Wu Guoliang sighed into his mobile phone while drinking tonic soup in the distant Taiwan Province. He knew that Xiaojue, a child with a hairless mouth, could not do things well.
Being taught a good lesson by Yu Jian, who was like a daughter, he was silent for a long time in front of the clear soup filled with medicinal herbs in the bowl.
Instead of anger, smile.
There is a warm current flowing through my heart.
He has been childless all his life, but he never expected that in such a situation, he would have both children. Of course, if Yu Jianping knew about it, he would definitely scold him for being so shameless. A Jian is their daughter, how could she become his daughter? But in Wu
In the national conscience, from the first moment he saw Yu Jian, he regarded her as his own child.
Eyesight, in the eyes of people like him who have experienced all kinds of hardships, is very important.
Yu Jian didn't know what he was thinking. She just threatened him to come back for the New Year as soon as he recovered. She also reported the results of the competition to him and raised her tail in begging for praise.
"We, Jian, are really good, but we can't be too proud. This time you got lucky. If it were a normal competition, you might not be able to beat those big players."
Yu Jian nodded desperately: "Of course I know, so come back quickly and wait for your guidance!" Without saying anything, he told him to return to Beijing quickly.
Wu Guoliang smiled: "I know, I'll go back in a few days. By the way, keep an eye on Xiaojue's place to make sure he doesn't get into trouble."
"Uncle Wu, is the one who came with Wu Jue a very powerful master of Bai An?" Yu Jian was a little curious. She always felt that the middle-aged man looked more like a gentle teacher with fair hands in terms of his body and temperament.
Dry and with slender fingertips, it’s hard to imagine what kind of pastries he could make.
Wu Guoliang: "Don't underestimate him. He is the number one traditional pastry master in Taiwan Province. Some people spend a lot of money, but they can't buy pastries made by him."
So strong?
Yu Jian was speechless, so she had to observe carefully. She could get different insights from all the dishes cooked by the master chef. Just like this food competition, from the selection to the finals, Huaiyang cuisine, Cantonese cuisine,
Jiangnan cuisine, Shandong cuisine...each dish is like a starlight reflected in her mind. When she goes back, she will have to spend time to understand it, and she will definitely gain great insights.
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In the kitchen, the white case and the red case complement each other and are both important members. The red case is in charge of meat, and the white case is in charge of making pastries and noodles. Among the big cases, the big case is in charge of making steamed buns and flower rolls, and the small case is in charge of the delicate ones.
dessert.
Baiyu's grandfathers all migrated from the inland, and the reasons for this have been lost in history, becoming a past that they don't want to mention. But starting from his grandfather, he has started a pastry business, and it has been passed down to him.
Here, for three generations, Bai's Sun Cake has won the championship of Taiwan Province for three consecutive years and is known as a treasure-level pastry.
The family business is booming, but Bai Yu actually doesn't want to join in the fun. Fame and fortune have always been as illusive to him as smoke in his eyes. But he can't resist his son Bai Chen's noise, so he can only bring him and Xiao Jue to the Magic City. He and Ji Liangyou
We have been friends for many years. Although we also run a pastry shop, we are quite sympathetic to each other.
"Xiaojue, have you met your friend?" Bai Yu looked at his excited expression and asked.
Wu Jue nodded, extremely proud: "Sister Ajian is the champion of the red case. Uncle Bai, you must win the first place in the white case, then we can go to the World Food Competition together!"
Bai Yu raised his eyebrows slightly: "So powerful...but Uncle Bai can't compare to those masters!" He pointed at one or two not far away and said.
how come?
Uncle Bai's Sun Cake is unrivaled in the world.
Bai Yu's smile deepened. What he said was half-truth and half-false, and a lot of it was part of teasing children. Although he is famous for his suncakes, a qualified Bai An master must be well-rounded, not specialized.
It's just on one hand. This competition should not only consider snacks, but may have more content. This is also an aspect that he does not dare to take lightly.
"Hello fellow chefs! The red case competition has ended, and the white case competition is about to begin. Please hold the number plates in your hands and select the ingredients in turn. Our theme for the first competition is 'Exquisite', please
Make the pastry that you are most good at and satisfied with." the host said.
good?
It seems that this first game is going to test your skills.
Bai Yu raised the corners of his lips meaningfully, and sure enough, the faces of several master chefs also showed the same expression as him, and everyone smiled tacitly.
Naturally, what he wants to do is the sun cake that is popular in Taiwan.
After following the troops to select the ingredients, he took his son Bai Chen and stood in front of the cooking table. Sun cake is a type of shortbread, and its prototype is probably wife cake. After improvement, it tastes more wonderful.
Baiyu uses the ancient method to make suncakes. First, they prepare water crust and oil crust respectively. Maltose and fine sugar are added to the water crust, then lard is mixed with water and flour, and the dough is kneaded into a smooth dough.
The oily skin was given to his son Bai Chen, who mixed it with only lard and flour. He had to use strong hands and beat it repeatedly during the kneading process until the surface was smooth.
The filling is the perfect proportion that Baiyu has achieved after years of adjustments, and the sweetness is moderate.
After sufficient preparation, it is time to officially make the sun cake. Wrap the oil dough into the water dough to make a dough. Roll the dough into a long sheet with the edge of the dough facing down. Roll it up layer by layer. Then turn the rolled dough up and continue to roll it into a long sheet.
.Repeat the previous round of rolling and rolling into a sheet again, three times in a row. Wrap the filling in the middle of the final dough sheet, close it and flatten it with the palm of your hand.
There is no need to add anything to the finished pancake, you just need to put it in the oven and wait for the fat and filling to blend.
Fifteen minutes, no more and no less, is the best time for the puff pastry to bake. Bai Yu opened the oven lid, put on insulation gloves and took out the baking pan. The suncake on the plate was golden in color, in the middle.
The layers of circles are really like a scorching red sun. The name of the sun cake is worthy of its name.
"It smells so good -" Bai Chen admired at the side. He has been eating this cake since he was a child, but every time he sees the freshly baked sun cake in the oven, he still gets excited.
Bai Yu laughed at him: "You haven't eaten enough yet?"
"My dad makes suncakes that no one with money can buy! Even if I eat them for the rest of my life, I won't be able to get enough of them!" Bai Chen knows how to flatter everyone, and he can talk sweet words like a lot of flowers.
"Okay, I'll make one for you every day from now on!" Looking at his son's bitter face after hearing this, Bai Yu laughed out loud, and then said, "Now, let the judges taste the characteristics of our Taiwan Province.
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Guan Shanyue smelled the sweet aroma of kumquats from afar. At first glance, he saw that they were suncakes produced by a master chef from Taiwan. In his memory, the last time he ate Taiwanese specialties, they were still sticky and sweet.
DeJi Ren's pineapple cake, the taste...
To put it mildly, if someone gives it to him next time, he will definitely stay away from it.
In an instant, the desire that he had just aroused by the scent of kumquats could not be extinguished. He fiddled with the plate without interest, and broke a small piece of cake into two pieces, then into four pieces.
Until it can't be broken apart.
I picked up the smallest piece and smelled it. The aroma was not that sweet, but mostly fruity. I tried licking it, and there was only a hint of sugar, so I threw it into my mouth with confidence.
The delicate pastry mixed with the aroma of butter slowly blooms in the mouth. The pastry explodes layer by layer with saliva, and the refreshing taste of kumquat comes along with it. The smooth texture and crisp fragrance overflow.