Kuguchi Sonoka regained her composure, her cheeks slightly flushed, and stammered: "No… not really, it's just that from you, Shopkeeper, I realized that cooking can truly bring happiness!"
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"Ding dong!"
"Host successfully checked in once."
"Ding dong!"
"Congratulations to the host for successfully acquiring the cooking skill, Hanging Cut."
A late-night snack of pan-fried dumplings ended hastily in a tranquil atmosphere.
As Kuguchi Sonoka returned to Harukatei, the system's check-in reward finally appeared again.
This time, the check-in reward was not a recipe, but a cooking skill that Sosuke had not expected: Hanging Cut.
The so-called Hanging Cut, as the name suggests, is a technique of cutting ingredients while they are suspended.
For example, when Mito Ikumi was competing against Sōma in the Gaijin-fan Research Association incident, she used the Hanging Cut method to process a5 grade beef.
Of course, the Hanging Cut method provided by the system is actually a more difficult and traditional method specifically used for processing anglerfish.
Because the body of an anglerfish is always covered with a slippery, gelatinous mucus, it is very difficult to handle on a cutting board, so professional chefs use the Hanging Cut for dissection.
However, this type of Hanging Cut has poor stability.
The chef must skillfully cut the anglerfish while it is dangling and swaying.
Secondly, the anglerfish's body shape is very different from many other fish. It's not just a simple matter of cutting; the chef also needs to be very familiar with the fish's body structure and parts.
Overall, ordinary chefs without many years of experience would not dare to attempt this Hanging Cut method.
"It's a Hanging Cut specifically for anglerfish?"
Upon learning of this check-in reward, Sosuke was stunned. Could it be such a coincidence again?
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Tomorrow morning, 7 o'clock sharp.
On the third day of the Practical Training event, in a place that could accommodate thousands of people.
All students went to their respective breakfast stalls according to the numbers they were assigned.
Afterward, as tourists gradually appeared, and a group of supervising examiners stood at each breakfast stall to prevent students from cheating, the assessment began.
"Erina, should I say we are fated? Or should I say we were always destined to be rivals?"
At this moment, looking at the person standing at the breakfast stall next to her, it was her cousin, Alice Nakiri.
Alice was slightly surprised, but then she clenched her fists, her eyes filled with excitement and provocation.
"Instead of fate, I'd say you're unlucky."
"Just wait, I will use my cooking to make you thoroughly regret it."
Erina appeared very calm and composed.
But upon closer inspection, one could detect a hint of disdain in her eyes, which were like autumn water.
"Hmph, I won't regret it!"
"In this breakfast assessment, I will do my best to win against you once and let you taste defeat."
Alice's gaze sharpened upon hearing this, and she immediately took out eggs and a pile of instruments, preparing to make Molecular Cuisine.
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After baking, the ladyfingers were trimmed to make their shape more regular.
They were cooled, coated with soaking syrup, and some frozen mousse was placed appropriately on the ladyfingers.
After whipping the egg whites and mixing them evenly with the egg yolks, the frozen mousse ladyfingers were taken out, and the egg batter was quickly spread around them, forming a hemisphere.
They were quickly put into the oven, set at 180 degrees Celsius for 5 minutes.
Upon removal, they were fragrant, and immediately transferred to a plate with a spatula.
Then, a small amount of rum was used, first heated to evaporate some alcohol, to prevent the flame from being too strong.
When served, the hot alcohol was immediately ignited and poured onto the omelet for a second heating.
By controlling the amount of alcohol and spirits, the omelet's burning lasted only a dozen seconds, but this amazing scene, which did not destroy the structure and created a hot and cold sensation, instantly attracted the tourists.
"Wow!"
"The omelet is on fire!"
"It's incredible, an omelet can be made like this."
"Mom, I want an omelet."
"Eat, eat a big one, is one enough?"
"Enough, enough, thank you Mom, Mom is so good…"
Subsequently, when a little girl carried the omelet on a plate, her eyes sparkled continuously.
She eagerly used a knife to cut open the burnt omelet. Inside, the flowing yolk and mousse slowly oozed out, combining with a unique Hollandaise sauce, emitting a rich aroma.
The little girl was startled by this wonderful sight, but in the end, she spooned a small bite of the omelet and happily tasted it.
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Upon first taste, the flavor and texture were simply indescribable.
Perhaps the little girl had a limited vocabulary, and after tasting it, she had no idea which words to use to describe it.
Like a little bird just escaped from its cage, she could only repeatedly exclaim excitedly: "Mom, it's so delicious~"
At this moment, everyone watched the little girl's reaction and followed suit, purchasing the Ice and Fire Omelet.
This Western-style breakfast, merely by its amazing "ice and fire" scene and its round, luxurious appearance, managed to capture the attention of tourists.
Of course, the inner taste was what truly impressed all the tourists!
That sudden sensation when bitten, as if the tongue would completely melt, instantly sent many people into a frenzy.
"What's going on? Why is your breakfast dish different from last night's omelet?"
Beside her, Alice Nakiri was very puzzled.
But gradually, she seemed to understand something, and her eyes widened. (End of Chapter)
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