Chapter 627 Pufferfish Banquet

Just like that, dozens of meters apart.

In front of Shen Jin and under the gaze of all the cooking demons, Huai Shi placed the cocktail shaker on the cooking table, poured 200 ml of purified water, turned around, opened the refrigerator, and took out two bubble-free ice cubes.

Throw it into the pot and close the lid.

Then it's over.

Nothing more was put in.

Accompanied by the dull sound of the ice cubes colliding, the cocktail shaker spun around in Miss Motoko's hands, flew up deftly, drew an arc in the air, and then fell again.

Like a tame animal.

The mixing pot jumped, rolled, and shook flexibly between Huai Shi's arms and fingers. If he hadn't confirmed that this was not a magician's trick, one would have almost thought that there was an invisible rope tied to the pot in his hand. Making such amazing and rich moves.

Dazzling.

No ingredients were processed, no stove was lit, and no tools were even used.

He was just casually tossing and shaking the shaker in his hand during the game, as if he wanted to make a cup of cappuccino for the aunties present.

But that’s not what cappuccino does.

And everyone could see clearly that there was no coffee in the pot, not even a single soybean.

It's like a joke.

It’s hard to understand.

"What is she doing?"

"Juggling?"

"Aren't you bartending?" Vladimir scratched his chin and said doubtfully: "There are also chef demons who focus on drinks, right? It doesn't seem to be anything unusual."

Yarum, who was dressed as a hippie, couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Bartending? Is this called bartending?

He could bet that if there was even a gram of alcohol in the bottle, he would eat that bottle with cephalosporins on it today. This is just fucking ice water, right? !

"Hoho, pleasing the eyes is also part of the cooking show..."

The old chef Guo still looks like he's in the late stages of Alzheimer's disease, and he looks really, really powerful, which makes people very angry.

But in the eyes covered with gray spots and white shadows, the pupils shrank slightly, and a vague electric light flashed.

Look at the Qi method.

Searching for the dragon's broken acupoint, using the essence technique of measuring the earth's energy veins in his eyes, at that moment, he was keenly aware of something wrong...

what is that?

In Huai Shi's hands, there are strange fluctuations hidden in the mixing pot.

Like a hidden vortex, it rotates silently, without any heat spreading. Instead, it extracts all the heat and pours it into it continuously.

The temperature of the entire underground space faintly dropped by a point, but few people were able to detect this subtle change.

It was at that moment that under Huai Shi's long gloves, the steel arm silently cracked open, and the furnace in the darkness lit up with tiny flames.

——Casting, no, cooking has begun!

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For more than half an hour, Huai Shi casually shook the cocktail shaker in his hand, but other than that, he made no movement at all.

It was as if he had completely idled and given up on the game.

It looked like a broken jar.

In other directions, the looks from others have become more and more mocking.

Maki was sitting on the chair, fidgeting and clenching her fists, staring at the back. Although I don’t know what exactly happened, it seems that the current situation is overwhelmingly disadvantageous to our side.

But as long as she looked at Miss Huai Zhi's still calm look, she felt an inexplicable sense of confidence.

It's not that bad.

There is still room for a comeback.

Soon, she smelled the smell gradually spreading in the air... It should be said that by now, no one could ignore the smell brewing in the air.

And the fine boiling breath that gradually echoes in the ears.

It was the sound of countless bubbles rising and spreading in the casserole, with the unique deliciousness of thick soup. They rose from the boiling cauldron, setting off ripples and waves in the rich milky white soup, rippling on the bacteria. Between mushrooms and vegetables.

When it comes into contact with the air, the rich fragrance contained in those bubbles will explode instantly, merge into the wind, and fly in all directions.

Like a volcano about to erupt, there is no stopping it.

The terrifying sweetness melting into the pot is constantly getting out of the gaps in the lid, turning into strands of hot steam, lingering on the tip of everyone's nose, bringing undisguised deliciousness and terrifying temptation.

At the moment of sniffing the fragrance, people already have what is called enlightenment.

Even if there is hell ahead, I still want to find out and try that kind of deliciousness, even if the deliciousness that is too extreme and too huge will swallow me up.

The crisp sound of the vegetable bell sounded.

From Fukatsu Kei's hands.

The cooking is over!

As the underworld shadow dissipated, the skinny middle-aged man's eyes lit up with strange fire, and he looked at the opponent in front of him with a ferocious smile:

"Can we begin, Miss Huai Zhi?"

The soft sound of water suddenly stopped.

The shaker fell on the table.

Just like a dice cup, all the dust settles.

Huai Shi raised her eyes and stared at the cooking table in front of Shen Jinqing. A white hot mist enveloped everything, hiding the ferocious minions.

But the alluring fragrance floated in the air, pulsating the hunger and restlessness in her belly.

He couldn't wait.

After turning around and washing her hands on the sink, Miss Huaizhi pulled out her chair and sat in front of the table, finally showing a hint of expectant smile.

Wait quietly.

The feast of death in the name of iron cannon has begun.

"It's rare to meet such wonderful guests, which makes people excited."

