Yokan originated in the Tang Dynasty of China and is a type of tea snack. In the Neon Kingdom, yokan is a raw fruit and is generally enjoyed with green tea. Green tea tea soup is cool and slightly bitter, so it is best paired with sweet and sweet yokan.
Takeda Dairo stirred the bean paste filling in the small pot, added a little vegetable oil, mixed the sugar, and sieved it on a fine gauze cloth.
The key to the delicious bean paste he made is that it is delicate. After the first pass of sifting, the large particles of bean dregs and bean skins were screened out, leaving the rough bean paste. After the bean paste was boiled again, the agar was added to melt,
Sieve it a second time so that the bean paste comes out with a fine, even and shiny texture.
Li Yi watched the old man in front of him meticulously add ingredients to the pot, and he still felt a hint of admiration. There was already a sweet aroma in the pot. This aroma was not particularly strong, but it was extremely attractive. It was like the harsh winter in the twelfth lunar month.
, the aroma of wintersweet that suddenly appears penetrates into your heart bit by bit.
He shook his head and saw Takeda Dairou taking out the solidified yokan. It had a moist luster and a translucent edge. It was obviously the most common style, but it also looked like a polished gem. It was round and bright in color.
"Xiao Yi, do you want to try it?" Takeda Dalang glanced at his eager eyes, his face softened a little, and he cut out a small piece with a plastic blade and motioned for him to try it.
The soft and chewy brown yokan trembled at his fingertips. Li Yi couldn't wait to put it into his mouth. The feeling of melting in his mouth instantly hit him. The dense texture instantly turned into a sweet spring, accompanied by the unique cold and astringent taste of beans.
, lingering in his mouth.
Taking another sip of the clear tea soup handed over by his assistant, the bitter taste immediately blended with the sweetness. This was a collision of freshness and elegance. The strong taste stimulated his taste buds, making him immersed in it and unable to extricate himself.
"How?" Takeda Dairo said, smiling and stepping forward.
Li Yi was still annoyed that he swallowed the food in his mouth too quickly, with a strange look on his face. He always thought that the yokan was delicious, but after the tea taste passed, there was a strange and special taste. Just when he wanted to think about it, this taste came again.
It disappeared instantly, and he raised his face: "Teacher Takeda, it's really delicious!"
"Hahahaha——" Takeda Dairo was amused by his slightly exaggerated expression, but he had seen this expression on many people's faces before, and they all showed enjoyment after eating the refreshments he made.
His expression was such that some people wanted to invite him to be his personal pastry chef at a high price.
Takeda's disciples also followed suit and flattered him. They had followed the old man for many years, so they naturally knew that at this moment, saying more nice things was the best way to please people.
Listening to the endless compliments, Takeda laughed so hard that he waved his hands and said: "Okay, everyone, get moving. Today is the battle of cakes. Let's use our unique skills to give China a good slap in the face.
!The Chinese pastry chef is Zhang Hua. He is the descendant of the Manchu-Han banquet and can make a lot of pastry styles. We must not only surpass them in terms of taste, but also win in terms of color and appearance. Do you understand?"
"Hi!" everyone was ordered, rolled up their sleeves and started working.
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Takeda had a good idea. Zhang Hua did want to make cakes for the Manchu-Han banquet. But he also made a mistake.
China is a vast territory, with more than one capital city and more than one Manchu and Han banquet. At this moment, Zhang Hua will work with several master chefs to recreate the grandest pastry market in China.
That’s right.
They are a group of people who are almost hundreds of years old in total. The last time they held a night market, they felt that it was not enough, so they actually wanted to create a market place in the Flower City thousands of miles away.
When Yu Jian first heard this idea, his pupils were shocked.
As the mouthpiece of the small boss, Fang Zilu expressed what everyone was thinking: "But the store provided by the organizer is only that big." Does the market have to be big? How can we get the porcelain work without such big diamonds?
Chu Liangwei chuckled: "Don't worry, I have already mentioned it to the organizer, and they agreed to remove all the fences at the door."
"There isn't even a street -"
Yu Jian calmed down and thought about the landforms around the store. Suddenly, something clicked in his mind. He immediately pulled out a piece of paper, took out a pen, and sketched out the lines: "Our next door is neon, in order to ensure the fairness of the competition.
Sex, we don't use their half. Taking the Huaxia store as the vertex, we extend it backwards and end at this position." She drew a small dot with the tip of her pen, and then circled a large circle.
"We put tables, chairs and stools on both sides, and a mobile cooking table in the middle, where we can sell finished products or bake them fresh. As for the inside of the store, it has been transformed into a high-end experience hall. The pastries made by Master Zhang Hua are from Gonglitou
, naturally we have to use the palace’s eating method..."
When she said this, the masters were all attracted to it. A few of them got together and changed a little here and a little there, and they actually made a prototype.
"Tsk, tsk - the little boss is really crazy... He can come up with such an idea. She can't possibly want..." Fang Zilu's mind turned and he had a crazy idea.
Yu Jian happened to look at him: "Yes, it's what you think."
Bai An's move was to catch the Neon Kingdom off guard, and also to make final preparations for the third battle. This kind of market creativity is not illegal, but it is very easy to be imitated. But Yu simply said that the Neon Kingdom imitated her.
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If we follow the traditional thinking of a food competition, the food produced is just one or two dishes, and the only people who can eat it are the few judges.
But Yu Jian didn't want to. This was the first time that China stood on the stage of the finals. She wanted to show the world how rich China's cuisine is and how exciting its food is.
And she will let the world see what China's heritage is on the third day!
If you fight, you must fight brilliantly!
And all of this, after final polishing, was placed directly in front of Andy and other judges. Today's jury, except for the dross, is composed of people who just watch the fun and don't mind the big deal. They immediately agreed to the proposal and even joined forces with the organizers.
The staff quietly arranged the venue overnight.
All this was noticed by Watanabe Murichi's spies, but when he wanted to talk to Watanabe about the atrocities, he couldn't even get through the phone. The man thought of the indifference he received every time he came into contact with Neon Country.
My attitude is, yes, I simply don’t care.
The masters who are currently preparing in the Huaxia shop are really energetic and gearing up, showing off their eighteen martial arts skills, eager to show off all their lifelong skills.
"Little boss," Fang Zilu stood behind her silently and gently tapped her shoulder. Yu Jian turned around in confusion.
I saw him holding out two thumbs, shaking them again and again, and grinning almost to the back of his teeth: "I really have you."
He could already imagine the expression on Takeda Dairou's face that he couldn't spit out the cake after eating it.
Really...
Just thinking about it makes me tremble with excitement!