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When Gon, Killua, and Chi returned, they coincidentally arrived at the kitchen at the same time as the other contestants. The atmosphere in the kitchen was tense, as if sparks were about to fly. The sound of sharpening knives filled the air, like the preparation before a battle.
Buhara glanced at the ingredients on the table and said to Chi, "Puchi, your mind is indeed more devious than mine. The fish for making sushi is all saltwater fish, right?" There was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.
"If we use the materials provided by these people, I don't think anyone can make a Sushi that's palatable," Buhara turned his gaze to the tables of the other contestants, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.
Menchi smiled, with a hint of anticipation in her eyes: "That's what makes it interesting! I've long been tired of the usual Sushi dishes."
Then she raised her finger and looked around the room, saying, "Today, I am serving as the judge of this competition in the role of a chef. I can't wait to see the unexpected creations."
Buhara furrowed her brow and muttered under her breath, "It's precisely because you're here as a chef that the whole competition might turn out to be a disaster."
"What?" Menchi instantly turned her sharp gaze towards Buhara.
"It's... it's nothing." Buhara quickly changed the subject, with a hint of embarrassment on her face.
" Chi, don't you want to go tell Leorio and Curarpikt first?" Gon looked at Chi's busy figure and asked curiously.
"Just wait a moment, I need to deal with these ingredients first." Chi said as she took out some fresh sea fish and spider eggs, placing them elegantly on the cutting board nearby.
Chi skillfully began to handle these ingredients, as if every movement was expressing her respect and love for cooking. The others in the kitchen couldn't help but stop and stare at her, deeply drawn in by her focus and skill.
Chi stood in a spacious kitchen, surrounded by an array of exquisite kitchenware and ingredients. She took out several sea fish, kelp, and spider eggs, and began a remarkable cooking process.
First, Chi took out a professional fish scaler and carefully scraped off large patches of fish scales. Her technique was extremely meticulous, ensuring that the scaler only inserted between the fish scales, sliding up and down without damaging the fish meat. Everyone present, including the confident ninja, was stunned. Menchi stood aside, silently nodding, seemingly quite satisfied with Chi's skill.
Next, Chi cuts off the fish head and tail, then carefully removes the internal organs and washes away the fish blood. She then uses a sharp knife to finely slice the fish meat, with each cut precise and accurate, preserving the maximum amount of usable fish meat.
After cutting the fish, place the fish meat on a bamboo sieve. The bamboo sieve is used to season the fish slices or hold vegetables, and it ensures that the ingredients can "breathe."
Different types of fish and thickness require different marinating techniques.
Chi The current method I use is to marinate with soy sauce. Taking tuna as an example, it is quickly cooked on the outside using a broth, then placed in the soy sauce marinade for about 9 to 10 minutes.
The base of the marinade is mostly reduced sodium soy sauce, with a bit of mirin and regular sake.
Chi first separates the egg whites and egg yolks. She whips the egg whites until they are almost in a semi-meringue state, and then adds the juice. Then she slowly pours in the egg mixture, layer by layer, and finally obtains a 10-layered tamagoyaki.
After the entire cooking process was completed, including the overconfident ninja, everyone was stunned. Even the experienced Menchi couldn't help but nod in approval of Chi's cooking skills.
"Brother, did you check if the sushi rice is ready for me?" Chi asked.
"Oh, okay," Gon replied.
Gon walked to the side of the pot, opened the lid, and looked at the vinegar rice.
He picked up a little rice and tasted it, then nodded and said, "Oh, Chi, this vinegar rice tastes very delicious. I can feel the fragrance of white vinegar and the strength of red vinegar, very balanced."
Chi smiled and said, "That's great, thank you, brother. This time I tried using a mixture of two types of white vinegar and one type of red vinegar, and added a little salt to enhance the flavor. In the past, I used white vinegar with white fish, but I always felt it lacked some strength; red vinegar was too heavy. Now, mixing the two is just right."
Upon hearing this, Menchi couldn't help but admire Chi's cooking philosophy and skills even more.
At this tense moment, Leorio stood up first, his chest held high. His eyes burned with confidence, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.
"I am confident that with fresh fish and seasoned rice, I can create the most authentic nigiri sushi!" Leorio declared emphatically.
He picked up a covered plate, looking serious but also with a hint of excitement, and walked towards the examiner Menchi.
