Xiao Yueyue has now learned to be cute in labor.

The most difficult thing to master is to be cute. If you can control the situation well, it is called cute, and if you can't control it well, it is called disgusting. Xiao Yueyue, who has been wandering between disgusting and cute for several years, can now be able to act cute like a cheap person, forming a special temperament of cute and cute.

Even when I was making Libaer balls, I still maintained my cuteness and low-key nature. I held a piece of pork belly that was half a palm-sized, and my little eyes were squinting. My dimples were full of a cheap smile. Every time I threw the pork belly hard on the washed stone slab, I would bit my finger and scream, "Oh my god, it's so cruel."

It's just a piece of dead pork, it's cruel. This guy is getting more and more aware of things.

When Zhou Dong walked into the yard, the pork belly had been smashed into a ball of meat paste. Teacher Guo was sitting in the thatched pavilion with a golden sword, wearing a pullover cotton shirt with a golden leopard pattern and wide-leg pants. He held a purple clay pot in his hand. He took a sip from time to time, but he did not forget to direct his apprentice: "Continue, don't stop! Teacher Huang, have you seen it? This is the authentic 'smashing meatball', one of the characteristics of Guo's cuisine!"

Zhou Dong nodded secretly, Lao Guo was really right, this was indeed an authentic meatball throwing.

These days he has also read various recipes and started to taste various delicacies in order to prepare for the opening of the "Zhou's Private Vegetables". Although he has never tasted this "smashed meatball" in person, he has a certain understanding.

There are not many "smashed meatballs" popular on the market now. Many of them are first cut into the filling and marinated with pork or beef and mutton. They only grab the meatballs into balls before they are formed and beat them symbolically. The meatballs made in the end cannot be called the real "smashed meatballs". The taste is more than ordinary fried meatballs, and the meatballs are actually not much better.

For authentic meatballs, you need to use a pound of pork belly to throw them on the ground. You can fall down hundreds of times to make them become a ball of meat paste that is fat and thin.

How much does it have to fall? One pound of pork belly will fall to eight taels!

This way, you can throw the neutralized fat into the lean meat, and at the same time throw the too greasy fat out. Only after the meatballs are made can the meaty and make the diners feel the cravings, but they will not feel fat.

Teacher Guo is a traditional old-school person. He said on the show that Guo Jiacai's meatballs were thrown out of a whole piece of pork belly. Now it seems that there is no exaggeration at all.

Xiao Yueyue was in trouble. As soon as the master arrived at the Mushroom House, he had to "challenge" Huang Xiaochu according to the program's script. The first dish he took out was to throw meatballs.

According to the master, you see that Teacher Huang cooks here every day, and he has long been "hidden" and we are a new force. Not to mention that his cooking skills may not be as good as your master. Even if he is a high-end chef, he will have to be exhausted if he wants to make this meatball.

He was exhausted and we guys won without a competition. How happy is this notice fee?

Xiao Yueyue stretched out his thumb with great admiration: "Master, you are still tall!"

"That's right, don't look at who I am, your master, go..."

"Oh, let's go and fall?"

"Isn't this nonsense? 'Since there is a disciple, why do you need a master to do it?'? Who made you my disciple?"

If you want to throw a ball of eight taels out, Xiao Yueyue probably will have to lose one pound of six taels of meat. After falling down more than a hundred times, he felt dizzy and dry mouth, and sweat was all over his eyes.

Xiao Yueyue is now very suspicious whether this meatball is made of pork or his own meat. No matter how you look at it, you lose more meat? But you don’t dare to complain to the master, so you can only throw it and scream. Oh, it’s so cruel. I said in my heart, ‘It’s too cruel, I’ve lost all my weight…’

Teacher Guo was drinking tea slowly and thinking to himself, fat boy, you should lose weight too. If you turn back, you will become the "Elephant Sun", can the audience tell who is the supporting actor and who is the funny actor? The master is all for your own good.

Teacher Huang muttered in his heart, the program team is so suffocating!

How good it would be to come from Taiwan as before, but when Lao Guo arrived, he insisted on arranging a "double cooking" project and had to make the same dishes. Now, Lao Guo got the "first advantage" and used his apprentice as a camel envoy. What should he do? He is over fifty years old, so can he also learn from Xiao Yueyue to be a coolie?

Zhou Dong pushed the door open and everyone in the yard was lit up. Teacher Huang, Teacher He, Teacher Guo, and Dahua quickly stood up and greeted Zhou Dong with a smile.

