Shoji Favorites

It's not meat foam?!!

For a while, everyone's minds were haunted by the topic raised by middle-aged diners, shouldn't beef filling be used in cooking mapo tofu?

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

Sitting in chairs, Terumi Kuga and Hitomo Hojo picked up a pinch of brown powdery object with chopsticks and slowly put it in their mouths for chewing.

"This is..."

The voices of the two rang out in unison.

After a long time, my eyes widened, and the memories of running around Sichuan and other places in the past gradually came to mind, and my eyes became scattered.

Not only did I make this expression for a long time, but the well-informed Hojo Hitochi of the Hojo Building also showed an expression as if he had seen something incredible.

Seeing the expressions on the faces of the two of them, Jiu I Tangshan immediately turned his head to look at Lin Feng, his eyebrows were frivolous, the corners of his mouth twitched, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, all of which were expounding on this chef with superb cooking skills, and his inner emotions fluctuated violently.

Facing the hateful gaze of Jiu Wu Tang, Lin Feng had a calm face, and all this in front of him was what he expected.

Even if Jiu I Tang is good at making special mapo tofu, Lin Feng is confident that he will win with magic mapo tofu, and... The true taste of this dish has not yet been revealed!!

"Hmph. "

Jiu I Tang Shan snorted coldly, calmed down, and continued: "Even if it's not meat foam, what can it be? Mapo tofu isn't..."

"You're wrong!"

Before I could finish speaking, a voice came from behind him.

Hojo Hitochi put the chopsticks on the table, took out a tissue to wipe the oil stains on the side of his mouth, and looked at the mapo tofu on the plate, with a solemn look on his face.

I tasted the mapo tofu that Kugado did cook before, and it didn't have that kind of taste, some were just spicy, but... When he tasted Lin Feng's magical mapo tofu, the texture was perfectly presented, and even the taste was very mild, which was incredible!

It's just that the taste should be...

After seeing that Hojo Hitomo just said a word, he frowned and didn't know what to think again, and the onlookers began to talk about it.

However, the topic of everyone's discussion did not leave Lin Feng and Jiu I Tangshan, after all, this kind of scene is rare to see.

It's just that, no matter how you look at it, Lin Feng looks like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child, no matter how powerful this kind of ghost is, he shouldn't be able to distinguish between high and low with Jiu me's sous chef.

"Am I wrong?"

Kuga Dozen looked at Hojo Hitochi deeply, and then put his eyes on the mapo tofu on the plate, and there was no feeling of brightness in his eyes, how could this mapo tofu be made by him?

Subconsciously, Kuga Dozen said impatiently: "Then declare the final winner, right?"

"Wait..."

Lin Feng, who hadn't spoken much, suddenly interrupted Kuga's words, looked at Hojo Renzhi and the others, and said with a smile: "Actually, this dish still has the most advanced process, and only when it is completed can it be regarded as a real magic mapo tofu." "

The last step?

Hojo Hitochi looked at Lin Feng, I looked at Lin Feng for a long time, everyone present looked at Lin Feng, no matter how amazing a plate of mapo tofu is, it is still just a plate of mapo tofu.

It is impossible to become tempura, it is impossible to become a king crab...

However, the pupils of everyone present shrank, and they saw Lin Feng suddenly take out a glass bottle, the mouth of the bottle was downward, and the golden liquid flowed out, fell into the plate, and quickly covered the mapo tofu.

In the next second, a rich aroma wafted out, lingering in front of everyone, and an inexplicable feeling arose.

Suddenly, not only the three judges who were tasting the magic mapo tofu, but also different pictures appeared in the minds of everyone present, but without exception, they were all about memories, about dusty memories...

"This taste..."

Jiu Ido clenched his fists, pursed his lips, and his expression became solemn.

How could it be, how could it be that just a drop of some golden liquid could produce a scent that evoked his memories, it was just... Unbelievable.

But......

Jiu I Tang Shan raised his head and looked at Lin Feng again, he couldn't lose, how could he lose to this kind of little ghost.

Lin Feng was calm, because as long as the three of them tasted mapo tofu again, the victory or defeat would be known in an instant.

Similarly, the three Hojo Hitochi all picked up the spoon, scooped some tofu into the plate, and slowly put it in their mouths and began to chew.

"Hmm~"

Almost in no particular order, the three of them were all smiling with satisfaction as the tofu was eaten.

The spicy taste of chili peppers, the aroma of garlic sprouts, the burning sensation of the mouth, the numbness of the trembling tongue, the color of the food, and... Flaky!

Yes, that kind of taste is crispy, compared to the mapo tofu that has been good for a long time, the magic mapo tofu cooked by Lin Feng is really a six-in-one, a wonderful taste ensemble of tofu and meat!

It's just that why isn't it meat foam, but it can give people the illusion of tasting meat?!

However, before Hojo Hitochi could think, Kuga Dozen, who was already impatient, shouted with a cold face: "Since you have finished tasting it, let's evaluate it quickly!"

At this moment, his heart was already in turmoil, looking at the expressions of Hojo Renzhi and his son, he suddenly had the illusion that he would be defeated by Lin Feng...

No way, no way to be defeated by that kind of imp!

"This vote of mine is for..."

The middle-aged diner looked at the two plates in front of him, frowned, hesitated for a long time and said, "Vote for... Magic mapo tofu!"

Although he doesn't have a good food culture, he can still tell the difference between delicious and undelicious, two portions of mapo tofu are placed in front of him, if he chooses, he must choose Lin Feng's magic mapo tofu!

"What?"

"Isn't it?!"

"I didn't vote for Mr. Kuga, but chose mapo tofu made by a ghost?"

Everyone looked at the mapo tofu wrapped in golden liquid on the plate, and suddenly had the idea of wanting to taste it.

What kind of magical mapo tofu is it, even the sous chef of Kuga Tangshan, who is known as the twin stars of China, has to lose slightly.

"Humph!"

Kuga Tangshan clasped his hands, glanced at Lin Feng with a calm face, and then put his gaze on Kuga Zhaoki.

It's just one vote, don't think you're going to win!

PS: Thank you readers for your great concern, belated Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, I said that I had my birthday yesterday, haha. _

To see the ununderlined version of the novel, please download Fei Lu Xiao