Pasta requires the most effort and takes longer than ordinary stir-fries. The two of them waited for more than ten minutes before seeing each type of pasta served.

Good guy, Shandong cuisine is Shandong cuisine. Regardless of the taste, the portion is definitely enough! Shen Cheng looked at the large plate of leek boxes piled up like a hill, and the purple sweet potato and plum blossom buns that weighed half a catty. The stack was half a foot thick.

Three-page pancakes and two big bowls of eggplant noodle soup, I felt seven points full at that time.

Two people? This is enough food for four people!

"Being a secular guest in an elegant country, you must eat pasta every time you are served..." Shen Cheng suddenly discovered that he could actually recite poetry? This was because he was suppressing it, right?

"Haha, Master Xiao Zhou, Master Cheng? I didn't expect you two to be so generous. They ordered all my specialty noodles!"

Behind the waitress came a greasy middle-aged fat man, wearing a top hat of a special second-level chef, with a smile on his face, and smelling of authentic wheat noodles. He was none other than Master Hu Dahai, the number one person in the Lu Chu Bai case.

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The more Hu Dahai thinks about it, the happier he is. What kind of place is this? 'Shiya Township'! Those who can walk into this room are all famous figures in the industry. In other words, people in this room can turn over their names.

', then isn't he the 'Royal Concubine'?

Who doesn’t know the name of Chef Xiao Zhou now in the Jiuzhou Dingshi Ganbaijian? When people come and order their own signature dishes without ordering anything else, this is tantamount to trying to save themselves! Hu Dahai has been working from the back kitchen all the way

She walks light and airy, and her figure of more than 180 kilograms actually looks like a lotus growing every step of the way. It's called enchanting.

"Old Hu, if I don't give you face, who else can I give it to? They are all the old people of Lu Chu."

Shen Cheng grinned, but he couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing.

"Haha, can you please use your chopsticks? Master Xiao Zhou, I have long heard that you are a genius in white cases. Can you give me some more advice?"

Hu Dahai was polite, but in his heart he had the idea of ​​testing Zhou Dong.

This young man has been in the limelight recently, and it is said that even the "Big Three" value him very much. I also quietly went to the breakfast department to taste it, and Goubuli and the secret egg pancake are indeed the best, like a miracle on the white table.

But so what?

China is the largest gourmet country in the world, with numerous cuisines and hundreds of thousands of dishes! Let’s just talk about Bai An. He, a master chef who has been working as a Bai An for thirty years, doesn’t even know how many varieties there are.

As a young man, he probably learned a few secret recipes from somewhere, right? His skills in Bai An are accumulated over time. How can he really become a master at his age? Besides, knowing how to cook does not necessarily mean knowing how to eat, Hu Dahai

I am still very confident in these pasta dishes.

Zhou Dong looked at Hu Dahai, nodded very seriously and said: "Well, don't worry, Master Hu, I will comment carefully."

"That's, that's..."

Hu Dahai sighed secretly, young people are young people, I just said a few polite words, do you really want to comment? Okay, I will see what truth you can say.

The master-level tasting was activated, and Zhou Dong immediately entered the 'venomous tongue' mode.

Chive boxes are the worst thing to do, so Zhou Dong planned to taste this noodle dish first.

The leek box is easy to say, but it is not easy to make it well. The main consideration is the chef's ability to control the oil temperature. If the oil temperature is too high, the outer skin will be crispy but the inner leek will be too raw and tender, and the leek will taste chewy.

, the smell is offensive to the nose; or the leeks inside are overripe and the outer skin has turned into black charcoal balls.

If the oil temperature is too low, the frying time will be extended. Not only will the skin lose its crispiness, but the leeks will also become stale and taste wrong.

Zhou Dong looked at the appearance and nodded slightly. After all, Master Hu is a senior chef in Bai'an. He has been able to stay in a five-star hotel for so long, which is not comparable to the wild street stalls outside.

This leek box is yellow and orange, especially the thick edge of the corners and the color of the "belly" are exactly the same. This skill requires a lot of skill, and it is difficult for ordinary white table masters to do it.

"It looks good. This leek box should be edible."

