As he said that, Shushizhuliu turned on all four stoves and put them on the pot.

A soup pot, a frying pan, a wok and a square pot made Xiaolan stunned and muttered in his heart whether this is the chef's way of playing, all open.

Take the oil from the side and pour it in. There are several commonly used oils here, such as camellia oil, sesame oil, cottonseed oil, peanut oil and olive oil. Like camellia oil, it has a very special smell.

Heat oil in the wok and turn to high heat. He picked up a pack of 500 grams of vacuum-packed rice and poured it into the wok. He pulled it apart and poured it into the wok. He pulled it with one hand.

The white rice grains sprinkled like snow grains but did not fall outside.

Natsume Koyama spoke in a coordinated manner: "In addition to willingness, there is also a heart that can regard everything around you as part of the cuisine."

"oh......"

"Wow, awesome!"

Conan was standing on the chair behind him. There was no way. The island and the stove were only more than one meter wide. The stone-stone pillow flowed back and forth very quickly. He was not as tall as the table and could hardly see anything.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Master Soseki pour the fried rice into the mixer.

"What is this for?" Conan asked.

"It is necessary to make something easy to digest. It takes more time to cook the raw rice until it is too long, and it is better to break it..."

"Do you want to make it all into powder?" Xiaolan asked for help.

"Yes! It's enough for one minute."

"The so-called sound is the sound when cooking. The more advanced the sound, the more wonderful it makes, just like music... The sound of cutting vegetables from knives is like a piano concerto..."

squeak!~~~

Hell, la la la la la la la la la la...

Natsume Koyama Natsume was slapped in the face.

The harsh sound of the machine made Lin Shuang frown. He looked at the kitchen where he could see the head of Conan, the kitchen watcher, constantly bubbled.

At the same time, silver prompts kept flashing in front of Lin Shuang's eyes, asking him whether he would pay to check Conan's psychological activities.

Pooh!

Lin Shuang turned his face away with disgust.

Natsume Koyama Natsume quickly explained: "In addition to being delicious, Soseki's dishes are also particularly nourishing in the stomach, because he had a very serious stomach disease before. His habit was to break all the ingredients."

Lin Shuang nodded: "No wonder, now it has developed into molecular cuisine."

"yes!"

Lin Shuang smiled. No matter whether the stone-stone pillow is really a fan of shattering things, the molecular cooking order can reduce the cost of ingredients by a large amount. As a boss, he will definitely be more willing.

"Stomach disease is..."

“Stomach cancer.”

"Ah? Then..." Kogoro Mouri suddenly pointed at his hair.

"Yes, my hair fell out after chemotherapy, because this also affected his career as a chef! But it's already done." Natsume Koyama Na whispered.

Lin Shuang rolled her eyes. She almost thought it was cured with food just now, but it turned out to be chemotherapy, otherwise she would really have to go and see how this guy made the food.

"The surname Soseki is rare."

"Oh, he named it himself. He had been living alone in the wild until he was fourteen, so he gave this name."

"If you adopt, shouldn't you be the same surname as you?" Kogoro asked.

"No, no, I didn't adopt it, I just didn't find my parents. I just followed me, and I felt like a stray cat. You don't know where it is. I will come to you when it is cold."

The sound of a microwave oven sounded again in the kitchen, and the diced pumpkins were turning inside.

"The rice noodles are ready, do you want to pour them out?"

"Wait a minute, let me see if the water is boiling..." Shushizhiliu looked at the rice cooker, "Wait until the water is boiling and pour the rice noodles in."

First pour out the rice noodles, then throw them into a pile of ginger and garlic, beat them a few times and put them in a small bowl.

"Try this one too."

"This one is also called..."

Shushizhailiu took twenty eggs out of the refrigerator and skillfully poured them into three large glass basins, namely egg yolk, egg white and whole egg.

Conan touched his chin: the egg beat is with the left and right hands, the left hand is full egg, and the right hand is also divided into egg white and egg yolk. The right hand movement is more complicated, which means he is a right-handed...

