"Spread the beans, let's start with the sauce!"
He pulled out a handful of from the stand on the side and chopped the garlic into pieces at an inhuman speed.
Then it starts with tomatoes.
Although the general recipe is for canned tomatoes, the taste is still a bit different from the best fresh tomatoes.
Make a cross on the top of the tomato, then blanch it in boiling water. This will make the tomato skin easier to peel off.
If you cut tomatoes on a chopping board, some of the juice will escape. Shirou didn't intend to do this. He started to stir-fry the minced garlic in olive oil. Halfway through the frying, he tossed the peeled tomatoes over the top of the pot. Then chop it up before dropping it into the pot.
At this time, the hands of Senzaemon Nakiri, who was drinking tea but actually observing, began to shake.
I was thinking about what kind of thing my senior brother recommended to me, and this wave left an afterimage. Even if you look at the whole world, this hand speed is like that of a scorpion - unique.
After adding tomatoes, Shirou added broken pieces of clear soup to the pot. Then there are seasonings like salt, pepper and sugar.
Finally, melt a piece of butter inside and the sauce is out of the pan.
Chop the onions, slice the mushrooms, and cut the chicken legs.During this process, in order to ensure the taste, Shirou specially used the "space folding" phenomenon that he learned from Okita Souji's nameless three-stage thrust. From the looks of it, Shirou's hands kept shaking when he was cutting.
nervous?
Senzaemon Nakiri was the first to not believe this reason. It can be seen from that calm expression that Shirou is a confident cook after all.
That basic skill cannot appear in a person without constant training.
The ingredients for fried rice are now complete.
Add olive oil to the pot, Shirou first pours chicken, stir-fry a few times and then adds onions and mushrooms. But although these two things are poured in at the right time, the onions will be thrown out in the end.
After all, it's just for seasoning, and it doesn't taste very good.
Then add salt, coarse pepper, and broth pieces. After that, Shirou picked up another peeled tomato.
Toss upwards, but this time instead of chopping, chop into paste.
For ordinary people, it is difficult to cut a tomato into into paste, but Shirou is not a human being. As long as it is cut into nanometer level, it will be paste!
Senzaemon Nakiri's hand holding the tea cup shook. He just seemed to have seen someone cut a round tomato into paste in an instant...
... It's so light!
Ultimately, this is all the old man can say.
Picking up the pan, Shirou began to stir-fry the contents in the pan continuously to let them taste completely and remove the sour smell. Next, add rice, and the next moment, Shirou squinted his eyes. Now it's time to show off the real technology!
Stir the fried rice in the pan vigorously, carefully removing all the onion foam while doing so. This process Shirou makes it easy, but in fact this behavior is very anti-human. Because with human reflexes, it is difficult to remove the onion foam with the spatula in your hand the moment you see it.
Take the fried rice out of the pan and put it on a plate.
Next, you need to start cooking the eggs for the omurice. Add olive oil and butter to the pan, mix the eggs with the magic power in the eggshells, and add salt to the pan.
Then start shaking the pan evenly at a speed of one hundred and twenty beats per minute. Originally, when I was at home, Shirou would use Chronois to make the frequency reach 1,200 beats per clock, but there was no family waiting for me here, so this step can be done as low as possible.
In the hallway, a blond girl walked toward the kitchen. As one of Elite Ten from Totsuki, Erina Nakiri's cooking skills are not blown by strong winds. They are all practiced with one pot and one shovel.
But when she walked to the door of her kitchen, she smelled a smell that made people feel soft.
"Is anyone here?"
Originally, it would be a very irritating thing for someone to use their own kitchen, but this soft smell is simply irresistible!
Gulu!
After swallowing, our Miss Erina Nakiri tiptoed towards the direction of the scent.
"Erina."
When someone called his name, all the hairs on Erina Nakiri's body stood up. It seems that this girl has completely forgotten that this is her own kitchen.
"Grandpa? Why are you here? And who is that guy?"
Senzaemon Nakiri's performance was much calmer. He took a sip of tea quietly, and then said, "An old friend recommended a person, so I took it upon myself to let him take over your kitchen."
In fact, Senzaemon Nakiri has no choice. School has not started yet, and the kitchen utensils in the classroom are all under maintenance. The entire Totsuki only has a private kitchen. Although he is the commander-in-chief, he can't just commandeer other people's kitchens!
So he brought people here.
While the two people were talking, Shirou came over with the finished omelette rice. Then he placed the plate in front of Senzaemon Nakiri who was sitting upright.
"Although I don't know what your Totsuki standard is, but... in any case, please taste it."
Senzaemon Nakiri stared into Shirou's eyes. Although the young man in front of him acted very humble, Senzaemon Nakiri felt arrogance deep in his bones.
Crownless pride.
As the commander-in-chief of the cooking school, Senzaemon Nakiri has seen countless cooks, but he has only felt this feeling in Shirou.
"No, I'm not the one who wants to taste it." Shaoqing, Senzaemon Nakiri shook his head and brought the plate in front of him to his granddaughter.
He would not be open to Shirou just because it was recommended by his senior brother. On the contrary, he wanted to see what kind of virtues Shirou was so that he could be recommended by that senior brother.
Omelet rice, Erina Nakiri would never touch this kind of thing. But she really couldn't refuse this scent that made her completely weak.
"Then for grandpa's sake, I'll just taste it."
The meal cut open the top surface of the omelette, and the golden egg liquid inside immediately flowed out. As the spoon tightened the fried rice mixed with half-boiled egg liquid in her mouth, Nakiri Erina suddenly lost strength. I wanted to take two steps back and lean against the wall.
There were not so many strange feelings. Erina Nakiri now felt that his whole body was weak and he could hardly exert much strength.
"How about my omelette rice?"
Because of a certain ghost father, Erina Nakiri generally wouldn't even look at "poor people's food" like omelette rice. She originally wanted to say "it tastes bad", but she still thought so even now. But the words I wanted to say came to my lips but I couldn't say them out.