"The key tasting time of this dish is within thirty seconds after the ham is opened, so please taste it as soon as possible."

After a pause for a few seconds, the waiter continued: "Master Gu personally told me this."

Restore the look exactly as Gu Pingping asked them to do when they were serving food.

"Then let's stop being polite!"

"Eat quickly, eat quickly."

The surrounding chefs had the same reaction as Su Zifang, and they all extended their spoons to the middle of the ham.

"Hey, why is there still soup?" Mu Fei scooped up the meatballs and found that there was still a pool of soup under the tofu.

"This is not a soup, it is the essence of all the ingredients condensed in the steamer. It is very fresh." Xue Xinjian has eaten it once and is obviously more experienced.

"Is that so?"

Su Zifang looked at the tofu balls in the spoon, and when he blew it gently, the balls, which looked like fish balls, swayed slightly, showing a tenderness that was inconsistent with their appearance.

Bite the meatballs in one bite, and the fresh tofu will slide into your mouth instantly.

"fresh!"

“Extremely fresh!”

Su Zifang only felt that he had really encountered the legendary food that was so fresh that even his tongue could swallow it.

The saltiness of the ham, the mellow aroma of the chicken soup, the warm aroma of the galangal, the thickness of the ribs, the richness of the mushrooms, and the elegance of the mountain bamboo shoots are all gathered in the half spoonful of tofu in your mouth.

Different from the deliciousness of a single ingredient, this complex umami taste presents an extremely complex yet coordinated deliciousness after one swallow, as if it has been tasted through the changes of the four seasons, with understatement, thick ink and heavy colors, and finally turned into a vivid picture scroll.

.

The whole ham hanging from the eaves has gradually withered and turned yellow and oily over the years. After several months of fermentation and ripening, it has become shiny in skin and purple in color.

In the mountain forest, plump mushrooms opened their umbrellas on the tree trunks, and as soon as a bamboo shoot sprouted, it was dug out by diligent bamboo pickers and cleaned by the stream.

The running reed chickens dropped chicken feathers from the top of the wall, and the big white pig in the corner lazily opened the soil in front of it and crawled to spread its body further.

…

Feeling the rich taste in his mouth, Su Zifang slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, he finally understood that all the fresh food before, whether it was seafood, river fresh food or local fresh food, would all be eclipsed before the moonlit night of Twenty-Four Bridge.

I finally understand why Hong Qi Guild is satisfied with just one dish like this.

Because, it is really delicious!

The best taste in the world, but just like this...

After sighing with emotion, Su Zifang saw that there was still half a spoonful of tofu in the spoon, and Su Zifang swallowed it in one gulp without hesitation.

However, with the second bite of tofu, the picture changed from a natural style to a pyrotechnic one.

The two chefs split the ham in half with a wire saw and carefully dug out the holes. Each hole was determined one by one according to the texture of the ham, the density of the meat, and the alternation of fat and thin.

Remove the feathers from the proud reed chicken and put it on the cutting board together with the cleaned bones. Blanch it in boiling water to remove any blood foam. Then put it into a pot and stew it with washed mushrooms and bamboo shoots.

The chef carefully takes out each tofu ball and puts it into the ham, then carefully covers and seals the ham.

Put the steamer on the heat, simmer slowly over low heat, and the steam will penetrate along the gaps of the ham, locking the deliciousness of the whole pot into the tofu.

After a while, the aftertaste is over.

Su Zifang turned his head and asked Xue Xinjian: "Is this dish a restored ancient dish or Master Gu's own creation?"

Xue Xinjian shook his head: "I don't know much about this. The last time I ate it was a few years ago. Master Gu invited a group of chefs, including my grandfather, to taste food at Wudi's house. During the dinner, this dish was served suddenly.

This dish shocked us all."

"But even if it is restored based on ancient books, Master Gu must have made improvements, because the taste is much better than what he had last time." Xue Xinjian commented, recalling the food he had last time.

"The last time I ate it, it was steamed with half a slice of ham alone. The flavor of tofu was far less rich than it is now. It should be because I put a lot of thought into the base soup, ingredients, and presentation."

"And the decorations on the ham are probably not just for looks, they should also help circulate air and balance air pressure."

Xue Xinjian pointed to some holes of different depths on the base of half a piece of ham: "For example, these holes should be specially dug out to allow the steam to penetrate into the inside of the ham more evenly. In this way, after the steam penetrates along the ham, all the essence will be absorbed.

Precipitation will eventually form condensation under the tofu.”

"The tofu is also placed in alternating fat and thin areas to ensure that the aroma and greasiness of the oil are maintained at the most appropriate level."

Xue Xinjian's advantage of having eaten a lot of delicacies finally came to light, and he was able to deduce the handling of the Moonlight Night at Twenty-Four Bridges based on just a few details.

"That's it." Su Zifang instantly understood the key to the dish in front of him, and at the same time he admired Gu Pingping's creativity. Being able to use a whole ham as a cooking prop, and being willing to spend time and effort to figure out the secrets of it, is indeed a real

The spirit that only a great chef has.

"Speaking of which, this is only the fifth dish, right? It's already at this level, wouldn't the next few dishes be more delicious?" Zhao Xiaoman put down his spoon and muttered in a low voice.

When Su Zifang heard this, he was stunned, pinched his fingers and said: "Soft pocket eel, mirror box tofu, squirrel mandarin fish, white-robed shrimp, twenty-four bridges on a moonlit night."

Sure enough, there were only five dishes.

But why do you feel so full?

"It must be Mu Fei's conspiracy to make me eat more after I'm full. It must be like this."

"Damn it, I should have known better than to order that bowl of rice with him!"

Su Zifang looked at the rice in his hand that he had only eaten two bites with a look of deep annoyance, turned around and complained: "Scheming boy!"

Mu Fei:???

He didn't do anything!

Before he could ask questions, Mu Fei was greeted by the waiter: "Hello, please be careful when serving food here."

A medium-sized casserole was placed on the table.

"Three sets of duck, chef: Xiong Jie, from Deyi House."

Probably because he had just seen the extra-large steaming tray, when the three sets of ducks were placed on the table, there was no stir. Only Mu Fei, who had the least experience, showed a little bit of expectation: "I heard that this dish tastes more sophisticated!"

However, among those present, Xue Xinjian and Zhao Xiaoman said that they knew how to pay attention but did not want to take action.

After looking around, Mu Fei could only look at Su Zifang helplessly: "Brother Fang!"

Su Zifang:......

He just wants to eat in peace, so why is he forced to pick up a knife and start business?

Fortunately, I still had an impression when I watched Xue Yi operate it before, and the whole process was done very well. I was even able to popularize the origin of "Qi Sha Soup" to Mu Fei while eating it.

Within a few minutes, several bowls of portioned soup appeared on the table.

Mu Fei picked up the bowl first and took a big sip, licking his lips: "It doesn't seem to taste particularly good?"

Xue Xinjian took a sip and frowned slightly: "The taste is average."

Zhao Xiaoman nodded: "It's a bit ordinary."

Su Zifang heard what the three people said and picked up the bowl in disbelief: "How is that possible?"

A few seconds later, he put down the bowl with a complicated expression and showed the same expression: "It seems... really."

"Brother Fang, did you ruin this dish because you didn't cook it properly?" Mu Fei asked carefully.

"Hmm..." Su Zi twitched the corner of his mouth, "Isn't that right? I just cut it, so I don't have such a big influence."
Chapter completed!