Pick up the mixer and beat these three basins separately.

It's whirl again.

Lin Shuang glanced over there: "That's it!"

"At first, he was not a chef. His life goal was a chemist. Maybe he had a problem with his stomach when he studied too hard. When he found out that gastric cancer was found, he felt very disappointed. After all, life just began."

"How did that become a chef?"

From a chemist to a chef, how can I say this span is big, but not big, not big.

"It was because he thought that being a chef could treat himself with food, so he started to learn cooking and became an apprentice in my store at that time."

"Maybe there is a physical problem. In the nine-character mystery of the cuisine, he always has different colors, fragrance and taste than others, so he has put a lot of effort into caring."

"It means putting your mood when cooking. Raising means nutrition, depends on what nutrition the guests need."

Lin Shuang nodded, and sure enough, he could learn something new here inadvertently.

"Thanks to him, my store was built step by step. We have been working together for 19 years now."

"It's been almost twenty years... Has the cooperation been good?"

"Very good, we're like family."

"Is there any special situation in the restaurant, including whether there are any abnormal events recently? Usually, the delivery of such letters is a escalation of contradictions, and it was impossible for no signs before."

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Put down the egg basin by Washing Stone Pillow, wash your hands and cut some minced ginger and garlic into the wok and start stir-frying. Then pour half of the egg liquid in and add a little salt.

Put the fried eggs in, pour the beaten rice noodles into it and stir-fry.

Xiaolan asked curiously: "Can you fry it directly?"

"no."

Shushi Pillow stir-fry the rice for a while and pour it into the rice cooker, stirring it quickly in boiling water: "This way it will cook very quickly."

Add some hot water to the wok, quickly washed it and poured the water into the soup pot next to it.

Xiaolan was slightly stunned.

Shushizhai Liu took the tea leaves again, smelled them at the edge of his nose, and put them in the machine to break them: "I had a stomach problem that I had been cured by myself for a long time."

"Yeah?"

"yes,......"

Put a soup pot here, pour oil on the bottom, and add some seasonings and fry it in the oil with a low heat.

“This is to make noodle soup.”

“Udon noodle soup?”

"right."

He began to pick up some other ingredients skillfully, first cut some apple pellets and soaked them in water, then divided them into two basins, add some water to soak the apples, add milk and light cream to the steamer.

"This is steamed eggs, and they will be made into pudding later."

As Shushizhiliu said, he started to put the freshly fried eggs into a mixer and beat them into sauce, then beat broccoli juice, black sesame seeds, salmon pieces, and cuttlefish.

Fighting, either fans or mist...

Xiaolan was looking at his technique carefully and felt that the chef was indeed the chef. His movement was really quick, but what was strange was why everything was messed up.

Beat everything, put it into a bowl, then wash the mixer with hot water, and pour the water inside into the soup pot.

Shushizhiliu took a sieve and put it on the soup pot, poured the rice noodles porridge in the rice cooker. Xiaolan was curious and protruded: "Is this?"

"Use this rice soup to make noodle soup."

After pouring out the upper layer of rice soup, there was a thick layer of thin paste below. Natsume put the pot back into the rice cooker and then heated it, and took two other square pans made of takoyaki to fry fish glutinous rice.

When frying fish glutinous rice, he poured all the juice he had drained into the soup pot and poured a whole bottle of flavor into it.

Conan's eyelids twitched. Once he caught a cold, he drank Laobaigan and became bigger. The alcohol content was thirty, but it should be boiling.

Fry the fish glutinous rice and pour it into the soup pot. Then use a sieve to remove them all and put them in a bowl with rum wine gelatin and soy sauce.

Seeing Soseki adds strong wine, Conan was a little drunk. He looked back at Lin Shuang, and this guy was still questioning other things.

“Huh?”

“This works.”

Add the whipped egg whites into the rice cooker and stir.

"This is?"

“Add stickiness.”

He gently poured the rice paste in the pot into the square pot little by little, and then buckled the rice cake crust into the hot pan like a simmering pot.
Chapter completed!