Chapter 169 Impeccable soy milk

Author: Heart of Light and Darkness

Chapter 169 Impeccable soy milk

"The millstone does not make a harsh friction sound when it rotates, and the sound is low and rhythmic, which means that it is not a lucky thing for the bearded man to rank in the 36th place in the martial arts weapon spectrum.

It also shows that the control of his left and right hands has reached the pinnacle. The speed of pushing the grinder with his right hand and pulling the beans into a line with the left hand, and putting the material holes into a seamless way. When the soybeans enter the grinder, the amount of water wrapped in the outer layer is just right, and there is no need to be added later. In this way, the soybeans can first act with water under the action of the heat generated by the grinder when the grinder is milled, thus very much eliminating the bean smell of raw soybean milk."

No chef is a master of everything. Even a national cooking master like Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan, or even a genius who is rare in decades, who is a diligent genius like Cui Zhengshan, who is rare in decades, cannot be able to understand the technique of using millstones.

So they are just a little bit more likely to look at the basics and are amazed at the skillfulness of Cheng Dahun's techniques and sincere in their unemployment.

However, Zhouzhou is different. When Cheng Lin started to grind soy milk, he had already searched the two worlds of hand-grinding soy milk making methods. On the basis of seeking common ground while reserving differences and complementing each other's weaknesses, he spent another hundred points of insight.

At this moment, he only talks about grinding soy milk by hand, and he is already a master-level figure and a true expert in his knowledge of the tricks.

Cheng Lin didn't expect that he was facing a "god god". Zhou Zhou saw this thing clearly.

"If I talk about the technique alone, I am still not a match for this bearded man without obtaining a top-level recipe, but."

Zhou Zhou glanced at the fat man and Master Sun who were standing at Cheng Lin in a daze, and sighed in his heart: "I'm sorry, Master Cheng, I know it's a bit unfair, but who told me to win?"

With these two BUFF boys, even if his technique is not as delicate as Cheng Lin, he can still suppress the taste when the soy milk comes out. Although it is not delicious to fill it with +3, it is not much different. You can imagine what expressions the judges and Cheng Lin will have when they drink the ‘god-level’ soy milk.

"Advisor, start the pot and cook soy milk, add less water, and don't cook for too long."

This is a douche, not a dine-in for a dining car. It probably grinds five or six bowls of soy milk, Cheng Lin stopped.

He also felt that something was wrong. It would be fine for the judges to see it, but those surprised and admiring eyes would only make him more proud; but he always felt that Zhou Zhou's eyes were wrong, as if he wanted to see through his techniques. This feeling even seemed to be a woman's sixth sense.

Five or six bowls of soy milk are almost the same. Although the number of "judgments" seems to be a little larger, it is just for them to taste the taste. Cheng Lin is not ready to take care of it.

If it weren't for the purpose of competing with Zhouzhou, only Old Man Zhang would be qualified to drink the soy milk he grinded with all his skills. Even the famous Wu Jiushe was only half qualified.

Although Niu Yongren was a little stupid, he was good at boiling the soy milk of the master. He first heated the pot in empty pot. He waited until the temperature was about fifty degrees before pouring the soy milk he had collected. Then he immediately pressed the heat and stirred it slowly with chopsticks while slowly pouring the prepared cold boiled water into the pot.

"I am worthy of being Cheng Dahuzi's millstone and a master in the martial arts tracing. This soy milk is indeed very comparable."

Several judges exchanged gazes, and at this time they also saw that the pot of soy milk was extraordinary.

Generally, when making soy milk, it is important to use high heat to push it until it is almost boiling, and then change to low heat. This is to use a rapidly increasing temperature to force out the smell of beans. However, the soy milk that Cheng Lin grinds is different. There is no need to remove the fishy smell at all. Just use low heat.

This is because Cheng Lin's technique is obviously superior. Even the raw soy milk that has just been ground has not much bean smell. Therefore, you can give up the boiling process on high heat and fry it slowly over low heat. In this way, the soy milk cooked will definitely taste more delicate and sweet.

"Dear judges, the soy milk I grind from Lao Cheng never requires sugar and salt. Just eating the original flavor is the best. Please taste it."

Cheng Lin waved his hand and Niu Yong divided the pot of soy milk into more than a dozen bowls, each serving only half of it, and delivered it to the dining table outside.

"It just so happens that my old man has never liked to put sugar and salt in soy milk. Let's go, let's try Master Cheng's skills."

In fact, it doesn’t have to taste it. Experts can tell that the soy milk is not comparable to ordinary people when they smell it. Old Master Zhang Zhouxuan glanced at Zhouzhou and felt a little nervous.

‘Is it because I underestimated these people on the Qinxing Weapon Chart too much? Don’t backfire. What if Xiao Zhou loses, wouldn’t it be my old man’s fault?’

Cheng Lin looked at Zhouzhou with a smile: "Master Zhou, don't you go and try it?"

"Haha, I naturally have to taste the soy milk that Master Cheng grinded with his own hands."

Zhou Zhou laughed and followed the judges to the dining table outside.

A small bowl of soy milk was served in a small celadon bowl. Before he could see the color, Zhou Zhou just took a look and nodded secretly.

It's indeed a good craft.

This half bowl of soy milk is dark yellow in color, and the slurry is rich but not a trace of bean dregs. This is the benefit of cooking on low heat. Because the heat is even, the oil in the soy milk will not be lost in large quantities. Instead, it is perfectly integrated into the slurry during the slow cooking process of low heat. It not only keeps the taste of soy milk mellow, but also helps the plant protein to successfully convert into amino acids and adds a bit of fresh sweetness.

Zhou Zhou took a sip of soy milk gently. It was so hot, soft, fragrant, smooth, and the rich slurry even gently turned on the tip of his tongue before it spread out. Moreover, there was no sugar added, but the aftertaste was very fragrant and sweet, as if this was not soy milk, but milk!

"This is called soy milk."

Zhou Zhou nodded slightly. Even if Cheng Lin was his opponent at this moment, he had to admit that this was the most delicious soy milk he had ever drunk for others in two lives.

"It's incredible that you can actually eliminate the smell of beans by using your skillful means during the grinding stage."

Wu Jiushe, who has always been a 'venomous snake', turned out to be abnormal and praised Cheng Dahuru in front of Zhouzhou: "I have nothing to be picky about here. If I have to say that there is any problem, it is too few. It's only half a bowl, who are you fooling about?"

Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan also sighed repeatedly. Although he didn't want to admit it, he still nodded and said, "It seems that my old man was wrong. None of the characters in the diligent weapon chart are ordinary people."

"Senior bearded, you're so well-behaved, you probably belong to the year of the horse, right?"

Li Xueru held it in for a long time, and this time she finally reminded herself that she did not talk nonsense and hurt others.

"Hehe, this young lady is so interesting to speak. Why do you say that my master is a horse?"

Niu Yong looked at Li Xueru with some surprise, feeling that the channel she faced with this young lady, her tone of speaking was very similar to me?

Li Xueru replied without thinking: "Because there are no donkeys in the 12 zodiac signs.

Ah! Sorry, I'm sorry, senior bearded, I didn't say you are a donkey, I. I want to praise you, me, me."

How come you praise people like this?

Cheng Lin's face turned blue.
Chapter completed!