dkrc Chapter 1941 [The Upper Limit of a Gourmet's Tablecloth], The Sublimation of Emotional Values
Chapter 1941 [The Upper Limit of a Gourmet's Tablecloth], The Sublimation of Emotional Values
Chapter 1941 [The Upper Limit of a Gourmet's Tablecloth], The Sublimation of Emotional Values in Cooking Through Culinary Heart and Intent.
Su Yunqing didn't interact with anyone else, but instead kept her gaze fixed on Doraemon.
Almost the instant it landed, it was in front of Doraemon, bent down, its eyes shining as if filled with stars, staring unblinkingly at Doraemon's smooth, round head.
"Can I touch it?"
Su Yunqing said to Doraemon.
"???"
Doraemon looked confused. What do you mean I have to touch it?
Can I touch your head?
As if she hadn't heard clearly because she was watching Doraemon, Su Yunqing asked again.
"Huh? Oh? This."
This time, Doraemon heard it clearly, so he subconsciously took half a step back and looked at Nobita next to him with some helplessness.
Da Xiong shrugged and spread his hands.
Seeing that his request for help was fruitless, Doraemon looked at Su Yunqing's longing eyes again, and finally nodded somewhat hesitantly.
"can."
Upon hearing this, Su Yunqing placed her hand on it without hesitation, and the icy touch instantly came from her palm.
"Well."
The touch felt just as I imagined, or even better!
Smooth, slightly cool, with an indescribably delicate texture, its rounded curves feel exceptionally comfortable to the touch, making you want to rub it a few more times.
"This head feels really nice to the touch."
She touched it as she sighed inwardly.
Unfortunately, she didn't have Bai Xuan's ability to materialize illusions; otherwise, she would have materialized a Doraemon for herself.
But now she has her own Doraemon, even though it's just a robot of the same type, it's not bad.
After touching it for a while, until Doraemon started to shake its head slightly from side to side, Su Yunqing finally withdrew her hand with satisfaction.
"Okay, thank you, Doraemon."
"You're welcome."
Doraemon breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was a strange request, seeing how happy the other party was, it felt a sense of satisfaction.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the party, Erina Nakiri and Chef Kouichi had already begun studying the [Gourmet Tablecloth].
"Then let's start with the basics."
"【Gourmet Tablecloth】, please give me a classic French consommé."
Erina Nakiri spoke first.
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, a faint light flashed on the tablecloth in front of her, which was printed with a Western-style pattern, and a clean, delicate white soup bowl appeared out of thin air. Inside, there was a clear, steaming golden soup, accompanied by a few crispy breadsticks.
Erina Nakiri did not taste it immediately, but first carefully observed the clarity of the soup and gently smelled the rich and pure aroma that was a blend of various meats and spices.
A moment later, she picked up the accompanying silver spoon, scooped up a small spoonful, gently blew on it to cool it, and put it in her mouth.
The broth lingered in her mouth for a few seconds, and her taste buds, known as the "tongue of gods," analyzed every nuance of flavor with a sensitivity dozens of times greater than that of ordinary people.
On the other side, Little Chef said to another tablecloth, "Please give me a bowl of the most basic plain noodles."
A flash of light appeared, revealing a blue and white porcelain bowl with a clear broth, thin white noodles, and a few sprigs of bright green scallions.
The young master picked up his chopsticks, but instead of eating the noodles right away, he took a sip of soup first.
The moment the soup touched his lips, he nodded slightly, then picked up a mouthful of noodles and savored it carefully.
Almost simultaneously, Erina Nakiri and Chef Boy opened their eyes.
"Unexpected."
Erina Nakiri spoke first, her tone tinged with surprise.
"The broth is clear, the flavor compounds are fully extracted, the gelatin is properly processed, and the taste is clear yet rich in flavor."
"The salinity and temperature are just right."
"Although it is the 'most basic' requirement, the level of completion is quite high."
"Even at Totsuki Academy, a student who can make this level of clear soup would be among the top students in the first year."
For someone like Erina Nakiri, who possesses the "God Tongue," to give such high praise, even for a basic soup, is enough to demonstrate the quality of this [Gourmet Tablecloth].
The young chef also put down his chopsticks, a look of admiration and contemplation on his face:
"The broth is simmered for a long time with pork bones, chicken bones and ham, and then thoroughly filtered, resulting in a rich and mellow flavor."
