The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 55: Cooking diffusion arc (part 1)

"What do you want me to see, celebrity." At Asada's call, Gu Tie sat next to the bar, "Is there any plan? Or some information has been discovered."

"Try it." The other party put a slab of sashimi on his face with a stern face, and Gu Tie found out that this guy had no idea when he had worn a white chef's uniform with his head tied. The towel, roll up your sleeves, look like a chef’s shelf,

"This is too greasy for breakfast. It's raw and cold." The Chinese didn't expect to ask him to try it, and picked up the chopsticks next to him with a bitter expression, but the sashimi in the elegant pottery plate looked like Crystal clear, like a red gem, the red meat is separated by traces of white fat, and the surprisingly elastic fleshy fibers are trembling slightly, which looks very attractive. Gu Tie picked up the sashimi and put it in his mouth and chewed twice. , I feel that the gravy is overflowing in the mouth, and the fresh and sweet taste of fish and the unique mellow flavor of tuna satisfy every taste bud.

"Well, it's delicious." He praised,

Asada Xiongshan removed the plate and brought another flat plate. There was still a piece of raw fish on it. The flesh of this piece of fish seemed to be firmer. The fat was arranged horizontally, and the color was blood red. Gu Tie commented after tasting:

"Well, it's delicious."

Next is a piece of raw fish, another piece of raw fish, plus another piece of raw fish, then another piece of raw fish, and unfortunately it is still a piece of raw fish. After Gu Tie has eaten seven pieces of raw fish, he put his chopsticks on one. Lost: "I know you are testing my taste. This is the legendary luxurious platter of seven grades of tuna sashimi. I can see that each piece of meat is different, and I can also taste the different taste of each piece of meat. But for a layperson like me, there is only one level of deliciousness, and that is: ah, delicious, even the last big toro is just um delicious, don’t bother,...weakly ask, the last piece Is it Toro?"

"No." The Ryukyu people replied ruthlessly, "You will be wrong, I'm just preparing some weapons for intelligence work. To draw out the big figures in the cabinet intelligence investigation room, you must have esoteric cuisine. What you just ate was the tuna sashimi that can be eaten in any restaurant, but the next thing is the ultimate tuna sashimi that I learned at the "Suehiroya" in Shizuoka, Japan. The house closed for business. This has become a swan song in the history of Japanese tuna. Please come and try it in a quiet and dignified manner."

Gu Tie scolded his mother secretly in his heart, and he had to pretend to be serious,

Asada brought out a shallow dish from the cooking table. There was a slice of raw fish on the dish. The texture looked like belly meat, but the fat arrangement did not look even. It appeared to be curved through the muscle fibers. Gu Tie lowered his head and looked at him. He didn't see anything famous, and took the chopsticks and put it in his mouth: "If you want me to say, this is not... wait... I rely on a mother."

This time even a layman is shocked by the deliciousness of the food. If the tuna that I ate before was slightly ups and downs in the "um, delicious" level, this piece of raw fish is now being tasted. It’s about fifteen levels higher, reaching the super-high level of "relying on the **** good taste". Gu Tiegulu swallowed the delicious tuna, a long aftertaste of the elastic fish, mellow fat, and delicate. The muscles and tendons are combined to form a harmonious sonata. Every cell in the body is stretched out because of the deliciousness, and it is light and fluttering like in the clouds. "What is this? Is there any more? ." He jumped up anxiously and looked into the bar,

Asada Yuyama’s dark face finally showed a cold smile: "This is the legendary hagashi　toro, the emperor of the tuna sashimi. Hagashi means'tear off', which is between the big toro and the middle The belly of the tuna at the junction of toro has a long strip of silky toro. This part cannot be cut with a knife. You can only tear off the fish with subtle techniques. Even for such a large black tuna, the amount of hagashi is only It can be filled with a medium-sized flat plate, which shows how precious it is, and if the chef does not have strong wrist strength and tempered skills, there is no way..."

"Alright, alright." Gu Tie quickly interrupted the other party's boasting, "You said that as a secret weapon, it must be qualified, why this part is so delicious."

"This is the exquisiteness of Japanese cuisine. It can maximize the taste of the ingredients. The large toro is slightly greasy because the fat content is more than 25%. The medium toro is not so greasy, but it contains tuna. Fascia, the taste is poor; only the hagashi at the junction of the two parts obtains the essence of the two. It can be said that the whole body of the tuna is concentrated in this." Asada introduced,

Gu Tie suddenly remembered something, and put the chopsticks on the bar: "I simulated the intelligence operations part of the'Tuna Sneak Attack' in my mind just now. I want to attract the head of the intelligence investigation room to the store. It’s correct to start by working through the civil servants of the Metropolitan Police Department in the same building, but this diffusion arc is estimated to be relatively long. According to my calculations, these big people will appear in the shop under the introduction of others at least six to seven days later. , And to obtain the necessary information through these big men, we don’t even know what information it will be, it will take longer. I’m afraid this tuna will be destroyed by then, I’m afraid At that time, there will be no tuna of such good quality in the Tsukiji market. If the tuna effect cannot continue, the influence of the restaurant will not be enlarged in their social circle, and the plan will be fatally hindered."

