Only when everyone stood in front of the cooking table did Yu Jian look at these people.
Directly in front of her is the chef of Guangling Yan Restaurant, Guangling Black Pearl Restaurant. It is said that this restaurant is the only Black Pearl Restaurant in China. Diagonally opposite her is the heir of Dong Family Restaurant, the heir of Shandong cuisine. He is over thirty years old and has a background in Northeast China.
He has a unique sense of joy and smiles all the time. A few tables away is the Cantonese restaurant chain Haicheng Restaurant. The chef is a lean old man. When he looks at me squinting with his triangular eyes, I always feel uncomfortable.
There is also the Xiangyuan Restaurant, a local private restaurant in Shanghai. Fang Zilu is next to the master chef. The two of them are making the same gesture, both showing a sense of solemnity and dignity.
These are all teams that are favorites to win the championship, but Yu Jian, on the other hand, looks like they are just here to make soy sauce.
"The competition is about to begin. First of all, I would like to ask Liu Chenggao Liu, the inheritor of the Manchu-Han banquet, to speak and give some encouragement to our contestants!" the host said seriously and handed the microphone to an elderly man.
Mr. Liu has always been highly virtuous and respected. Even though he is old, he has a strong character of his own. He opened his mouth, which had already lost many teeth, and slowly said word by word: "Since ancient times, the profession of chef has been called 'low-class'.
's work. We cannot compare with emperors, saints, and sages, who govern the country with wisdom; nor can we compare with doctors, who are skilled in painting. We are called "pawns", but whether they are emperors, sages, or doctors, they cannot do without.
Open us. I am very happy to see many young faces here today. China has a lot of food heritage. I hope you can continue on this road..."
Some words must be spoken by people who have personally experienced them to move people's hearts more. Mr. Liu's words not only brought back many memories of those present, but also made their hearts surge. So what if they are "low-spirited"?
Can I not eat?
Yu Jian looked deeply at the old man in front of her. What he revealed was his unruliness as a chef and his resistance to the prejudices of the world. She clenched her fists, and her heart was as turbulent as the sea.
"Okay! Then it's time for our chefs to perform. I declare that the competition is about to begin -" With a whistle, the huge hourglass was pushed to the back of the stage, and the fine gravel slowly flowed down, and the timer
Officially begin.
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Although Fang Zilu secretly opened a restaurant by himself, his main job was still at his family's Xiangyuan Restaurant. This time, he finally begged his father and agreed to let him join the competition with the chef.
Oh, he forgot to mention that the chef is his uncle.
Uncle Fang said "Humph", glanced at Fang Zilu who was still in a daze, and sighed helplessly: "Zilu, why don't you deal with the yellow croaker quickly?" He hesitated, not knowing what he was thinking, staring at him all day long.
Looking at the girl in front of me in a daze, it can't be...
He coughed twice unnaturally and reminded him: "Have you and A-Yuan had a problem recently?"
Fang Zilu glanced at him doubtfully: "What did you say?" He has a good relationship with his wife Qinqin! They are working hard to have a big fat baby.
"Then you -" Uncle Fang pointed vaguely in front of him.
Fang Zilu suddenly realized it and explained: "I know someone. I didn't expect that she would also come to participate in the competition." This little girl was so unassuming that when she ate at his place, she just felt like an expert. Unexpectedly, she was a fellow traveler.
Misstep, misstep.
Uncle Fang felt relieved and tapped the cutting board with the tip of his knife: "There are many things you didn't expect! A little girl is nothing to be afraid of. Clean up the yellow croaker quickly, and prepare the side dishes!"
Xiangyuan Restaurant is a local restaurant in Magic City, so naturally it wants to conquer the crowd with a dish that best reflects the characteristics of Magic City - Yellow Croaker Noodles with Bones.
When it comes to yellow croaker, it has always been a favorite of people in Shanghai. Children don’t like to eat fish, but my mother brought home the meaty little yellow croaker. It was fried to a golden light and I took a bite while the smoke was still there. It was crispy.
It's so incomparable that not even the bones are left. The yellow croaker noodles are even more dreamy among people in Shanghai. Although it seems simple, the word "fresh" will not let go even if it is slapped in the face.
The fresh yellow croaker was placed in the water tank. Fang Zilu picked it up skillfully, knocked it unconscious with the handle of the knife, scraped the scales and then broke the belly to remove the intestines. At this time, the fish was not dead, and the meat scratched by the tip of the knife shrank slightly.
You can chop off the head and leave the belly. Although Fang Zilu is young, he is very good at knife skills. The knife enters from the back of the fish and accurately avoids the fish bones. The movement is as fast as a shadow flashing. In just two seconds, a complete fish bone is
Just picked it out.
Yellow croaker is eaten fresh. Uncle Fang put oil in the pot and poured in sliced green onions and ginger. After Fang Zilu dried the fish body, he put it in the oil pot and fried it until the skin turned yellow.
Another important step in making yellow croaker noodles is to cook the soup. Put the fish bones in cold water, bring to a boil over high heat, then simmer over low heat until the fish soup becomes clear and white, filter out the broken bones, and add half-cooked handmade noodles.
When the noodles have soaked up the soup, add pepper and salt to taste.
After the noodles are taken out, add the fried fish and cook for five to six minutes before taking it out of the pan.
Xiangyuan Restaurant's deboned yellow croaker noodles have a very high status in the hearts of diners. Put handmade noodles in the noodle bowl, add a pile of shredded pickled cabbage, add some dried shrimps and dried fish, and top with
The rich fish soup is topped with a yellow croaker that has been precisely deboned. Just smelling it makes you feel like you have no regrets in this life.
Fang Zilu watched his uncle finish arranging the dishes and pressed the bell at hand.
"The Xiangyuan Restaurant is the first to finish!" Following the host's voice, the staff pushed the cart up, neatly arranged the three bowls of yellow croaker noodles in front of them, and presented them to the three judges.
Shi Jiahua's ancestral home is in Magic City. Although he has lived in the capital for these years, he always has an inexplicable nostalgia for the dishes in his hometown. As early as when Fang Zilu was killing yellow croaker, he whispered to the other two judges: "Oh, it's Magic City."
The yellow croaker noodles will make your eyebrows fall off."
Guan Shanyue: "Is it that exaggerated?"
Shi Jiahua: "I guarantee you won't even be able to have a mouthful of soup left."
Sure enough, before it was served on the table, there was a strong smell of fresh fish. Guan Shanyue glanced at the cart curiously. Good guy, each yellow croaker was as long as the palm of your hand, and they were fried to a golden color.
"Quickly, take a sip of the soup first to feel it." Shi Jiahua did not take the spoon. He held the soup bowl and blew a few breaths before taking a sip of the soup. The soup was milky white and there was no fishy smell at all.
My mouth is full of umami. The soup base is added with pickled vegetables and clams, which is rich and delicious. Although the yellow croaker is large, it is charred on the outside and tender on the inside. It is soaked in the flavor of the fish soup, which makes the fish meat even more tender and smooth.
The handmade gluten is smooth and chewy, and paired with the sweet fish soup, it’s called “嗲”!
While stuffing noodles into his mouth, Shi Jiahua raised his eyebrows and looked at Guan Shanyue, who was enjoying the soup: "How is it? Am I right?"
Baby, you still don’t believe it?
After all, Shi Jiahua is also the person who wrote famous food novels. He is holding this mouth——