"The noodles are made with standard all-purpose flour and alkaline water. The kneading, resting, and pulling processes are all simulated quite well, resulting in a smooth and elastic texture."
"The aroma of scallions and lard blends together very well."
"While it lacks any amazing innovations or extreme culinary impact, it is flawless as a basic bowl of plain noodles."
"The cooking time, seasoning, and ingredient pairing are all at a very good balance."
His evaluation focused more on the solidity of the basic skills, and his conclusion was similar to that of Erina Nakiri.
It is a flawless, standardized deliciousness.
Although the workings of the "Gourmet Tablecloth" are unclear, it can "understand" the basic requirements of the person ordering the food and instantly create a dish with a very high degree of completion that meets those requirements.
It's no wonder it's a gadget from Doraemon, isn't it?
"But that's all."
"It lacks 'soul,' or rather, it lacks the chef's personal 'mark' and 'heart'."
"and"
Before Erina Nakiri could finish speaking, the young master picked up where she left off, his gaze falling on the tablecloth:
"Moreover, it can only produce dishes that can be made using 'normal' ingredients and 'conventional' cooking methods."
"It cannot be realized for dishes that require special ingredients, contain special skills of the chef, or even unconventional elements such as 'culinary heart'."
Needless to say, even without joining the chat group, Little Chef's talent has already allowed him to enter the realm of "Dragon Chef" in the current timeline, and his application of "culinary heart" and "culinary intention" has reached a state of perfection.
After joining the chat group, he witnessed the ingredients and cooking concepts from all over the world, and on this basis, he went a step further, touching a level that even he himself could not clearly define.
While Erina Nakiri may not be as talented as Chef Kouchi and her growth trajectory may be different, she has already surpassed the category of "Special Grade Chef" thanks to her "God Tongue" talent, her relentless efforts, and the resources of the chat group.
Having successfully grasped the "heart of cooking," I have also begun to touch the threshold of "intention in cooking."
The dishes they create are no longer just food to satisfy the appetite; they are works of art that embody spirit, skill, and insight.
"This tablecloth can perfectly simulate ordinary seasoning, cooking time, and knife skills."
"But the 'heart of cooking' gives to the dish emotion, the 'intention of cooking' brings about an elevation of artistic conception, and the qualitative change brought about by the use of special cooking techniques or extraordinary ingredients."
"These are things it cannot understand, much less replicate."
Erina Nakiri shook her head.
The existence of chat groups opened the door for them to countless treasure troves of ingredients from around the world.
Sea Kings, Mutant Creatures, Dangerous Species, Demons
They used these ingredients to create many different dishes, but these dishes cannot be represented by the [Gourmet Tablecloth].
"Even so, this [Gourmet Tablecloth] is already amazing enough."
The young master exclaimed.
Although the taste is not comparable to that of a master chef, it has reached the level of a senior chef.
Such culinary skills are already quite impressive, even in his world.
And yet, such dishes can be continuously produced with just a tablecloth. If he had just joined the chat group and saw such props, he would definitely find it incredible.
"Let's prepare the food."
Erina Nakiri withdrew her gaze from the [Gourmet Tablecloth].
She agrees with the chef on this point, but this level of cuisine is not the main dish for tonight.
A true feast must be created by the chef himself, embodying his heart and skill.
"of course."
The young master smiled and nodded vigorously.
He raised his right hand, and the seemingly ordinary bracelet on his wrist flashed slightly.
Erina gracefully raised her left hand, and the bracelet on her slender wrist also shimmered slightly.
The two said no more and acted simultaneously.
In the open space in the center of the camp, lights flashed one after another.
In front of the young chef, a complete set of stove, cutting board, and pots appeared out of thin air.
The wok, forged from black iron, gleamed with a faint light, and the heavy wooden cutting board exuded a natural fragrance. Large and small porcelain jars and earthenware pots were neatly arranged, each containing various seasonings and broth.
On the other side, in front of Erina, is a very modern European-style kitchen.
The kitchen features a sleek stainless steel countertop, a multi-functional integrated cooktop, rows of gleaming professional knives, and various precision measuring instruments.
The two began to move almost simultaneously.
The young master's hands moved like butterflies flitting among flowers, the cleaver transforming into a silver whirlwind in his hands.
With his left hand holding down the bright red chunk of meat, he brought down the cleaver in his right hand, slicing the meat into thin, translucent slices, each one displaying a beautiful snowflake-like texture.
