Teacher Yu frowned and said, "Lao Cheng, why are you staring at Brother Zhou? Just like a rooster who wants to fight?"

The chef has a very tough temper, and Master Cheng is even more tempered after he has stepped back. If other diners dare to say this, they can knock over the pot of tofu on the spot and drive the guests out. They will no longer do this business. Teacher Yu is not afraid of this. Lao Cheng has no other hobbies. Usually, he is not apart from walking dogs and teasing cats and holding birds, his favorite thing is to listen to his crosstalk.

Guo Qigang is actually thinking too much. Master Cheng has said more than once that if he didn’t have Teacher Yu’s supporting role, he might not even like to listen to Teacher Guo’s crosstalk. This is a fan of Teacher Yu!

Nowadays, the little girl who chases stars will call her "husband" when she sees top-notch meat. She is different from her. When she is excited, she likes to call her men on the stage! ‘Men, I want it!’ She is excited and she likes to throw delicious food on the stage. Deyu Society has received a lot of dried fruit candied fruits thrown by him. Every time Fatty Sun sees Master Cheng appearing in the audience, she is so excited.

Teacher Yu was also straightforward to this kind of loyal fan. He didn't want to invite Brother Zhou to have a mahjongfu and had a "test" meal, otherwise he would be very embarrassed.

Zhou Dong hurriedly said: "Teacher Yu, don't get me wrong. There are also some specialties in eating mahjongfu. Master Cheng should not be intentionally trying to test me, but I'm just curious whether I, a young man, knows how to eat it. Am I right? Cheng?"

"Haha, Chef Zhou is a sensible person.

If you are all internationally award-winning people and a young master who is diligent in China, what qualifications do I have to compare with you?

However, my ma tofu is one of the old foods in Kyoto after all. I still have some old rituals to pay attention to when eating it. I am actually just curious. I feel that it would be a pity if Chef Zhou didn’t know."

Master Cheng nodded with a smile, but Zhou Dong was embarrassed to reveal his thoughts.

"Although this macao tofu has been improved by Master Zhou Ruming and Zhou, the taste is not as strange as bean juice. Locals applaud and outsiders scold them, the ingredients are actually very domineering."

Zhou Dong smiled and said, "So if you are not an old customer who has been enjoying this food all year round, there should be a process for eating this food, first of all, look at the color, and then smell the taste..."

As he said that, he picked up a public spoon, picked up another thin white porcelain bowl, and took two spoons of macao tofu from the pot and into the bowl. Because the spoon was not big, he only took two spoons. The macao tofu did not completely fill the bowl body, and most of them stood on the bottom of the bowl and piled up straight, but they did not lean against the wall of the bowl on all sides.

"This is different from eating fried noodles. It is important to keep the maw tofu on all sides after it is put into the bowl, and it is also necessary to use this kind of bowl with good light transmission, delicate white porcelain, and thick-walled old sea bowls.

Zhou Dong held up the white porcelain bowl with his hands and welcomed the noon sunshine.

The wall of the bowl is so thin that it is shining through the sun. It is reflected on the tofu. The gray-green one is the tofu, the white one is the oil on the tail of the sheep, the emerald green one is the newly pickled snow-covered leek, and the purple-green one is the 'pheasant neck' leek that is intertwined with purple and green colors. This bowl of tofu with gray and chaotic autumn colors was immediately enhanced, and people's sense of expectation increased.

Then Zhou Dong walked on his nose with a white porcelain bowl, sucked and sniffed slowly, and had a look of enjoyment: "Color, fragrance, and taste are the three major elements of my Chinese cuisine, but it must be fully displayed. First, it depends on the chef's skill, and second, it depends on the discovery and even discovery of diners.

Therefore, people who really know how to eat can always create enough atmosphere for eating, enhance their color and make their taste wonderful.

The appearance of ma tofu is not good, and because of the domineering ingredients, the taste is actually a bit strange. If it weren’t for the old Kyoto people who were fond of this, they really needed a process of adaptation. If I watched it first and then sniffed it, I could add a third of the appearance to it, and it was also a process of accepting the taste of it."

