Chapter 86: Experts are all sympathetic to each other
Chapter 86 Masters all cherish each other
Ever since she drank the yellow croaker soup made by Tang Yuan, Yu Jian had a slight change in her view of him.
Is the stinky fart real or still stinky, but I still have some skills in cooking. At least Yu Jian feels that it is much better than Wang De of Jin Fulou.
Therefore, the masters are sympathetic to each other. We are all neighbors, and we can see each other when we raise our heads but not when we look down. If the friendship is hurt by an inconsequential game, then the gains outweigh the losses.
The most important thing is that Wang Ke sent him a remittance slip, and the amount of money that was stolen from him was almost equivalent to the three-year tuition and living expenses of ten poor students.
There was a flash of guilt in Yu Jian's heart, but not much. When she saw Tang Yuan again, she was not so resistant.
Although the showdown between Chinese and Western food has come to an end, it still caused an uproar on the Internet. Most of the young people who worship foreigners criticized the old-fashioned Chinese food, but they were slapped in the face by more Chinese people with the facts.
So a heated discussion began around the topic of whether Chinese food is better or Western food. In the end, the public opinion was right, and the mother-in-law was right. Everyone unanimously decided to let the organizer hold another final. This time there must be a winner.
Indistinguishable.
Tang Jingling smiled crookedly in the office. This was originally her plan. Things like eating are what the people want, but it is difficult to agree with everyone. There is no absolute good or bad.
So this yellow croaker dispute just piqued the audience's interest and laid the foundation for the next project.
Moreover, she just got the approval plan from her boss, and she will continue to work on this IP with sufficient funds. This means that in the near future, she can make a show on her own between Chinese and Western food.
The good news was that she wanted to share it with her husband as soon as possible.
"Husband, I have good news for you..."
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The biggest impact of this showdown on Yu's restaurant is probably that there are more customers, and those who can't get a spot in the queue simply wait at the door. Maybe someone can cancel and get a spot?
Together, the two Yu brothers decided to stop making reservations before the Mid-Autumn Festival as a way of giving back to their customers, and then resume the previous system after the Mid-Autumn Festival.
"Hello, I would like to order the water shield and yellow croaker soup from the Chinese-Western competition." Lin Fengxu brought his tutor to dinner this time, and wanted him to try whether the fish soup, which is a replica of Tang cuisine, is authentic or not.
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Guan Shanyue is a professor in the History Department of Beijing University and a well-known history doctoral supervisor. In the past two years, his research has been devoted to the study of people's livelihood issues in the history of the Tang and Song Dynasties. Food is one of the most important aspects.
Here comes another one! The waiter secretly complained in his heart, with an apologetic smile on his face: "I'm sorry, the water shield is not so fresh this season, and this dish has been taken off the shelves. But we have new yellow croaker noodles, do you want to try it?
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"That's it..." Lin Fengxu muttered, and just when he was about to refuse, the teacher said, "Give us one."
It is still a wild large yellow croaker from Raoxiang. At this moment, the fins are cut off, the tip of the knife is inserted from the back of the fish, and slowly pushed forward from the tail, a complete fish fillet is taken out.
To say that this yellow croaker noodle is a dish, rather than a staple food, Yu Jian got the inspiration from the yellow croaker soup in Western food.
Jiangsu and Zhejiang have been a land of fish and rice since ancient times. People in Wudi love fresh food, so cooking whole fish is naturally the most popular. Separate the fish head and fish bones, add sliced ginger and green onion, fry until golden brown, add Huadiao wine over high heat, and then add a bowl of chicken
Cook the antler clear soup over high heat until it is milky white, season and strain out the soup. Fry the fish fillets on both sides over medium heat, then pour the soup layer by layer.
In the blue and white porcelain soup basin, there are two golden fish fillets on the snow-white Yangchun noodles. The noodle soup is steaming milky yellow. When you smell it again, there seems to be a hint of Biluochun tea fragrance.
Guan Shanyue is an authentic native of Sioux City. He has eaten not a hundred bowls of small yellow croaker noodles, but dozens of bowls are more than enough. This is the first time he has seen this yellow croaker noodles with the aroma of tea.
"Teacher, would you like to try it?" Lin Fengxu had already divided the noodles, put a large piece of fish head on the noodles, and handed them to Guan Shanyue.
Guan Shanyue silently took a mouthful of soup first. It was rich and sweet, with the aroma of chicken and the flavor of fish bones. Then he took a mouthful of yellow croaker steak. The yellow croaker meat was so tender that it melted in your mouth. Finally, he took a mouthful of slender Yangchun noodles.
, this mouthful made his eyes widen...
This noodle... actually has the slightly bitter taste of tea... No, that's not how it is eaten. Guan Shanyue immediately changed a large spoon, used the soup as the base, a roll of dough, a piece of fish, and put a big mouthful into his mouth.
It has a full gelatinous texture and a sweet aftertaste. You only smell the aroma of tea, and you can't taste any bitterness at all.
He finished a bowl of yellow croaker noodles in silence, full of curiosity about the chef. He wanted to see what kind of exquisite mind could make the fantastic taste here.
"Little boss, someone is looking for you!" the waiter grabbed the door curtain and shouted inside. Since the game ended, everyone in the restaurant had a heartfelt sense of awe towards Yu Jian. It turns out that the little boss is the greatest god among the great gods.
"Okay, I'll do it." Yu Jian replied softly, and the knife in her hand accurately cut across the back of the fish. In an instant, the fish meat was divided into two. The waiter felt that it took only a blink of an eye, why was it still intact just now?
One fish becomes two pieces??
"What?! Are you the chef who makes yellow croaker noodles?" Guan Shanyue lost her expression and looked at the girl in front of her in disbelief.
If the chef doesn't come out, there's no need to call a little girl to fool him, right? Guan Shanyue suddenly lost a good impression of this restaurant.
Yu Jian looked at him neither humble nor arrogant: "I am."
Lin Fengxu had met Yu Jian and pulled Guan Shanyue to whisper a few words. Guan Shanyue's eyes fell on Yu Jian from time to time as the two of them talked. In the end, although he reluctantly believed it, he was still slightly suspicious.
"Little boss, I'm Lin Fengxu. The water shield and yellow croaker soup you made is really delicious!" The moment he extended his hand, he didn't forget to praise it again.
With a smile on her lips, Yu Jian held his hand and said, "Thank you." After only a second, she let go.
The palms of his hands seemed to be lightly caressed by the spring breeze, or scratched by willow catkins. First there was a sense of warmth, and then there was an itch that spread from the palms of his hands to his heart.
The little boss's smile is so beautiful! It's like a lady in an ink painting, with an unusual elegance all over her body. Lin Fengxu's expression gradually began to waver...
"Old gentleman, is there something wrong with the yellow croaker noodles?" Yu Jian looked into Guan Shanyue's eyes again and asked.
Guan Shanyue rolled his eyes, stroked his drooping beard, pointed at the noodle bowl with only a thin layer of soup left, and said angrily: "It doesn't taste good! I don't think it tastes good at all! This taste
, not even as good as one-tenth of the Lantingxuan next door..."
Lin Fengxu's eyes widened in astonishment. He...he...what was his teacher talking about? He almost drank up the soup basin. He said that the noodles made by others are not delicious???Who can come and give it to him?