In the following days, Senju Chen completely transformed into a food researcher.
He began to crazily recreate various dishes from his past life memories, from simple home-cooked stir-fries to hard dishes with complex processes.
Others cook by tasting, but he cooks by seeing.
The mental power is attached to the blade, and he can "hear" the subtle sound of the fibers of the ingredients breaking every time it is cut. What he pursues is to sharpen the "sharp" attribute with the mental power.
His mental power sank into the iron pot of boiling oil. He no longer simply sensed the temperature, but "experienced" how the violent energy forced the moisture out of the ingredients and poured his own aroma into it. He wanted his mental power to learn this kind of "invasion" and "penetration".
He even dared to put his mental power into the burning flames in the stove. The pain that burned his soul made him almost crazy, but he managed to hold on. He wanted to understand from a spiritual level what "temperature" is and what "burning" is.
During this period, he could feel that his mental power was still growing slowly, but his "resilience" was undergoing earth-shaking changes.
Of course, for all the experimental products made by Senju Chen, Kushina Uzumaki has become the only and most unique "tasting officer".
"This is too salty! Do you want to kill me, little bastard!"
"Today's spiciness is not strong enough. Did you add too much?"
"Hmm... this tastes so weird. I still can't understand it if I try it again."
Senju Chen does it, Kushina tastes it, and then criticizes it mercilessly. A wonderful and new way of getting along has been formed between the two.
That day, Kushina was lying on the porch, looking at the sky in the courtyard, and suddenly spoke.
"Hello, Little Chen."
"Huh?" Senju Chen, who was also basking in the sun, responded.
"Tomorrow, I want to eat something sweet."
"Sweet?"
"Yes!" Kushina turned over and looked at him with bright eyes, "I want to eat those... sweet and glutinous meatballs, preferably with Anko fillings!"
Senju Chen looked at Kushina Uzumaki a little helplessly, Sister, you are not satisfied with the food, you have already started to order, right...
However, Senju Chen did not reject Kushina, but instead considered it in his mind.
"Sweet? Anko stuffed meatballs?" he repeated in his mouth, and several methods of making snacks flashed through his mind. Tangyuan, Dafu, donkey rolls... each one corresponds to a different taste and flavor.
"That's right!" Kushina sat up like a carp, her long red hair swinging in a beautiful arc in the air. She licked her lips, her eyes flashing with the desire for sweetness, "Just like that, take a bite, it will be soft and waxy, and then the sweet Anko sand will flow out..."
As she spoke, she gestured with her hands, her greedy look making Senju Chen couldn't help but smile.
Making "saliva chicken" belongs to the red table, that is, it belongs to the stir-fry series.
Making desserts, especially glutinous rice-based desserts, is a completely different field.
This is a white dish in Chinese cuisine.
What it requires is "softness".
If you infiltrate your mental power into the kneaded dough, the difficulty of the operation will increase exponentially.
Senju Chen subconsciously began to think about what would happen if mental power was attached to kneading dough.
During the whole process, mental power needs to be like water, permeating into the glutinous rice flour, sensing the state of each powder particle absorbing water, and ensuring that the humidity of the dough is just right. It also needs to be like hands, gently "kneading" the dough to expel the air, making the taste more elastic, soft and waxy.
When wrapping the stuffing, it is the ultimate test of the "shaping" and "wrapping" abilities. The mental power must be to accurately control the thickness and uniformity of the outer skin. It is necessary to ensure that the skin is thin and the filling is sufficient, but the Anko sand inside cannot be leaked at all.
It's difficult, but so what if it's difficult. Aren't you practicing cultivation in the first place? If it's not difficult, is it still called cultivation?
"Okay, leave it to me." He nodded in agreement.
To him, Kushina is no longer just the sister who needs to be taken care of. Her tongue, which has been nurtured to become more and more tricky, is now the most accurate and straightforward "touchstone" on his path of spiritual practice.
The next afternoon, the sun was just right.
Senju Chen was not in a hurry to light a fire. There were two things on the kitchen chopping board. One pot was made of glutinous rice flour that had been grinded extremely finely using a water mill. It was white and delicate, with no particles visible. The other pot was made of glutinous rice flour that he had spent. In the morning, Anko is boiled, peeled, and crushed into sand. Then stir-fry slowly over low heat with sugar until the water dries up and the texture becomes oily and sweet Anko sand.
He closed his eyes, and his mental power surged out like a tide, but it was not aggressive at all. Instead, it turned into a soft, invisible veil, slowly covering the pot of glutinous rice flour.
Warm water is slowly poured in.
In his perceptual world, every dry powder particle let out a "cheer" of joy the moment it came into contact with moisture. He could "hear" the sound of them stretching their bodies and connecting with each other. His mental power gently guided the moisture, ensuring that they reached every corner evenly, leaving no dry lumps behind.
Knead, beat.
His hands seemed to be just performing repetitive movements, but the mental power attached to them was actually performing an exquisite microscopic operation. Every time he pressed, he squeezed out the air bubbles in the dough; every time he folded, he reshaped the connections between the glutinous rice flour grains.
Even after he attached his mental power to the dough, he felt his mental power being continuously beaten and shaped.
Senju Chen discovered that this is the exercise effect that I have always wanted. Just like flour, it is loose at first, but after repeated kneading and beating, it becomes hard and tough.
Gradually, the dough seemed to have life. It became smooth, soft, and full of elasticity, lying quietly on the chopping board, like a piece of warm white jade.
Just when he was about to start filling the stuffing, taking the last and most critical step, a shout of Kushina suddenly came from outside the courtyard, an octave higher, full of surprise and ecstasy.
"Minato--!!!"
The huge energy contained in that sound made the kitchen windows buzz.
Senju Chen paused with his hand movements and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Wearing an apron, he walked out of the kitchen and saw two figures standing at the entrance of the courtyard.
One is the familiar red color that jumps like flames.
The other one is bathed in the golden afternoon sun, with the same dazzling golden color.
He was a young man who looked to be no more than twenty years old. He was tall and tall, wearing a green vest from Konoha, with some dust on his shoulders. He had brilliant blond hair and a pair of blue eyes as clear as the sky. He had a gentle and sunny smile on his face, but in that smile, there was an unconcealable trace of exhaustion from the battlefield.
Minato Namikaze.
He actually came back. Did something big happen?
"Why are you back? You didn't even say anything in advance!" Kushina was like a cheerful bird, circling around Minato Namikaze, his tone full of uncontrollable excitement.
"The mission is over, go back to the village to rest and report." Minato Namikaze smiled and raised his hand to rub Kushina's hair as usual, but she nimbly avoided it. He was not annoyed, but shook his head helplessly, and his eyes immediately fell on Senju Chen who walked out of the kitchen, with a trace of surprise in his eyes.