"Uh... Lao Zhou, why didn't you say it earlier? I... I've eaten three bowls."

Shang Qingxiong stared at Zhou Dong with a confused look on his face.

He held a dirty white porcelain bowl in his hand, and there was some tofu on the wall. He became the master and Zhou Dong for a while, and he had already done three bowls.

Looking back at this moment, I realized that the appearance of this tofu seems to be really not very good, and the taste is a bit strange, but it is quite full. Master Cheng said nothing wrong. This thing can be used as both a dish and a meal.

Several strange gazes looked at him at the same time, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little solemn.

"Uh, why are you watching me like this? I...I'm really hungry."

Master Shang felt very embarrassed and embarrassed.

"If you are hungry, you will inevitably feel ashamed of the food, but everything can still be remedied." Zhou Dong said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, let's remedy, let's remedy."

"Ma Tofu has never been a precious palace dish, it is a real food for civilians. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a food for poor people."

Zhou Dong gently turned the white porcelain thin bowl in his hand and smiled, "But do civilians not have the way to fully enjoy the food?

This food may be a bit cheaper, but the method of making is not simple at all. The recipe for refining sheep tail oil is the most important thing. The temperature is to be marinated and tasted, and it must be kept fresh green. It must not be marinated for a long time. The "pheasant neck" is best to be newly picked, and the leaves and bottom roots must be removed. Isn't the ingredients considered a waste?

This delicacy is 'bad', but it also has its character requirements. It is born to be a 'noble' among civilian foods! It is also one of the few delicacies among civilian foods that can have 'make' before eating them!"

"Old Zhou said it very well..."

Shang Qingxiong gradually became engrossed in his ears and couldn't help but nod.

Teacher Guo Yu and Master Cheng also looked at each other and smiled. Master Cheng applauded softly: "Chef Zhou is worthy of being my young master of diligent Chinese history. He is indeed a wonderful person!"

Zhou Dong said so much, but in fact he was just one sentence.

'The food for the poor is also big. Who says that eating expensive palace dishes can only be used to pretend to be x when the rich are having a banquet? The poor can also experience the fun of pretending to be x when eating a tofu.'

In fact, there is no one in this yard who is poor and ordinary, but they all feel it. The reason is that Zhou Dong used this mash tofu to demonstrate the fairness in the food.

In the face of delicious food, the poor, the rich and the noble are all fair.

Even if you can't afford to eat delicacies, you can still be in it. At this time, who can say that the tofu from the real Siyanjing is worse than those delicacies?

The two teachers Guo Yu and Shang Qingxiong followed Zhou Dong's appearance and held up the white porcelain bowl filled with tofu at the same time. They watched the sun and sniffed the nose. Sure enough, they had a new feeling.

Zhou Dong smiled politely at Master Cheng, gently picked up a chopstick of mahjong tofu and sent it to his mouth to taste it carefully.

It is indeed the true legend of the true Siyan Jingma Tofu!

Master Cheng’s tofu is not like the ordinary product given by the system information. Although it is also made of mung beans, it is only sour but not astringent. When you just feel the sour smell, the properly refined sheep tail oil has already exploded in your mouth, and a slight smell of oil begins to flow on the tip of your tongue.

No one likes to eat oil. Although sheep oil is high-end, it is still mutton after all, so sheep tail oil is absolutely impossible to use to fry fried dough sticks and fried vegetables boxes. If you eat it, you will scold your mother. However, everything in the world is really mutually beneficial. As soon as the sheep oil in the oil formula came out, it was immediately absorbed by ma tofu. At this time, the natural sour aroma of ma tofu became the best neutralizer, diluting the mutton smell of ma tofu and even producing a wonderful chemical change. The aftertaste is not only not sour or mutton, but it becomes fresh and delicious.

"The taste has really changed?"

Shang Qingxiong looked at Zhou Dong in surprise. Although he had eaten three bowls of food just now, he clearly felt that the tofu was still a bit sour and scented. Unexpectedly, by imitating Lao Zhou's appearance, the taste of this tofu could improve.

This is so amazing!
Chapter completed!