The eel slowly piled up into a hill on Yu Jian's scallion-white fingertips. She added sweet potato flour and kneaded it vigorously repeatedly. After repeatedly beating it on the chopping board, the eel meat and sweet potato flour blended perfectly and became a ball of ice-cold dough.
Then use a cylindrical rolling pin to roll the dough until it becomes a thin dough. Gently pinch it. The thickness of the dough is less than one millimeter, like silk gauze.
In the small shop of the Xiao family in Zhengfang, Chang'an City, a long queue would form every day before court time, stretching for tens of meters. The wife of the eldest son of the Xiao family, who was originally an official lady, would meet Xiao Dalang over a bowl of wontons.
Jun became acquainted, and every day he wore a long red dress and helped in the shop without any face.
Mr. Xiao Dalang felt sorry for his wife, and after an hour he would call out: "Hongying, take a rest when you are tired, I will come later."
Mrs. Xiao smiled heartily and put away the dishes on the table. Her eyes were shining and her face was as beautiful as flowers: "I'm not tired." This scene was repeated countless times in Xiao's shop, attracting the envy of countless young ladies who had not yet left the court.
This made countless pretty men feel sorry for themselves and wished they could take those beautiful red cherry blossoms back to their homes.
Yu Jian likes to eat Xiao's wontons very much. Every once in a while, she would find someone to buy them and bring them to her. The two of them would eat and chat face to face. It was a good time worth remembering.
Later, this Xiaojia wonton caught the eye of the saint. After eating it, the saint was astonished and received a plaque from the emperor. The business became better and better.
Later, "Youyang Miscellaneous" recorded: "Xiao's wontons can be cooked by draining away the fat." That is to say, the soup used to cook wontons can be made into tea after removing the oil. You can see the clear color of the soup.
The wonton wrappers are rolled out, and then the fillings are mixed.
The six dishes designed by Yu Jian are one spicy, one salty, one fresh, one sweet, one clear, and the last one is clear.
Combining a fresh and tender taste, but also refreshing, this is the secret of Xiaojia wontons.
Remove the lines and shells of the red shrimps, leaving only the fat and tender shrimp tails, add water chestnuts, minced meat and chopped green onions, season with coarse salt and rice wine...
Guan Shanyue watched her every move, smiled slightly, looked at the time again, and estimated that in another hour, Ajian should be able to finish all the dishes.
Shi Jiazhuan's emotions were indescribable at this moment. Firstly, he was from Shanghai, and he was relieved to see that Xiangyuan Hotel could still struggle for a while. Secondly, he felt that the organizer had gone too far. If Guangling Banquet and Haicheng Restaurant
If you really fall behind because of this, you will definitely be criticized.
He sighed for a long time, feeling a little at a loss. Looking at Mr. Liu and Professor Guan on the left and right, one was full of energy and the other was looking at everything that happened clearly, as if they both knew it.
He is the only one who is stupid.
"I hope Guangling Banquet and Haicheng Restaurant can still have a chance to compete." He said to himself.
Liu Chenggao watched a big show, and he couldn't help but sigh at this moment, but he didn't feel sorry for his old friends, he just felt that they were a little...incomprehensible stupidity.
Unexpectedly, Chef Chen has lived a life of extraordinary years, but in the end, he just follows the rules of experience and goes with the flow. Everyone only saw the host's malice and sympathized with the experiences of the two teams, but they didn't expect that Liu Chenggao was happy that the Yu family's family
The girl's rebellion.
As clever as a cunning fox.
and a sincere heart that maintains truth, goodness and beauty.
If she was more cunning, she could even take away all the materials, not to mention a kind reminder.
If she is stupider, she can just go with the flow and wait with her seniors.
But she doesn't.
She discovered the problem and responded immediately. This is for Cong.
She ensured herself, but still left room for others, which was a good thing.
For the first time in so many years, Liu Chenggao became very interested in a little girl, and he was curious about what kind of family could raise such a little girl.
"Mr. Liu? What do you think of this matter?" Shi Jia Chuanqian sat bored and started chatting with Liu Chenggao.
Liu Chenggao took a sip of hot tea and replied slowly: "Very good."
"Are you just going to let them get eliminated?"
Liu Chenggao's smile gradually faded, and his eyes looked at him with some meaning: "Have you seen the leaves in the stream?"
Well……
blade?
What does this have to do with the leaves?
Shi Jiazhuan was a little confused, but he still nodded.
"Any living thing will always want to fight when it encounters a problem. Only dead things will drift with the tide. The venue now is in the Magic City and in China. The competitors facing each other are all Chinese raised by the same soil and water.
. But what if this is the scene of the World Food Conference? What if this or that problem also occurs? They... just wait with their hands behind their hands, leaving their fate in the hands of others?" One sentence after another.
Harsh, every word hurts people's hearts.
But I have to admit that he didn't say a single word wrong.
The historian blushed upon hearing this, but he also agreed with his words.
With a long sigh, Liu Chenggao added: "Perhaps we can't blame them. China has always attached great importance to Confucianism and the Doctrine of the Mean..." His eyes were dark, and his face full of grooves became slack. He recalled what his master had said.
The era I mentioned reminds me of Yu Qiming again.
As expected, the children of the Yu family all have extraordinary aspirations. Thinking of this, he suddenly laughed happily again.
He feels that China will definitely deliver the most satisfactory answer to this year's World Food Competition.
Liu Chenggao's voice was not loud at first, but by chance, the microphone was placed at hand, facing the direction he was speaking. The sound was amplified by the conductor, so that the entire venue could hear it clearly.
Jiang Cheng...his complexion turned red and then white, then white...and then red again.
The young apprentice secretly looked at his face and stood aside carefully. Chef Jiang's expression was so ugly that even the young apprentice felt full of shame.
I don't know how long it took, but Jiang Cheng seemed to have made up his mind and walked in the direction of Yu Jian.
The little apprentice's eyes widened and he stretched out his hand: "Hey - Master -" his fingertips brushed across Jiang Cheng's white chef's uniform, leaving no traces but the wind of his fingers.
Jiang Cheng walked up to Yu Jian and stood still.
The little girl's hair stood up instantly and her eyes became wary.
Chef Jiang bent down deeply, closed his eyes, and said, "I'm sorry!"
Yu Jian was at a loss for a moment and looked at him blankly.
Everyone was at a loss for a moment and looked blankly at Jiang Cheng, who was bowing.
Only Liu Chenggao, who was surprised for a second, showed a relieved smile.
"I'm sorry for everything that happened before. I will punish the second chef for the bad things he did. I will bear all your friend's medical expenses and nutritional expenses." Jiang Cheng straightened up and continued, his tone much more sincere than before.
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Yu Jian tilted her head to judge what he said, "It's not necessary, it's not a big injury."
After confirming that he was indeed sincere, the guard in his eyes was removed, and he became sincere: "It's really unnecessary. If the doctor hadn't come quickly, the wound might have healed." He joked lukewarmly.
The crowd roared with laughter.
Huang Nuan quietly stretched out his fists and whispered: "Nonsense, it won't heal until at least tomorrow!"
Seeing that Jiang Cheng was still refusing to leave after apologizing, Yu Jian asked, "Do you have anything else to do?"
"I... have a gracious request." Jiang Cheng bit his lip and hesitated before speaking, "After you finish cooking all the dishes, if you still have extra charcoal, can you give it to me?"