Although Teacher Guo was not tall and had a little short and slightly fat, his body was extremely smooth. He squeezed into Zhou Dong with a 'rue', stretched out his hands and said, "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, I am Guo Qigang. I am so happy to see the 'experts' in our field."

Zhou Dong looked at Guo Qigang with some caution, shook hands with him carefully and said, "I also like Teacher Guo's crosstalk very much. Well, Teacher Guo should not be a diligent person now, right?"

"Where can it be? I've been diligent in one day, and I've been diligent in this life. Besides, I really like this industry. Can I speak on the chopping board or on the stove? As long as I have the strength, just like you, Brother Zhou, I will be immediately respected as the "Huaxia King".

Unlike the crosstalk circle, everyone is looking forward to death and walking with you. The more powerful you are, the more others are looking forward to death!"

Teacher Huang laughed and said, "With your virtue, it's no wonder that people are looking forward to death.

Brother Zhou, don’t know. This guy wanted to bully me when he came to the mushroom house. He even chose this "smashed meatball" to compare with me. Do you think it’s annoying?

Isn’t this just trying to exhaust me? His apprentice has learned this and can help the master, but Dahua doesn’t... So Lao Guo, you are too bad, why don’t you die yet!”

Since I ate the moonlit night of Twenty-Four Bridges, the people in the Mushroom House now like and admire Zhou Dong, a young man. Teacher Huang also called Zhou Di last time.

"Brother Zhou, you have to help me this time. The audience of Twenty-Four Bridge Moon Night doesn't believe it was me, so it's different to throw meatballs. Look at me, who is old arms and legs, I really can't do this."

When Cheng Yuqi heard this, she stopped doing it and actually said to Teacher Huang: "No, Teacher Huang, aren't you using Zhou Xiaochu as a coolie?"

Teacher He smiled and said, "That's right, Lao Huang, you are not right, Yuqi feels sorry."

Cheng Yuqi stomped her feet and left, snatching the axe from Dahua's hand and competing with chopping firewood, and was not afraid that his delicate little hands would be called out.

Zhou Dong was also a little embarrassed and hurriedly took over the topic of Teacher Huang and said, "It is not necessarily as hard to throw meatballs as they seem. If you master the skills, you can make them relatively easy."

Since he knew that he wanted to have a "contest" with Guo Qigang, Zhou Dong must be prepared, so he took a nap in the car and entered the kitchen of Cai. Although he had never eaten Lao Guo's meatballs, he could still practice variously in the system. After a "one month" period, just talking about the method of throwing meatballs, he probably has mastered it.

As for the control of taste and heat, with Zhou Dong's basic skills and experience as a chef, you can know it after a few trials. After all, this "smashed meatballs" is not a meticulous and exquisite delicacy, and there is basically no challenge in the eyes of chefs of his level.

Teacher Huang laughed and said, "That's great, Brother Zhou, I'm all up to you! You have to show off your skills today and see if Lao Guo is still awesome?"

Guo Qigang looked at Zhou Dong and seemed to be interested: "Old Huang, don't say it, I'm really not afraid!

If you want to say that it is better to make pasta than Brother Zhou, but when it comes to this 'smashing meatballs'... all gentlemen, that's Sun Houer in my hand, you can just knead it as much as you want? Yue Yue, please shine aside and wait for your teacher!"

He also came from Tianjin cuisine and was a master. When he came to Kyoto, he not only brought a set of kitchenware to Fanzi Zhenmu, but he was afraid that if crosstalk could not support his life, he could still be a chef.

In addition, in recent years, it is definitely the only one in the crosstalk world. It has gradually developed the spirit of a master. I really want to compete with Zhou Dong, the "Huaxia King".

Teacher Yu frowned slightly when he heard this. Lao Guo is good at everything, but his mouth is a little damaged. Although this metaphor just now refers to "smashing meatballs", it also means to compare himself to the Buddha of Tathagata and Zhou Dong to Sun Wuzi. Otherwise, why would he always offend people?

Zhou Dong didn't think anything was there. There were only people in the mental hospital who spoke better than Guo Qigang. He saw more. As long as he was not sick, his ability to resist smashing was still very strong.

He just looked at Guo Shigang, who took the meat group from Xiao Yueyue and said, "Teacher Guo, no matter how the program team wrote it, I will not appear on the screen anyway. But the program belongs to the program, and the affairs between us belong to the affairs between us. Are we considered a 'fighting'?"

