After stabilizing Xiao Li's injury, Yang Ming couldn't hold back the ecstasy in his heart and ran all the way back to the shop.
Ever since he had seen Ning Ci use Huitian to brush plates, and Zilai also used spiral balls and dough, Yang Ming was very curious in his heart, if he used ninjutsu to cook food, what would be the difference in the dishes made.
Among the dishes that Yang Ming currently knows, only fried steak is more suitable for the technique of fire phoenix.
As for the Xun Dun and Ice Escape that Yang Ming got before, it was a pity.
Due to the speed of Xun Dun, it is difficult for Yang Ming to use it well without writing wheels.
Needless to say, Yang Ming doesn't know the ninjutsu of Bing Dun, so he can only release the cold air to ensure that his carving of ice cream will not be affected, and he will escape the tragedy.
Yang Ming prepared all the ingredients, ran a steel fork through the steak, and placed them in front of him.
Then, Yang Ming controlled the chakra in his body, his hands quickly sealed, and a fist-sized flame spat out from his mouth.
As soon as this flame came out, the intense heat made Yang Ming's skin feel a burst of discomfort.
"This temperature is already over 80C," Yang Ming said secretly in his heart.
Because it was only the first attempt, Yang Ming just smeared a little oil on the steak, controlled the flame, and placed it under the steak.
Crackling, crackling When the flame touched the oil on the surface of the steak, it was like a comet hitting the earth, and suddenly a violent conflict broke out, and a continuous sound was heard.
After a while, the originally bright red steak gradually became dull in color under the scorching barbecue at high temperatures, exuding a sultry fragrance that coiled around the tip of Yang Ming's nose for a long time, making people have a great appetite At this time, Yang Ming dispersed the flames and checked his masterpiece.
I saw that the surface of the steak was directly in contact with the flame due to the lack of isolation from the bottom of the pot, and in just a short moment, there were many burnt places on the surface, and it was black, exuding a burnt smell.
When Yang Ming picked up the knife and cut the steak in half, it could be seen that the middle part was not cooked at all, and wisps of scarlet juice flowed outward.
If you look at it normally, this is definitely a failed attempt.
However, Yang Ming didn't care, but cut a small piece of steak and tasted it slowly.
"Well, the outer layer of the steak is relatively hard, and the middle is still raw, which is very difficult to chew and has a bad taste."
Yang Ming put the failed products aside and began to sum up the experience.
"Undoubtedly, if there is no isolation at the bottom of the pot, it will be very bad to fry the steak directly on the fire."
However, Yang Ming is not out of the question.
The steak is cooked on the outside and raw on the inside, because the steak is so thick that it is difficult for the flame to enter the inside.
In that case, it's good to cut the steak thinner.
As soon as he thought of it, Yang Ming picked up the knife, took out a small knuckle of steak, and carefully cut it in half horizontally with the help of junior knife skills.
Subsequently, Yang Ming concocted it and grilled it with a flame.
This time, it was surprisingly smooth, and it didn't take long to get better.
When looking at the steak emitting hot steam, the surface was dull, with slight burnt marks, and a sultry aroma, Yang Ming cut it.
Since this time the steak is relatively thin, it is cooked a lot, about five ripe, and the juice is also gathered up, and the color distribution is very regular, from the outside to the inside, forming layers of dividing lines.
Yang Ming cut a small piece and bit it gently.
It doesn't have the toughness that you might expect to chew, and the beef melts easily in your mouth, like cotton, and a mellow aroma ensues.
Although the taste of the steak is relatively simple because no seasoning is added, it truly restores the taste of the beef itself, a unique taste that only beef has, coiled in the tongue, lingering for a long time, and it is very delicious.
"However, it seems that the cooking is done with ninjutsu, and the taste is not unique," Yang Ming said secretly.
Yang Ming thought back to the bits and pieces just now, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Although you can't add flavor to the food with ninjutsu, it's very forceful."
At this time, Yang Ming thought of the invitation letter sent to him by the third generation not long ago.
Soon, Konoha will put on a gorgeous cooking competition, and if he uses ninjutsu to cook food, it should be easier to win the favor of the judges It's a pity that Yang Ming himself forgot that he had offended the Daimyo of the Fire Country, and finally regretted it on the day of the competition.
Nothing was said one night, the next day.
Yang Ming went to the hospital early in the morning to visit the patient to see how much Xiao Li had recovered.
When he came to Xiao Li's hospital room, he vaguely heard a heavy gasp from inside.
"Could it be?"
Yang Ming looked strange for a while, and looked left and right, the hospital, the nurse Meimei, isn't this the birthplace of the legend Yang Ming raised his eyebrows and said secretly: "Xiao Li shouldn't be this kind of person."
With such a pure thought, Yang Ming entered the ward.
Then, he saw Xiao Li on the ground, doing push-ups with one hand intact.
Yang Ming: "" Although he had expected it in his heart, when he really saw this scene, Yang Ming's heart was almost overwhelmed by complaints.
"No wonder Xiao Li doesn't have a girlfriend" "Ahem" Yang Ming coughed a few times, which attracted Xiao Li's attention.
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Xiao Li got up from the ground with difficulty, and said with a look of surprise: "Yang Ming, why are you here?"
Yang Ming lifted the thermos bottle in his hand, "Bring you something delicious." ” Xiao Li's eyes lit up, "Is it curry rice?"
"Dream about you" Yang Ming opened the bottle cap, revealing a good smell from the inside, "You are all seriously injured people, where can you eat spicy." ” Xiao Li smiled awkwardly, "It's not that your curry rice is too delicious?"
After speaking, Xiao Li stretched his neck to see what kind of food was inside.
Then, he saw beef instant noodles Noodles are instant noodles.
Beef, but not the kind of bagged slag, but the remnants of Yang Ming's experiment yesterday.
Yang Ming chopped all yesterday's steaks and stewed them in a pot of Wanbao purple casserole to make this beef instant noodles.
"Hmm, it smells so good."
Xiao Li's nose twitched, and when he smelled the strong fragrance, he had consumed too much physical strength because of exercise, and he immediately became hungry.
Xiao Li took the chopsticks given by Yang Ming and ate them in a big gulp.
The delicious taste, like a turbulent wave, submerged Xiao Li at once.
"Delicious, delicious" Xiao Li gobbled up and said hesitantly, like a starving ghost reincarnated, not daring to let go of the slightest time.
The thermos flask brought by Yang Ming was very large, with a capacity of five people, but under Xiao Li's frantic sweeping, but in the blink of an eye, there was no one left, and even the soup in it was drunk by Xiao Li.
After finishing, Xiao Li stroked his swollen belly and said to Yang Ming with a satisfied face: "This is the best instant noodle I have ever tasted":