"You are a complete layman." Asada threw a kitchen knife "boom" into the chopping board, frightening Gu Tie. "The tuna is not as simple as you think. If you calculate it, it will be seven days later. Important people will appear, and that’s the right time to enjoy this rare black tuna."

"Huh, it won't taste good if stored for so long." The Chinese said strangely,

"So you are a layman." The culinary celebrity hates iron and shook his head: "All meats, especially red meat, are not the best when they are just slaughtered. They must go through a certain amount of time. During the maturation process, a large number of ingredients in the meat are decomposed into amino acids, which will double the flavor of the meat. For example, beef is the best time to taste after two weeks of maturation, and those familiar with hunting know that after the wild ducks are killed, they are killed. Don’t cook it directly, hang it upside down and wait for it to mature naturally. When the duck’s eyes have maggots, when the meat is the best, it will take about two to three weeks."

Hearing the creepy word "maggot", Gu Tie decided not to eat Peking duck anymore, "Then the tuna should also be matured? In other words, the one I just had is not the best The tuna sashimi."

Asada nodded and said: "Generally, low-temperature aging of tuna is enough for about 48 hours, but like this kind of precious black tuna in winter, after eight days of aging, muscle and fat gradually become one, which triggers a distinct Taste, the hagashi sashimi made of black tuna that has been aged for eight days is the best in the world."

Gu Tieqing couldn’t help but "grunt" and swallowed, "Okay, okay, it turns out that the world of cooking is really full of unintelligible things...Sometimes I wonder why you, a murderer like you, would cook. Full of enthusiasm, does it mean that taking a knife to cut a person’s trachea has the same refreshing feel as when taking a knife to cut fish."

"Budo, tea ceremony, flower path, and the way of eating are all the same when they reach the highest level. Your Chinese idiom refers to this as'different routes to the same goal'." Asada Yuyama's finger turned, the famous sword "North Valley Vegetable Cut" appeared. Between my fingers, a sharp "clang" came out of the sheath, "I have been patient and hope that the dreamy black tuna hagashi sashimi in eight days will be as beautiful as the feel when I personally killed the villain who kidnapped Naomi."

"Ah, I used to like knives very much, but I have no interest in using knives to cut people." Gu Tie couldn't help squinting his eyes, scanning the opposite Metropolitan Police Department building. It’s so merciful to hack to death. The people who took Aqiwei away, I will let them struggle in **** until the end of the world."

The two men were silent in unison. The first ray of sunlight in winter broke through the clouds to illuminate the black and red signs of the shop "toro", and also illuminated the majestic Metropolitan Police Department building across the street. The street lights went out. Pedestrians increased, Tokyo, the most densely populated metropolis in the world, began to wake up slowly. Ant-like office workers gradually crowded on railways, trams, and fast-tracks. The capital of the declining huge economic empire could not see the slightest depression. The sight, here is still the world’s fastest-paced, busiest, and most crowded giant city, and it also hides the most evil, the most perverted, and the most anti-human gloom,

The morning sun illuminates Gu Tie’s side face. Make-up on his face makes him look like an ordinary Japanese middle-aged and young man, but when his dark brown eyes light up, even Asada Yuyama dare not pretend to be in it. Contained wisdom and strength, and the silent Ryukyu man stands behind the cooking table. His slender figure has not been shrouded in the sun. His gloomy face is carved with deep wrinkles. No one knows that it is the annual ring left by the real years. , It’s just another old mask. Gu Tie knows almost nothing about this man,,, and what did he know about Gu Tie the day before yesterday. The two cannot trust each other, but they are temporarily combined because of each other’s needs. Turning their gazes toward the triumphant organization in the fantasy dream of the underground empire, buried deep in the underground room, no one realizes that they have become the target of others. They only care about the problem at hand, their identity. , Position, power and money,

"Have you heard that the toro opposite is about to reopen. They paid a lot of money to photograph the black tuna at Tsukiji Market."

"Really, I must go for a tasting that night... No no, noon, noon."

The hurricane blew from the uniform police duty room on the 7th floor of the Metropolitan Police Department building,