Guo Qigang was about to smash the meat ball with his hands, but he was stunned when he heard this: "Uh, Brother Zhou, you are right to say that."

"That's fine. Diligent practice and food are related to fame and fortune. I don't want any fame and fortune. But if I win, Teacher Guo, you have to promise me something."

"That depends on what's going on. Let's explain it clearly first. If you win, I have to give me a beautiful beauty, a young, beautiful and nice-talking kind, I have to refuse.

Anyone who knows me knows that I am just a gentleman and cannot tolerate such insults!”

Guo Qigang looked serious.

Teacher Yu took the words and waved his hand at Lao Guo: "Don't worry, it's not your turn to have such good things. Isn't there any more?"

"Oh, it's not my turn, then what am I doing?"

"You should understand yourself, you can continue to dream..."

Zhou Dong is really worried. He can't talk to these crosstalk actors. As he talks, he will make the building crooked for you.

"Uh, Teacher Guo, let's be serious."

"See what you said, when did I, Lao Guo, pass by? Just say it, what do you want to do if you win?"

"Simple, if I win, please ask Teacher Guo to unconditionally agree to taste the new dish I tried until I succeed."

Zhou Dong had seen it clearly. He had to say something to Lao Guo in advance for a "slip"; after all, not everyone has the courage to taste the sashimi of the large intestine, and it would be troublesome if this guy refused to eat it.

Teacher He laughed as soon as he heard this: "What do I say? Brother Zhou is kind. Shouldn't it be a reward to try Zhou's dishes?"

Teacher Huang looked at Guo Qigang with some fun, and he, the magician, seemed to smell a trace of danger.

Guo Xugang is very energetic and looks at Zhou Dong with a suspicious face: "Is it a dark dish that deliberately wants to cheat me, Lao Guo?"

Zhou Dong shook his head and said very seriously: "Teacher Guo can rest assured that I should prepare for this dish at least one week in advance, and it is really important to me."

"Oh, you have to prepare for a week in advance? That must be a great dish that is earth-shaking, but Brother Zhou, can you tell me the name of the dish?"

He has always been the one who cares about pits and buries. If there are too many people, he will naturally prevent being cheated.

Zhou Dong shook his head: "No, because I haven't figured out the name of this dish yet."

I will tell you the name of the dish in advance, so are you willing to eat it? Besides, I didn’t lie. Should this dish be called ‘Large Intestine Sashimi’ or ‘Pig Intestine Sashimi’? It’s really not decided...

Guo Qigang's eyes turned: "Okay, I agree to your name as the King of China Noodles! But if you want to beat my throwing balls, I'm afraid you have to work harder, brother!"

He was born in Qinxing, so he naturally knew what Zhou Dong's status is now in Qinxing. Such a high-end chef had to prepare new dishes that he had to cook a week in advance. How bad would it be?

Brother Zhou is kind and good at being a human being. He wants to make friends with Lao Guo. Okay, I have to give you this face!

After saying that, he smiled and threw the meat ball in his hand to the ground with a thud. Just now, Xiao Yueyue just put some stupid efforts on him first. In the middle and late stages, he, Master Guo, would have to control it.

Don’t underestimate the throwing of meatballs. The throwing method alone can cause shock, straight, straight, press, reverse, slant, throw, slip, walk, and set... more than a dozen types of things, and there are many ways inside.

Zhou Dong looked at Lao Guo's technique a few times, turned around and washed his hands by the well, nodded at Dahua and said, "Come on meat, you need regular pork belly."

"Okay!"

Dahua responded, picked out a piece of pork belly and threw it at Zhou Dong.

Zhou Dong's body was slightly tilted, and he picked up pork belly with his two fingers in his middle. At the same time, his palm was sinking, and he easily took the piece of meat into his hand. At the same time, white light spots secretly crossed out from his palm and merged into the meat.

"Sorry, Teacher Guo, I not only want to win this time, but also have to win your convincingness."

Zhou Dong flipped his palm, and the pork belly was attracted by centrifugal force and fell towards the ground. As soon as the meat left his palm, his palm pressed downwards. After chasing the pork belly, he patted it down hard. With a bang, the pork belly fell like a meteor, falling steadily towards the ground paved with stone slabs.

Guo Qigang secretly saw Zhou Dong's technique and frowned: "The word "Zhen"? This is strange. Could it be that the Chinese noodles king will also throw meatballs?"
Chapter completed!