Yu Jian became more and more curious about Yu Qiming. From Yu Yinyin to Liu Chenggao, how many things he had done in those years could be remembered by so many people.
According to Mr. Liu's description, Yu Qiming, as described by his master, was thin in stature, could lift a large iron pot weighing more than twenty kilograms effortlessly, and was extremely skilled in knife skills. He even had a sensitive tongue that was rare in the world. He could taste just a little bit.
Can accurately name the ingredients.
There was only one such person in her mind - her master.
Shaking her head, Yu Jian smiled to herself. Her master was from the Tang Dynasty a thousand years ago. How could he appear in the modern world a hundred years ago?
Taking a deep breath, she began to think about the test questions for the next round of the competition-like soup but not soup.
China is very particular about food. It can be seen from modern banquets that cold dishes, soups, hot dishes, staple food, pastries and fruits are all indispensable.
This is like soup but not soup, isn’t it just the soup?
After the two brothers Jianguo and Jianping combined the remaining genealogy of the Yu family, it became a complete recipe book. It records an ancient recipe called Tai Chi Liang Yi Geng.
Yu Jian had studied it carefully, and found that the ingredients, the cooking method, and even the final presentation were all excellent. However, she hurriedly entered the competition before she could try it. If she wanted to make this dish, she would inevitably
Some lack of confidence.
Fufu's case is still fresh in her mind. If the expert judges hadn't known the origin, she might have encountered the Waterloo Incident and gone home directly with all the baggage.
Biting her lip and hesitating for a long time, she sighed quietly. She finally made the decision to try the Tai Chi soup, which was once known as the dish that protects the country.
Jiang Cheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, listening to the fresh news from his apprentice. The smoke in his fingers almost burned to the point where he didn't even notice it.
The young apprentice quickly stepped forward and snatched the cigarette butt from his hand, and patted the ashes in his hand distressedly: "Master, what's wrong with you? Why are you always so distracted? That Yu's Restaurant is just a restaurant that just opened its doors not long ago.
Why are you so interested in this little restaurant?"
Jiang Cheng withdrew his hand, shook it casually, and glanced at him: "What do you know? This girl is younger than you and can take the lead alone. What about you? When will you be able to leave?"
The young apprentice's face turned red, he smiled coyly, and said shyly: "I think I can start teaching now, so don't you worry, master!" He has been studying for more than five years, and there are others who are better than him.
Those who started training late have still been under Jiang Cheng's command. In terms of ability, he can guarantee that he is no worse than others, but the master just feels that he still has shortcomings.
Jiang Cheng sneered, nodded his forehead, and complained rudely: "You - since you are so confident, you will be the one to pick out the ingredients this afternoon..."
"No, master, you still have to go with me. If I don't choose well, wouldn't it be bad if I delay tomorrow's game..." the young apprentice said hurriedly.
Jiang Cheng laughed: "Didn't you just say that you wanted to become a monk?"
The little apprentice held his arm flatteringly and asked him to sit down comfortably: "Master kept me for a long time to train me, I know. Where can I follow you to participate in various competitions after I graduate? I will gain experience."
I understand~" He winked mischievously, slightly dispelling the haze in Jiang Cheng's heart.
The young apprentice is right, she is just a little girl who has just left the village. She only knows one or two ancient dishes, but she has the support of her family. He is already well-known in Jiangcheng and Guangling Banquet, so why bother with a little girl.
In this game, the championship can only be his, and anyone can only be his stepping stone.
The second round of the competition was based on the selection of ingredients based on the results of the previous game. Yu Jian was the first to go in and spent thirty minutes picking at the food shelf before finding all the ingredients she needed. On the way out, she met Jiang Cheng.
, the little girl nodded, showing a polite smile.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng ignored her, glanced at her stingily, picked up his feet and stepped in.
Yu Jian blinked, then blinked again. Why did Chef Jiang have such a strange attitude towards her?
…
The next day, the game started on time with the hourglass countdown as usual.
After testing the waters in the previous round, the remaining teams no longer dare to take it lightly. Looking at the nine teams in the field, they are really the best among the best, and they will naturally show their true skills.
This question, which is like soup but not soup, refers directly to the word "soup". This is simply a scoring question for Chef Jiang of Huaiyang cuisine. He masters the most difficult soup recipe among all cuisines - Wensi Tofu
soup.
This famous Huaiyang dish with a long history was created by Monk Wensi, a monk in Guangling during the Qianlong period. It is a great test of knife skills.
Tofu should be tender and smooth. Use the straight knife method to slice the tofu first, cut it into pieces, and then cut into shreds.
Jiang Cheng held a bright stainless steel kitchen knife in his hand, lightly holding the tofu with one hand, and quickly sliding the blade with the other.
Everyone craned their heads to see the chef's knife skills, and even the camera showed a close-up of the chef's hands. They saw the silver light flashing through the white tofu, but no tofu was seen, until Jiang Da
The chef stopped and the tofu was still the same as before.
"Why are there no silk fibers?" someone asked in confusion.
Jiang Cheng raised the corner of his mouth, picked up the tofu and put it into the water that had been prepared. The tofu was scattered in all directions, and in an instant it turned into thin strands of the same length.
"Bring the needle!" Jiang Cheng ordered, and the young apprentice handed over an embroidery needle at the right time. Chef Jiang held the tip of the needle and put the needle tail into the water. As soon as he got closer, he saw tofu silk passing through the needle hole lightly. Sure enough,
It’s as “thin as a needle can pass through” as rumored!
The audience was so impressed that they stood up and applauded: "As expected of a famous chef, his knife skills are truly superb!"
The chicken soup had been simmered for a long time, and the apprentice carefully filtered it through a strainer, leaving only a clear yellow soup.
Make a base with shredded fungus, then slide in shredded tofu, take it out as soon as the soup boils, sprinkle with minced coriander, and top with freshly grilled crab roe and crab meat. The flawless tofu shreds look even more beautiful under the light.
It's white and translucent. You can smell the fresh air through the screen.
Jiang Cheng pressed the end bell: "Guangling Banquet - Crab Roe Wensi Tofu, please taste it, the judges."
Yeah! Someone is going to have dinner now?
Yu Jian paused for a moment and looked around with wide round eyes. From her angle, she could only see the white porcelain basin and the curling smoke.
The young apprentice met her gaze, glared hard, and mouthed: "What are you looking at?"
Yu Jian felt bored, smiled secretly, shook her head, and continued the work at hand. She fished out the blanched dragon leaves, squeezed out the water, gathered them into a ball on the chopping board, picked up a pair of knives, and started chopping vegetables——