Shen Jinqing walked in with a smile and put on the first dish: "Today is a full set of iron cannon feasts, using the most delicious parts of three puffer fish. The portion is a little big, so if you can't eat it, don't force it... …But I believe that Miss Huai Zhi will not refuse such a kind offer.”

Like a peony in full bloom.

Between the plates decorated with various brightly colored lettuces, there are rows of crystal clear sashimi. Those pure white colors gather and overlap in one place, like blooming flowers, exuding a refreshing and sweet smell.

When picked up with chopsticks, each piece of extremely thin and flexible fish meat glows faintly when reflected in the light.

I don’t know how many times I have practiced it repeatedly, and how much effort and time I have put into it, before I have this small piece in Huai Shi’s hand now.

The texture is perfectly divided, maintaining the same and uniform flavor of each piece, and then cutting the small piece of sashimi so pleasing to the eye.

Really awesome.

It's just...it's just sashimi.

There is no orange vinegar, grated radish or green onions to accompany it.

"Our puffer fish does not need any other supplements. Once you taste it, you will understand that unnecessary foreign substances will only taint this precious seasonal flavor."

Shen Jinqing held his head high and declared confidently.

Huaishi opened his mouth and swallowed a piece of sashimi into his belly.

It’s like detonating a delicious bomb in an instant. When the elastic fish texture is chewed by the teeth, the fresh and sweet juice bursts out from the gaps between the teeth, teasing the taste buds on the tongue and bringing out the unique sweetness of the fish. The terrifying deliciousness that is unreachable by ordinary things exploded.

Extremely simple and without any frills or frills.

Although it has not had time to mature, the flavor is still no less than any other of its kind.

Indeed, as Fukatsu said, all foreign objects will only dull this deliciousness. Only the simplest taste can give you the deepest understanding of the fresh vitality that has already penetrated every cell.

The more you chew, the more deeply you can feel the sweetness lingering on the tip of your tongue, but then, the emptier it becomes.

Just before the last piece of fish was swallowed, Huai Shi picked up the next piece of sashimi.

He couldn't wait to open his mouth.

As early as the moment she took the first bite, Huai Shi had already clearly understood: this pure and natural delicacy is indeed beyond the reach of her current self.

The chefs of Santu in the past have studied for many years, cultivated fish species for many generations, and improved countless processes before deducing the flavor of puffer fish to the extreme.

Where is the field that outsiders like myself can easily enter?

One piece, two pieces, three pieces... When the gurgling fragrance turned into a mellow and rich flavor, Huaishi was already immersed in it and could not stop.

Yes, that's it...

Shen Jinqing grinned and smiled, the fire in his eyes dancing.

This is the confidence that Chef Santu will never waver in.

——No matter how picky the eater is, once he takes the first bite, he will be captured by this natural magic without exception, and then step by step towards the abyss, there is no way back!

"That's too bad."

In the audience, the old chef Guo narrowed his eyes and chuckled strangely: "You actually stepped into the routine without taking any precautions? Do you have no confidence in yourself, or do you know nothing at all?"

Even though he is a veteran monster-level cooking demon, he is still afraid of Santu's iron cannon feast.

That is a terrifying temptation that leads people into a desperate situation step by step. Once you start to indulge for the first time, you will get out of control...

And when Huaishi's movements finally stopped, he realized that the sashimi plate in front of him was empty?

A whole dragon puffer fish, the most delicious and sweet part, has been completely eaten by him?

However, he did not feel any satiety. Instead, he became increasingly hungry and wanted more.

He didn't have to wait too long.

Immediately afterwards, the second dish was served.

"Fish bone tempura, please."

Shen Jinqing smiled and put down another wine glass: "Please taste it with the shark fin wine."

The now-splendid tempura is picked up, and no oil-water adhesion or excess oil stars can be seen. It is an extremely thin piece, as if amber has been ground into a sheet. It can be clearly seen through the tempura. The light and shadow on the other side.

When the chopsticks put the tempura into the mouth, there was a crisp sound.

In silence, so clear and penetrating.

There was a click.

The crispy fried food crumbled between the teeth. After being fried in oil, the wonderful aroma that was bred in the heat was wrapped in a bright coat. Accompanied by a series of crisp sounds, it danced on the tips of his teeth.

It is a taste completely different from the deliciousness of fish meat. After simple processing, the wonderful taste contained in the fish bones flows from the tip of the tongue into the belly along with the crispy texture.

Without any prompting, Huaishi picked up the wine glass next to her and drank the sake in one gulp. In an instant, the sake with the aroma of burnt fish fins flowed into her throat, mixing with the aftertaste of the fish bones.

Got fired up!

A heat wave hit my face, my long hair danced in the air, and I felt that my whole body was completely surrounded by this hearty heat.

Then, holding the cod liver in your hand, the mellow cod liver melts in your mouth and penetrates into the soul, turning into an ultimate deliciousness that is better than sashimi and surpasses common sense.

Chewing like crazy, almost unable to stop.

The moment when the fugu hot pot is finally served to the table.

Finally, the picture is revealed!