Chapter 301 Eight Treasures and Eight Treasures (1)
"Teacher Takeda, we don't have that many." Li Yi's voice was clear, and he pointed out the problem he faced in one word, "Teacher Watanabe..."
Takeda Dairo's voice was louder than his, obviously filled with anger that could not be dissipated, "Does he dare to come?!"
Li Yi secretly curled his lips. The gap between the two people is probably getting wider and wider.
The entrance to the Neon Restaurant instantly became a mess.
Fang Zilu bit into the fried dumplings that had just come out of the pan and looked at the neon team who were as confused as a paste with relish. As the little boss expected, the market model can be easily copied, as long as the neon country finds out
Unable to shake it, it will definitely follow the example of China.
But the layout of the market does not happen overnight.
Last night, Huaxia was divided into two teams. Master Zhang Hua took the main force to rest, and the little boss took him and a group of staff to assemble the props, and even came here to simulate it on the spot.
It took them one night to complete such a large amount of work. It was simply impossible for Neon Country to completely replicate it in a short period of time.
He laughed twice, threw the remaining half of the dumpling into his mouth, patted the oil crumbs on his hands, and turned his head handsomely.
He has to learn how to make pastry from the little boss. This is the most important thing.
In fact, when it comes to yokan, judging from ancient books, it is really a food that contains both "sheep" and "gen". In the Tang Dynasty, yokan was stewed with mutton to form a rich soup. However, it was later spread with the Chinese culture.
After entering Nihong, the monks did not eat meat, so they changed their meat diet to vegetarian food and made yokan.
However, when modern people talk about yokan, the first thing they think of is neon. They never thought that these foods were actually popular in China from the very beginning.
What Yu Jian makes is similar to yokan, but not yokan. This is a pastry modified from the mutton liver cake of the Tang Dynasty. It is called Bazhen Bazang. As the name suggests, it is made with eight different ingredients and tastes different.
The meat is plump and has the moistness of vegetarian food.
The eight ingredients are pig, beef, sheep, chicken, duck, goose, fish and shrimp, as well as sweet red bean paste.
"Fang Zilu——" she shouted.
Fang Zilu turned around and asked, "What are your orders?"
Yu Jian pointed at the ingredients on the table, "Mash them all into a paste, so that they become sticky to your hands."
"Okay!" Fang Zilu agreed.
etc--
all???
He swallowed, looked at her in disbelief, and asked her with a broken trembling voice: "Little boss, you mean...all of them?"
Yu Jian nodded solemnly: "All."
Fang Zilu's high-spirited fighting spirit collapsed in an instant. He sighed loudly and picked up the kitchen knife resignedly. This was four big pots full of meat. He would have to wait until the end of the year to finish it?
In fact, the task Yu Jian gave him was only a small part. The processing of ingredients is the most critical aspect of Bazhen Bazang. The fish, meat and shrimp that are easier to handle are all handed over to Fang Zilu. She picked up the remaining chicken, duck and goose, and the tip of the knife in her hand
With a quick stroke, a set of smooth bone-removing and meat-removing techniques can be seen at a glance.
On the other side of the screen, the judges were so shocked that they almost dropped the fried dumplings in their mouths. How old is this little girl? How can she be so good at her skills?
Then he chewed the fried dumplings in his mouth. They were juicy, tender and soft, and they were dipped in some Chinese fragrant sour vinegar. As expected, only delicious food can suppress the shock.
"It doesn't look like what she's making is yokan?" The judges from the kimchi country were confused. Judging from the action of the little girl boiling bean paste just now, it was clearly the step of making yokan, but now she has started to deal with meaty meat, which is terrible
Completely out of his scope of knowledge, he could only learn from the head judge with the most experience in the room.
Andy had never seen such a huge effort. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't find anything similar from his memory, so he could only spread his hands.
"Dong dong dong."
"Da da da."
The melodious and rhythmic beating sound surrounded the entire restaurant. The steamed bun business slowed down at noon when the sun was shining brightly. Chef Lai happened to have time to come in for a rest, and saw Fang Zilu with a bitter look on his face.
Sitting in front of him holding a cup and supervising him: "Here, the knocking is not even! Hey, please be careful!"
Fang Zilu endured the destruction of the ingredients in his hands while enduring the tireless encouragement from Chef Lai. His whole body was like a sapling in the strong wind, secretly messy.
After three full hours, just when Fang Zilu felt that his hands were about to break in the next second, he finally completed all the tasks with quality and quantity. He fell down on the chair and looked at the hands whose muscles were beating on their own.
Tears welled up.
Chef Lai patted him on the shoulder, with approval in his eyes: "Young man, you have a bright future -" The work of the kitchen is boring and boring. How many apprentices are like today, repeating the same tasks of chopping meat, beating or shaking spoons?
Many people couldn't bear the loneliness and left, and more people felt it was hard and gave up. But there were still some people who gritted their teeth, sweated, and persisted until the end with a lot of energy.
These people are all good people.
Fang Zilu was so tired that he lay on the table and breathed heavily. When he saw Yu Jian still carrying out the next step like a normal person, his eyes widened: "Little boss, are you Superman?" He pointed at that place with his eyes.
With thin and weak hands, "Are your hands not sore?"
Yu Jian lowered her eyelashes, smiled silently, made a circle with her wrist, and sprinkled a piece of fine white sweet potato flour: "It's okay."
If he knew that she had been pounding the minced meat for six hours non-stop, he would know that these two or three hours now were nothing.
The beaten meat paste is sprinkled with sweet potato flour and needs to be beaten again until it becomes as thin as a cicada's wings and brightly colored silk flakes.
When Fang Zilu saw Yu Jian lifting the small stick again, he stood up with a bang and immediately urinated. This made Chef Lai burst into laughter and wanted to take over, but Yu Jian stopped him again.
"I'll do it," she said, her voice soft but firm.
The judges looked through the monitoring screen and watched the once lumpy meat turn into flakes, and then watched the flakes pile up layer by layer, staggered with red and white, and finally attached bean paste, cut into small rectangular pieces and put them in.
Inside the steamer.
There was not even a sound in the entire judging room.
"puff--"
Suddenly there was another sound of frustration, and the Kimchi Country judges looked for the sound. They saw a Maple Leaf Country judge twisting his hips, quickly leaving his seat, opening the door in one breath, and rushing to the bathroom.
Oops——
I actually ate so much that I couldn’t hold back my bowel movements——
Andy pinched his eyebrows quietly. There were indeed fewer people with bad intentions in this team, but... why are there all such foodies here? For example, the Maple Leaf Country judges who just left had been eating pan-fried buns all morning.
From the beef buns to the fine sand buns, I even asked people to buy fried dumplings, and my mouth didn't stop——
And the judge from the Kimchi Country, seeing that he was in good shape and eating less than the judges from the Maple Leaf Country, was actually drooling over the unripe pastries in the steamer, and he wished he could go there himself.
I watched it while eating.
Why?
Eat and watch!
Andy's eyes lit up instantly, why hadn't he thought of it earlier?