Chapter 1103

Let him see what changes have taken place in this dish.

"Japan...it's raining." Nakiri Senzaemon suddenly said something that was a bit incomprehensible.

But as long as you look at this "picture of the real sea bream island", you will know what he is talking about.

A burst of autumn rain brought a layer of coolness.

The milky white soup fell into the "Maple Sea Bream Island Map" bit by bit, just like autumn rain falling on the earth, and then turned into a turbulent mist, first rushing past Hokkaido, like the spring tide of melting snow, and then curling up. Passing through Honshu Island, like the mist in an incense burner, we finally gathered in Shikoku and Kyushu.

By the time Yang Ming stopped, the dish had changed drastically. The current "Maple Sea Bream Island Map" has been sealed by a layer of white milky mist. Everything is hidden in the thick fog, with only the top of Mount Fuji floating above the thick fog.

"Three judges, if you don't mind, how about trying it again?"

Before that, Hayama Ryo had used the flames he breathed to show everyone what the art of fire was. The blazing flames brought out all the deliciousness of the snapper and the spices covering it, like a high-spirited war song!

Now, Yang Ming used the completely opposite method to tell everyone present that not only flames, but water could also do the same thing. The warm and thick white fish soup fell into the "Sea Bream Island Picture" and disappeared in an instant, just like the autumn rain that moistened the soil. And the charming fragrance was instantly revealed, long and profound, no less than what Ryo Hayama cooked just now.

This dish, combined with the clear moonlight reflected by the frost, is so beautiful.

"How does this dish... taste?"

Nakiri Senzaemon moved the tableware with great anticipation.

Click.

With a crisp sound, the spoon cut into the sea bream rice.

Zhiliu.

With a slight press, some white soup spilled out from inside.

Hooray.

The steam that came out was full of the strong fragrance of matsutake, making him twitch his nose uncontrollably.

Ugh.

When you take a spoonful and put it in your mouth, you can feel the completely different taste from before. It contains a unique, simple, sweet and mellow taste, mixed with the smell of the sea and forest.

No, it's more than that.

The milky white fish soup poured into it, like the rising sea level, connected the four islands together, and the four originally distinct dishes slowly merged into one under the influence of this soup.

While chewing the dishes, several delicacies stimulate the taste buds in stages and overlapping, and the unique deliciousness of the sea bream explodes in the mouth one after another!

The mild-tasting sashimi and the temperature of the heated sea bream form a sharp contrast in temperature. The sea bream at different temperatures jumps out on the tongue, making its presence even more prominent. The foreshadowing laid during the cooking process has all been revealed under the pouring of fish soup.

Isn’t this supreme deliciousness of the fish melting together with the vegetables on your tongue the taste of the season? In this dish, the complete deliciousness of the snapper in its golden hour is preserved!

Temperature, heating, time, these are Yang Ming's condiments.

The fried batter of the tempura has also become a juice-sucking existence. The sea bream tempura that is full of soup has condensed the energy of the sea bream inside, releasing a strong impact the moment you bite it. , in the face of such power, there is no way to avoid this direct blow! There are waves in my body!

"The commander-in-chief..."

"Commander, his clothes are torn!"

here it is! Japan in Yang Ming’s eyes!

They... finally saw it.

Under the influence of the fish soup full of autumn flavor, this whole land was transformed into an autumn scenery.

Japan has four distinct seasons, and the longest one is autumn. It is the season that can best understand the precipitation of the soul and make people feel empty.

The maple trees all over the mountains and plains of Hokkaido gradually turn red in autumn. From north to south, with the alternation of cold and warm, there are layers of red oceans of different shades as far as the eye can see.

The snow water from Mount Fuji flows through the ground and is filtered into clear spring water, which then emerges from the ground and nourishes the majestic maple trees beside the stream.

In Kyoto, red leaves appear in the city. The area around Kinkakuji Temple, Ginkakuji Temple, Sanzenin Temple, and Kiyomizudera Temple are all surrounded by red leaves. Walking through the paths intertwined with bamboo and maple leaves, you can walk on the quaint paths filled with autumn colors and red leaves. The sunlight is slowly falling, and the scenery is endless. good.

This is not a beautiful scenery that can be summed up in just a few words: "Japanese Autumn Scenery". They have been completely integrated into Yang Ming's vision, viewing this poetic land from the perspective of a girl from China.

This is a dish that only chefs who are proficient in Japanese and Chinese culture can make!

That is to say...

"This is also a "must-kill dish." "

A dish that is unique and cannot be copied by others is a "must-have dish".

Although both are said to be "must-have dishes," these two dishes are completely different.

One is a representative work of fire, hot and violent, containing Ryo Hayama’s love and enthusiasm for spices from beginning to end.

The other is the embodiment of water that embraces all things. The sea embraces all rivers, and the gathered flavors flow continuously in the mouth, containing Yang Ming's unique understanding and experience of the country of Japan.

"The review is over! Then... the judgment begins!!" Nakiri Senzaemon announced.

Ye Shanliang and Yang Ming looked at each other and stood in front of the judges' table, waiting for the final results to be announced.

No matter what the result is, whether you cry or laugh, this long autumn selection is finally coming to an end...

"Thank you for your hard work..." Nakiri Senzaemon's voice was full of passion, and you couldn't tell that he was an old man at all. "At the decisive moment, both of them used their best methods to make delicious dishes. If it were simply In terms of cooking skills, the two are almost on par.”

Yang Ming nodded silently. The "grilled sea bream sashimi" cooked by the flamethrower's flame tongue was perfectly cooked. Even if he made it, he might only be able to do it that way.

"What's even more amazing is that although the theme of one dish is fire and the other is water, the taste of the two dishes is almost the same..."

...is it comparable?

"This situation has happened in the past. Two dishes that are completely inseparable, both taste so perfect. At this time, we often use another standard."

"That is whether there is a mark of the chef's uniqueness in this dish, and whether the chef's face can be reflected from the bottom of his heart when people taste this dish."

“If we can do it, we often call this dish the chef’s “must-have dish”! "