"This sushi, I named it 'Leorio Special Sushi.' Now, please taste it," Leorio said confidently as he lifted the lid.
However, when the lid was lifted, the scene fell silent. Inside the plate, instead of sushi, there were lively little fish, with scales still on, "wrapped" in a ball of white rice. The fish's tails and heads were sticking out of the rice, still moving their mouths and tails.
Menchi saw it and her face instantly turned ugly. She stood up angrily, threw the plate of "sushi" to the side, and said loudly, "Who would eat this!"
"Are you looking to die? You just threw away the sushi I worked so hard to make!" Leorio retorted angrily.
"What? Aren't you afraid of being eliminated?" Menchi sneered.
Then, she turned to the other contestants and said seriously, "Listen up, everyone. The appearance of Sushi is a very important aspect. If you can't even handle the appearance, let alone the taste."
"Ugh, this is my best effort," grumbled Leorio discontentedly.
Next, another examinee stepped forward, holding a covered plate. After lifting the lid, a medium-sized fish was seen "inserted" into a mound of white rice, still lively and jumping.
Menchi once again without hesitation, pushed the plate aside and said coldly, "Just like Leorio from room 403, they're both the same."
The examinee's face changed color, obviously greatly affected, and seemed a bit dazed. The atmosphere in the entire kitchen became even more solemn, and everyone felt immense pressure.
"The best punch is this big!" complained Leorio with his right cheek still swollen.
Next, one after another, works were presented to Menchi, but the result was always the same—each one was rejected by her.
"No, not good." This time it was a pile of white rice covered with a lively fish.
"No, that's wrong." Then a fish was cut open and a ball of rice was stuffed inside its belly.
"The direction is wrong!" Another rice ball, but this time it was wrapped in fish meat.
Menchi couldn't hold back her frustration any longer: "What are you all doing? A qualified product hasn't even appeared yet. Are you trying to starve me?"
Curarpikt stood to the side, carefully observing: "From her instructions and the name 'Sushi,' I guess this should be a food with a fixed shape, like fried meatballs or hamburgers."
He looked at the chopsticks in Menchi's hand and the seasoning plate in front of her, thinking to himself, "She should be using those chopsticks to pick up the sushi and then dipping it in the seasoning on the plate to taste."
"Therefore, the ideal sushi should be about the size of an egg and should be paired with fresh fish," Curarpikt concluded in his mind.
"This is it!" Curarpikt confidently presented his finished product.
Menchi took one look and saw only a slightly smaller live fish wrapped in white rice, her face instantly turned pale.
"You too, just like Leorio from 403, are completely unqualified!" Menchi's tone was filled with disappointment and anger as she forcefully pushed the plate aside.
Curarpikt remained motionless, as if his spirit had been deeply wounded.
"I don't believe that the impact is that big!" Leorio said discontentedly on the side.
Menchi shook her head impatiently and said, "None of them are good. I'm getting angry! They not only lack observation and attention, but also have no taste or class. It's infuriating."
"It's almost my turn to show off," a bald ninja said confidently, then opened his sushi container to reveal his creation. "What do you think? This is real sushi, isn't it?"
"Well, finally something decent," Menchi picked up the chopsticks.
She tasted it slightly and said coldly, "No, it's not good."
The ninja hesitated for a moment, then said discontentedly, "What did you say? Isn't Sushi just a dish where rice is molded into a square shape and topped with raw fish so that others can eat it in one bite?"
The person next to them, upon hearing this explanation, thought, "So that's what Sushi is all about."
Ninja's thoughts: "Oh no."
Menchi angrily said, "It's that simple. Anyone can do it? You won't admit you're dumb. If you want to make good Sushi, it takes at least ten years of effort. You outsiders can only imitate at best. The taste is like night and day compared to the Sushi made by an expert."
"Then don't come up with such lousy topics!" retorted the ninja.
"Dare to talk back, you baldy. You're asking for trouble. If you're not happy, then go outside!" Menchi said angrily.
Buhara thought to himself, "Oh, Menchi is having that old problem again."
At that moment, Chi's sushi and tamagoyaki were finally ready. She secretly rejoiced and served the tamagoyaki as an appetizer to increase her chances of winning with her sushi. She brought these to Menchi.
Menchi saw the food brought by Chi, her eyes lit up and she said, "You're finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time. This tamagoyaki smells amazing, is it made with spider eggs?"
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