Zhou Dong murmured to himself.

"Master Xiao Zhou, this is..." Shen Cheng looked at Zhou Dong strangely, and Hu Dahai's face also changed slightly. Why does this sound awkward?

After taking a bite of the leek box, Zhou Dong frowned and put down his chopsticks, apparently not planning to take another bite.

"What's wrong, Master Xiao Zhou? Is there something wrong with the leek box?"

Hu Dahai really doesn't believe in evil. He is an old white case. He is no better than those academics nowadays. He is said to be a white case, but in fact he will be blinded when he encounters a frying pan.

The years he spent on the oil pan are no shorter than Zhou Dong’s age!

Moreover, this leek box has been blown up to the point where "the sky and the earth are one color, and the inside and outside are one". Not to mention the entire Jiangsu Province, how many people in Chudu City can do it? How can this also find faults?

Zhou Dong smiled faintly: "The older you get, the less courageous you are. Master Hu, I don't know if I say this, do you agree?

You must not recognize it, don't be anxious, listen to me slowly.

The most difficult thing about this box of leeks is to maintain their shape and color. Many chefs who have been doing it for many years will end up frying them because of poor control of the oil temperature. Either the color will be old or the color will be tender. This kind of thing is too much at a glance, so you don’t need to eat it.

Already..."

Shen Cheng couldn't help but look at Zhou Dong again. Master Zhou must have changed. His tone was so harsh. Could it be that he was ill?

Hu Dahai looked solemn, and he was obedient. Is there something in this young man's stomach?

"Master Hu, you are a veteran, so of course you won't make those mistakes. So you actually used a half-pressure method and deliberately controlled the oil temperature. Coupled with your many years of experience, this leek box can be fried well."

The degree of 'heaven and earth are one color'.

This is actually very difficult and very worthy of pride, so I am willing to take a bite.

But it’s just one bite…”

Zhou Dong said calmly: "Master Hu should know why I said this, right?

You are using the spring leeks that are in season, and they are probably the first to be cut. Such good leeks are fragrant and tender. If you use them to make leek boxes, they cannot be fried for a long time. They must be cooked as quickly as possible!

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! A real top chef will choose to fry the leeks over high heat in this case, so as to ensure that the leeks will not lose their fresh taste due to being heated for a long time.

But what about you? Maybe you don’t have full confidence in your craftsmanship, or maybe you are too obsessed with the appearance, so you actually chose the more secure pressure-frying method.

Although this can make up for the lack of craftsmanship, the taste of the leek box has been lost by at least 10%. In fact, it is a stealing method..."

"Good guy!"

Shen Cheng was a layman to these things, and he was confused by what he heard, but he saw sweat on Hu Dahai's head, and he was secretly surprised. When did Master Xiao Zhou become as vicious as the "Big Three"?

Hu Dahai smiled bitterly and said: "Master Xiao Zhou..."

He is an expert, so he naturally understands what Zhou Dong is talking about; let's talk about this leek box. The real top craftsmanship is to ensure that the outer skin is crispy and the inner filling is fresh and tender, and it can also achieve 'the same color of heaven and earth, the unity of inside and outside'.

But he could only take care of the latter, and there was still a lot to be done.

"Master Hu, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Zhou Dong waved his hand and said: "What I actually want to say is that your 'heaven and earth are one color, inside and outside are one' may seem like that, but in fact they are all false. No matter how good the appearance is, it must be matched with the perfect taste.

It makes sense, but I don’t know if what I said is right?”

As he spoke, he touched his mobile phone in his trouser pocket. Perfect dish washing allowed him to identify various ingredients, and master tasting allowed him to identify the chef's shortcomings. But jargon terms like 'Heaven and Earth are one color', then

You still have to rely on Du Niang, who had prepared enough homework just now while waiting for the food.

Hu Dahai was sweating profusely when he heard this: "Master Xiao Zhou, you have a good eye. I, Old Hu, have been embarrassed today."

"You can't say that. Aren't there three more types of pasta? I'll try the purple sweet potato and plum blossom buns again..."

Hu Dahai trembled when he heard this, "Oh my God, do you still want to taste it?"

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