Cooking itself requires a high level of control.
If I am chopping vegetables, I attach my mental power to the blade and feel every inch of the texture of the ingredients, making them as thin as cicada wings and as thin as hair.
When cooking, attach your mental power to the spatula, feel the changes in each stir-fry, even penetrate into the boiler, feel every change in oil temperature, and feel the ingredients releasing the most delicious taste at the most perfect temperature.
The seasoning ratio is the ultimate test of control. One more point means it will be salty, and one point less will make it bland.
If he could extend his mental power to kitchen knives and spatulas, and cook every dish perfectly in this way, the effect of tempering his mental power would definitely be far beyond boring meditation!
What's more...
The processing of food in this world is really too rudimentary. Grandpa Maruboshi Kosuke's delicious cooking is also due to the combination of various extremely fresh ingredients from the wild, but the seasonings are really very simple.
And this can not only practice practice, but also improve life.
Kill two birds with one stone, perfect!
Hahaha.
Let me, Senju Chen, bring hundreds of millions of China thousands of years of delicious food to this world.
He cleared his throat, and with an unprecedented solemnity, he spoke to the red figure on the sofa.
"Sister Kushina, let me cook from now on."
A gentle smile appeared on Senju Chen's face. That smile was full of expectations for future practice and... salvation of the future dining table.
"Huh?"
Kushina on the sofa heard the sound, turned her head slowly, stopped biting the apple, and her mouth was still bulging. She blinked her beautiful big purple eyes, with a confused look on her face.
It seems that he didn't hear clearly, and he seems to suspect that he heard wrongly.
"You? Cook?" She tilted her head, her tone full of confusion.
Senju Chen nodded affirmatively again with a serious tone.
"Yes, I will cook the meals at home from now on."
Now, Kushina heard it clearly.
She suddenly jumped up from the sofa, her movements were so fast that she brought up a gust of wind, and rushed to Senju Chen in a few steps.
She first stretched out her hand and touched Senju Chen's forehead, and then touched her own.
"I don't have a fever!"
Kushina looked him up and down, as if looking at some rare protected animal.
"I said Little Chen, have you damaged your brain through practicing cultivation?" She came closer, lowered her voice, and said with worry on her face, "Have you forgotten? Last time you wanted to boil a kettle of water on a whim, but someone went to read a book. If I hadn't smelled it, you would have burned down our kitchen!"
Senju Chen's smile froze slightly.
Is there such a thing? It seems... I have some impression.
"Ahem," he coughed dryly and forced his respect, "This moment is another moment. We have been apart for three days, so we should look at each other with new eyes. I am no longer the same person I was before."
"Oh?" Kushina held her hands in front of her chest and raised her eyebrows. Her long red hair swayed slightly with her movements. She walked around Senju Chen, the suspicion in her eyes not decreasing but increasing.
"Tell me, what's the conspiracy? Did you get into trouble again? Or did you fall in love with a girl from some family and want to learn how to cook well to please others, using me as a test subject?"
I have to say that Uzumaki Clan's brain circuit is indeed different from ordinary people sometimes.
Senju Chen dumbfounded. "Sister Kushina, am I so unreliable in your eyes?"
"What do you think?" Kushina gave him a "you know what you know" look.
Senju Chen sighed, he knew that this sister's suspicion would not be cured without actual action to prove it.
He simply walked directly to the kitchen and said as he walked, "What do you want to eat for dinner? Braised pork? Tempura? Or sukiyaki pot?"
Looking at Senju Chen's confident back, Kushina froze on the spot.
She watched Senju Chen walk into the kitchen, skillfully take out the ingredients from the bamboo basket next to her, and then put on her apron. The series of smooth movements were really quite impressive.
Is this guy... serious?
Kushina's curiosity was completely aroused.
She crossed her arms and leaned against the kitchen door frame, deciding to witness it with her own eyes.
"Okay!" she announced loudly, with a wicked smile on her lips, "I am going to try our Little Chen's craftsmanship today!"
