts their eyes to the position of the podium.

Then they saw the most unforgettable scene of their lives.

What a beautiful work that is?

It is like a scholar who has appreciated the natural structure of three-dimensional geometry for the first time, and like an aesthetic apprentice who has just mastered the deconstruction code of observing nature, the world in his eyes suddenly becomes different from the past, and becomes some... Incomprehensible!

Kobayashi Gentian now feels like a first-grade elementary school student, watching the university teacher on the stage teach advanced mathematics and linear algebra. I don't understand!

Whether it is the luster, shape, and color of the rice in the pot, or the aroma, shape, and color changes of the eggs, combined with Shiraki's movements, they are completely contrary to the knowledge she has mastered.

The most intuitive thing to feel is the aroma.

It's hard to imagine how 0.9 rice, eggs, and the spices on the table can be used to create such an elegant aroma that even the best spices can't match in such a short stir-fry time, without going through any other processes.

She thinks that there may be knowledge that she doesn't know about the stir-frying techniques and the types and proportions of ingredients, but even if she can't understand it at all, it doesn't prevent the most intuitive visual impact of the cooking.

It is a full grain of brilliant and crystal clear, surrounded by wisps of fragrance, whether it is the turn of the line or the subtlety of the color, it is so perfect that people can't take their eyes off it at all.

"Goo. "

The corners of Kobayashi's gentian mouth became a little moist at some point, and she stared directly at the golden fried rice that was constantly surging in the pot, and suddenly felt an indescribable hunger rush over her body.

It's like urging her... Let's eat it.