During the cutting process, the meat slices naturally curled up, as if they had been roasted by invisible flames, emitting an enticing aroma.
He tossed the sliced meat into the hot iron pot, which was drizzled with a little strange oil.
"Shoot."
With a loud bang, a rich aroma of meat mixed with an indescribable heat suddenly erupted, instantly drowning out all other smells around it.
Immediately afterwards, he tossed the wok with one hand, and the flames shot up several feet high, licking each slice of meat, with golden light beginning to emerge faintly in the flames.
Erina Nakiri is equally impressive.
She took out a piece of meat from the mutated wolf's hind leg, touched it with both hands, and felt the texture of the meat.
In an instant, she flipped her wrist, and a silver boning knife as thin as a cicada's wing appeared in her hand. Her movements were so fast that only streaks of silver remained, moving between muscles and fascia.
Each cut perfectly separates the finest meat while removing excess connective tissue that could affect the texture.
The enormous wolf leg meat in her hands resembled a work of art being meticulously sculpted; the stench of blood was suppressed to the maximum extent, replaced by an indescribable aroma.
After processing the main ingredients, she took out several kinds of vegetables and fruits.
Broccoli, carrots, onions, and shiitake mushrooms. These vegetables all originate from the White Mystic World and have been nourished by spiritual energy. While possessing spiritual energy, their taste far surpasses that of ordinary vegetables.
Under Erina's knife, they were cut into perfectly uniform pieces.
Next, she began to process another large piece of pork belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat.
This meat comes from a mutated wild boar. Because it feeds on minerals and plants containing earth elements year-round, the meat is firm and chewy, and the fat is rich and flavorful without being greasy, making it an excellent ingredient for grilling.
She evenly applied a secret marinade, made from dozens of herbs, moonshine grape juice, and a small amount of purified rock honey, to all parts of the meat to marinate it.
With preparations complete, Erina lit the specially made grill in front of her and placed the prepared "pork belly" and "leg meat" onto the special grill rack.
After setting the time, another silver pot was set up and broth was poured in.
Flames burned continuously beneath the silver pot.
She first stir-fried the mushrooms in the pot to bring out their rich aroma, then added vegetables such as carrots and broccoli in turn, and quickly stir-fried them to lock in their freshness and vitality.
Next, she poured in some stock, added spices, and began to simmer the sauce.
But this is far from their limit.
While preparing the roasted main course and simmering the sauce, their hands flew across the board, overseeing the progress of several dishes simultaneously.
Little Master, seemingly out of nowhere, produced a large, silvery-white fish. With a swift stroke, he stunned it, scaled it, gutted it, and cleaned its internal organs. His movements were so fast that all that could be seen was a flash of silver light.
He then took a specially made long plate for steaming fish, laid out emerald green "kelp" and finely shredded "red ginger" on the bottom of the plate, placed the prepared fish on it, drizzled on a sauce mixed with fruit wine, special soy sauce and honey, and then put it into a huge steamer that was already steaming.
Almost instantly upon contact with the steamer lid, a refreshing aroma, like a sea breeze mixed with the rich fragrance of wine and the sweet scent of honey, wafted out.
On the other side, Erina also demonstrated her ability to multitask.
As the sauce in the silver pot bubbled and steamed, she took out a large piece of "Crimson Deer Spine Meat" that looked as beautiful as a ruby.
After quickly processing it, she placed it in a crystal bowl, poured in fruit juice and several crushed spice powders, and gently massaged it, allowing the juice and spices to quickly seep into the countless tiny cuts.
The aroma of roasted meat, the rich fragrance of oil, the fresh scent of vegetables, the intense aroma of mushrooms, the complex spiciness of sauces, the sweetness of seafood, the crispness of steamed fish, and the cool, fruity aroma of juice.
Under the control of Xiao Dangjia and Erina Nakiri, it gradually spread throughout the camp and even to more distant places.
Although these aromas come from diverse sources, they miraculously do not conflict with each other. Instead, they complement and blend with one another, forming an incredibly layered and distinct torrent of fragrance.
For group members like Su Yunqing, Tony Stark, Madara Uchiha, Sosuke Aizen, Marquis Voban, and Loki, who have plenty of points and frequently buy Master Boy's dishes, it's not a big deal.
However, for people like Kazuma Sato, Hachiman Hikigaya, Yukino Yukinoshita, and Setsuna Ogiso, who have rarely eaten this food or have never eaten it at all, the taste is quite terrifying.
(End of this chapter)