Senju Chen Hearing this, he just smiled confidently and did not answer. He turned around and faced this "battlefield" that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.
Although he was not a great chef in his previous life, he has been living alone for a long time, and home-cooked stir-fries are still readily available. At this moment, he has stored countless delicious recipes in his mind, from complicated state banquet dishes to exquisite street snacks. It is a dazzling treasure house soaked in thousands of years of food culture.
The first dish he made was braised pork. It was a home-cooked dish that tested the heat and seasoning, and was also the most comforting dish.
For him who already has superb swordsmanship, wielding a sword is as easy as an extension of his own arm.
He picked up a kitchen knife and flicked his wrist. His mental energy was like a thin film of water, instantly attached to the cold blade. The next moment, the world in his eyes changed.
That piece of fat and thin pork belly is no longer a simple piece of meat. He can "see" the three completely different textures of skin, fat meat, and lean meat, and can "feel" the direction of muscle fibers and the distribution of fascia.
"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk, Tuk..."
There was a very rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen. The sound was neither urgent nor slow, crisp and clear, as if it was not cutting meat, but playing a brisk music.
Kushina was leaning against the door frame, the evil smile on his face slowly solidifying.
She saw that Senju Chen's hand was as steady as Boulder. In the flash of the knife, the piece of pork belly was broken down into cubes of almost the same size and thickness. The knife skills were more precise and more pleasing to the eye than the most famous master Yakiniku Q in the village.
This little guy... when did he practice this skill?
Senju Chen turned a blind eye to Kushina's astonishment. For him, he has superb swordsmanship skills, and this level of sword skill is just the foundation. The real challenge begins now.
Blanching, removing fishy smell, stir-frying... everything is in order. The pork makes a "sizzling" sound in the hot oil, the skin quickly becomes golden and charred, and the attractive meat aroma begins to permeate the kitchen.
Kushina's nose twitched twice unconsciously, and he made a slight swallowing sound in his throat. Hmm... it smells really good?
However, at the most critical seasoning step, Senju Chen's action paused for the first time.
He looked at the row of lonely seasoning jars next to the stove - salt, sugar, and a "sauce" made from fermented beans that tasted similar to soy sauce, but was far inferior in color and flavor.
His brows wrinkled almost imperceptibly.
What about the rock sugar used for coloring?
What about the cooking wine used to remove the fishy smell and add flavor?
What about star anise, cinnamon, and bay leaves? What about those spices that give braised meat the soul?
If you don't have any of these, just give me some Thirteen Incense.
No.
Nothing.
The cooking methods in this world were so crude that it made him, who came from a country with a lot of gourmet food, find it outrageous. The so-called seasoning seemed to be a simple arrangement and combination of salt, sugar, and sauce.
Senju Chen's face became solemn for the first time.
He expected difficulties, but he did not expect it to be such a difficulty.
This is no less than having him be a well-rounded strategist, but he only has a team of peasants and soldiers who are not even equipped with weapons.
He was silent for a moment, and could only carefully add the sugar and the "sauce" according to the existing conditions. His mental power penetrated into the pot, and he could clearly "see" the sugar quickly melting, caramelizing, and wrapping the meat at high temperatures. But the taste of the "sauce" always seemed thin and bland.
Half an hour later, a plate of braised pork was brought to the table.
From the appearance point of view, it is perfect. The meat is square, bright red in color, the soup is thick, and it exudes an appetizing aroma.
Kushina couldn't wait any longer. She picked up a piece, blew on it, and couldn't wait to put it into her mouth.
It melts in your mouth, fat but not greasy. The skin is soft and waxy, and the lean meat is crispy.
In terms of taste alone, this is definitely top notch.
But...
"How is it?" Senju Chen looked at her expectantly.
Kushina's chewing movement slowed down, she tilted her head, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if she was trying to distinguish something.
"Hmm... not bad, the stewed meat is very rotten..." Kushina tried to organize his words and said to Senju Chen who was looking forward to it.