"Normally speaking, when beef brisket is cooked to such a crispy level, it will appear a bit dry and dry, because long-term cooking will cause the fat to continuously lose."
"But here he specifically uses beef brisket with a higher fat content, and the thickness of the soup is also very particular."
“The beef brisket, which was originally very dry and dry, became soft, smooth and tender after being re-wrapped in the hot soup. It was a wonderful rejuvenation.”
"Good review. If the full score is 100 points, this dish of Changbai Mountain Ginseng Stewed in Milk can get 85 points, which is very good."
"The only drawback is that the formula of this medicine seems to be a bit too monotonous, and the layering is slightly reduced as a result."
"It's a pity that I don't have a better formula here, otherwise this medicinal diet might be better..."
At this point, Li Xiao paused and did not continue because he suddenly realized a problem.
Maybe the five-star chef Zhang Huiyuan didn't have better and richer medicinal formulas, but he didn't choose to use them.
After all, he was a direct descendant of the imperial chef, so the imperial dining room should have a very large reserve of medicinal foods.
After all, they used to deal with nobles in the palace, all of whom were either rich or noble. Taking medicinal supplements should be a very normal thing.
But medicines are poisonous, and not everyone can eat medicated foods. It seems that they had no choice but to choose a medicated diet that has the lowest medicinal properties, the mildest, and is suitable for the most people.
He quickly explained:
"However, chefs who want to join the kitchen have no choice but to do so. After all, not everyone is used to eating medicinal foods."
"So when facing different groups of people, they can only choose to use the most common medicated diet formula."
"So this Changbai Mountain ginseng stewed beef brisket, I can give it 90 points."
"Although he is not the best, he has tried his best to do his best. The remaining ten points are left to him to improve slowly."
In the back kitchen, Zhang Huiyuan smiled as he watched Li Xiao change the original score from 85 to 90.
He murmured to himself:
"You're a kid with some sharp eyesight."
Indeed, just as Li Xiao thought, he had many medicinal dietary formulas at his disposal, but many of them had specific effects.
For example, it can strengthen the body, nourish the skin, or strengthen yang.
However, not everyone can take these medicinal formulas with special effects. Some men will be energetic after taking the medicinal formulas, while women may even grow thick beards after taking them.
Then it would not be a surprise that he would not be able to eat and walk around, and he might even be beaten to death on the spot.
However, he also considered whether to adjust the entries for the weekend competition and change the originally planned entries to palace medicinal diet.
Yes, as an organizer, he will also compete this weekend.
However, the entries of these organizers will not be judged and will only be used as reference works.
It is the so-called demonstration work, after all, a regional competition conducted by most three-star chefs and a small number of four-star chefs.
Dishes cooked by a five-star chef like him are indeed qualified to be showcased.
But after careful consideration, he rejected the idea. After all, although the participants and judges in the competition were all young adults, there were both men and women.
It seems that there are not many suitable medicines on hand. After taking the only suitable medicine, it may cause the user's interest in certain aspects to greatly increase. It is indeed not suitable for use in public places.
...
On the other side, Li Xiao had already picked up a piece of ginseng and threw it into his mouth.
The audience in the live broadcast room was stunned.
"Aren't I dazzled? Host, did you just throw a piece of ginseng into your mouth?"
"By the way, is this thing edible? Isn't it made from medicinal materials?"
"Normally, it should be edible. I use ginseng to make tea and drink it every day. I shouldn't use American ginseng to make tea and drink it. Sometimes I accidentally eat it. Several slices are quite delicious."
"Why can't I eat ginseng? I often like to hold ginseng slices in my mouth. It's super refreshing. After we talk, I eat it and dry it. It's sweet and delicious."
"The people I went to upstairs were all big guys. They all ate ginseng like they were radishes. Unfortunately, I haven't even eaten ginseng. I feel so pitiful and weak."
"Children upstairs, stop crying. Send your address to big brother and I'll mail you a few messages right away."
Li Xiao chewed the ginseng in his mouth while watching the talent in the live broadcast room talking nonsense.
In fact, ginseng is really delicious, although it has a slightly bitter taste.
But after the bitter taste, there is a sweet aftertaste in your mouth. This kind of sweetness is unmatched by many foods.
If the sweetness of the cup of Yunshan Tieguanyin I had before was one, then the sweetness of the ginseng in my mouth now would be five.
That's right, it's 5 times the pleasure and happiness.
Especially since the food in the mouth has been soaked in the broth for several hours and has absorbed enough of the soup, it is quite nice to have the sweet taste of the broth in the aftertaste.
After swallowing the ginseng in his mouth, Li Xiao said with a smile
"Ginseng is a good thing. It nourishes the skin and can replenish qi and activate blood circulation. Moreover, this ginseng is not the kind of dried old ginseng but fresh ginseng, which tastes unique and fresh and sweet."
"It's sweet and not as bitter as dried ginseng. It tastes a bit like a small radish, but it has a bit more fiber."
"But to be honest, it's delicious, but if I had to choose, I'd still rather eat the beef brisket."
It didn't take long for Li Xiao to destroy all the beef in a small earthen pot. In the end, he even ate up all the life inside.
I can't help it, the portions of the dishes here are indeed a bit too small. Although I have eaten 7 dishes and 8 cold dishes before the meal, Li Xiao is still only half full.
It can be seen that the portion of this dish is indeed a bit difficult to describe, but when Li Xiao saw a lot of dishes left on the tables of the younger brothers at the tables next to him, he began to doubt it.
In fact, it's not that the portion of the food is not enough, but that I eat more and more.
He just thought that he seemed to be able to eat better and better, but when he thought about it carefully, he understood the reason. His physical fitness was getting better and better.
If you compare your body to a car engine, it has changed from a V4 to a V12. Although the horsepower is greater, it will definitely consume more gasoline.
Therefore, it seems to be natural for him to eat more, and Li Xiao can only comfort himself in this way.
The host on the stage said:
"Thank you very much, distinguished guests, for your cooperation with our [Palace Banquet] event process today."
"The following is Mr. Fang's [Six-stringed Piano Solo] in the last program, which is also our last dish [Chicken Soup, Chrysanthemum Tofu]."
A guqin similar in appearance to a harp was pushed out. Although the shape of this guqin was very similar to a harp, it was smaller than the harp, about the same size as a viola.
There are six strings of different lengths on the six-stringed piano. The outer frame of the six-stringed piano is a semi-curved piece of black wood. Because it is too far away, Li Xiao has no way to tell what kind of wood it is.
Sitting behind the six-stringed piano is a skinny old man in his 50s with many wrinkles on his face and his hair has completely turned white. I don't know whether it was dyed or turned white naturally.
If it turns white naturally, it may be a little older than expected.
But his eyes were very bright, and Li Xiao could see the light shining on them from a long distance away.
The moment the lady who served the food came out, the hall, which was still a little noisy, suddenly became quiet.
The crisp sound of the piano suddenly sounded, like a huge boulder dropped under a pool of water, stirring up layers of waves.
The sound of the strings was sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow. When Li Xiao closed his eyes, he felt like a lonely boat.
In the rough sea, the waves kept beating into the cabin, and the sea water fell on the deck like raindrops.
Suddenly the violent storm suddenly stopped, and the sky that was originally filled with thunder and lightning and dark clouds suddenly became cloudless.
The sound of the piano gradually became low and gentle, and the sun shone out from the clouds.
When the sun's rays shine warmly on the body, the deep feeling disappears at that moment.
Li Xiao had a satisfied look on his face and slowly opened his eyes. He had never thought that classical music could bring such wonderful enjoyment to people.
It's really amazing. Every program here is quite exciting.
Especially for this kind of solo performance or solo project, the performer is definitely the top figure in the industry.
Although the host did not introduce it specifically this time, what is the origin of this so-called Mr. Fang?
But Li Xiao can be 100% sure that Mr. Fang’s attainments in the six-stringed qin are no lower than that of Professor Ding who sang Kun Opera just now.
It may even be higher to a certain extent. After all, the six-stringed qin is even rarer than Kun Opera, and fewer people learn it.
However, some things will indeed slowly decline without publicity, support, and dissemination. Once something like culture declines, it will be difficult to revive it.
It's a pity that such beautiful music will probably become less and less popular in the future.
Seeing Mr. Fang stand up from his seat, everyone gave him warm applause.
You can tell the audience's love for him from the intensity of the applause. Of course, so much applause is largely due to Mr. Fang's high level of playing.
It's a pity that after turning around, how many people remember Mr. Fang's name and his appearance.
How many people remember his sound and melody, and how many people will search for this so-called six-stringed harp afterwards to find out what other good songs there are?
Perhaps if many people hadn't heard it here, no one would even know what a six-stringed harp looks like or what its sound is.
Seeing Mr. Fang's straight back slowly disappearing behind the stage, Li Xiao's heart tightened. He felt that it was not Mr. Fang's back that disappeared, but the entire era of the six-stringed harp.
However, he sighed in his heart, he was just an ordinary little anchor, and even if he wanted to help, it seemed he couldn't help much.
If I said before that Kun Opera is a relatively unpopular opera, I might be able to get some people interested if I promote it a little.
If more people join in and carry it forward, then the six-stringed harp in front of us will become an almost extinct traditional culture.
Even if the publicity arouses everyone's interest for a moment, it won't take long for them to be completely forgotten.
Li Xiao could only say sorry to Mr. Fang silently in his heart. It was not that he was unwilling, but that he really had no choice.
