Abnormal Food Article

Chapter 108 Strike

Zheng Siyuan is an activist.

Chen Yingjun is also an activist.

The two action groups met at Yunzhong Canteen on the second day.

The house that Zheng Da bought for Zheng Siyuan in the neighborhood next door was well-decorated. You only need to carry your luggage and move in. After Zheng Siyuan packed up his new home, he went directly to Yunzhong Canteen to find Qin Huai.

Not to go to work, but to ask what Qin Huai's so-called big order is. WeChat didn't make it clear. By the way, I also wanted to help Huang Shengli and Zheng Da see how good Qin Huai's on-site cooking was.

When Zheng Siyuan arrived, Chen Yingjun, Chen Huihong and Qin Huai were gathering at a table to drink broth. There were no chatting uncles and aunties in the cafeteria. Everyone knew that Qin Huai had to talk about business today and went back.

"Siyuan, you're here." Seeing Zheng Siyuan coming, Qin Huai stood up quickly, "Shall I get you a bowl of soup?"

Zheng Siyuan nodded, Qin Huai went to the kitchen to serve soup, and Chen Huihong greeted Zheng Siyuan warmly.

"Master Zheng, long time no see. I couldn't believe it when Xiao Qin said you were coming over for communication. Everyone is waiting for you to come over again, Master Zheng! This is my brother, Chen Yingjun. If you don't mind calling him Jun, That’s fine, brother.”

Chen Yingjun stood up immediately: "Little Master Zheng, I am your loyal fan! I asked my assistant to make a special trip to buy your pastry shop in Suzhou. I don't know if you have any impression. I asked him to buy 40 kilograms of pastries at one time. cake!"

Zheng Siyuan:…

"I'm impressed." Zheng Siyuan nodded with difficulty.

It's hard not to be impressed.

The three of them exchanged pleasantries. Chen Huihong, as the intermediary, briefly introduced the details of the big order. Qin Huai came to the table with soup stock.

Zheng Siyuan picked up the soup, stirred it with a spoon first, as if to check whether the soup was clear, and then took a sip.

"Your heat has really improved a lot. This soup actually tastes better than it looks in the video." Zheng Siyuan is always generous with his praise. "The foam is skimmed off very cleanly, but the fire time is a little long, so the soup It’s not clear enough. Even if it’s not clear soup, the cleanliness of the soup is one of the key factors that determines the texture and taste.”

"But it's much better than the chicken soup you made before."

Chen Yingjun was a little confused, obviously not understanding why Master Zheng started teaching as soon as he drank the soup.

Zheng Siyuan simply said a few words, put down the bowl and looked at Chen Yingjun with a serious face: "Mr. Chen, I understood your request just now. I would like to ask, do you have any specific requirements for the dim sum in the third-tier dim sum gift box? ?”

"No, I fully believe in the craftsmanship of Master Xiao Zheng and Master Xiao Qin." Chen Yingjun almost wrote the words "I am a rare good Party A" on his face.

"Since there are three levels of gift boxes, how about the lowest-end gift box with basic snacks, the mid-range one with lotus cakes, and the high-end one with noodles and fruits?" Zheng Siyuan suggested.

"Mianguoer?" Chen Yingjun's face showed the same confusion as Chen Huihong's yesterday.

"A kind of snack, there are many shapes, I just want to make it today. If you don't mind, you can wait here for a few hours, but the noodles I know are the most basic ones."

"Today... let's make apples." Zheng Siyuan was ready to start working, proving with practical actions that he is indeed an activist.

Chen Yingjun looked at Chen Huihong in confusion. Chen Huihong gave him a look that said don't ask, just wait and eat later. Otherwise, why would I ask you to come here today?

Chen Yingjun understood.

The two moved their chairs to the window and watched from outside. Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan changed their clothes and went into the kitchen to start working.

Qin Huai has all the ingredients ready. Zheng Siyuan made a list for Qin Huai last night.

Zheng Siyuan began to knead the dough, and Qin Huai moved a small bench to sit on the edge and watch.

"To be honest, I really don't recommend you to learn to eat noodles now." Zheng Siyuan said, "If Luoluo wants to eat it, I will make it for her a few times. After she eats it, she will find that noodles are just like this. The novelty will wear off soon."

"Ah, aren't the noodles delicious?" Qin Huai was shocked.

"It's not that it's not delicious, it's that my dad and I didn't cook well." Zheng Siyuan said.

The dough quickly formed under his hands. He kneaded the dough vigorously and repeatedly with skillful techniques. He kneaded more than kneaded. You could tell at a glance that it was a fixed process.

"Mianguo requires imagination." Zheng Siyuan said.

"I know, you said it yesterday." Qin Huai nodded, "Its shape is changeable. How delicate and beautiful it can be depends mainly on the chef's imagination and artistic aesthetic."

"It's not just the shape." Zheng Siyuan shook his head, "It's the same with the taste. Whether the noodle fruit tastes amazing or not actually tests the chef's imagination."

Qin Huai:?

“Take the simplest apple as an example. A successful noodle fruit looks like an apple at first glance, and looks like an apple when cut into pieces. It tastes like apples and smells like apples. Qualified.”

"But the appearance can be reproduced easily, and the fragrance can be achieved, but the taste is difficult to guarantee."

"If you want the apple dough to have an apple flavor, you have to mix apple puree or apple juice into the dough. But will the apple puree still taste like apple after steaming?"

"Can the filling made by simply kneading apples into the dough and cutting it with a knife be the same color as the inside of the apple?"

"If you use traditional date paste filling, what does it have to do with apples?"

"The same is true for apples, the same is true for bananas, and the same is true for walnuts. Not to mention kiwis, peaches, and lychees..."

"For traditional fruits and vegetables, the taste is a challenge."

"The more difficult part is that green bamboos announce spring, phoenixes fly into the sky, and fish leap over the dragon's gate. How do you make the noodles taste like fish? What should the phoenix taste like? How can you make such noodles taste reasonable and amazing to diners? It all depends on the chef’s imagination and creativity.”

"So I said that my dad and I can't do noodles well. We can only follow the formula left by our master. What my master did, that's how my dad did it. What my dad did, that's how I did it." of."

"In Master Huang's words, if a master can only pass down his skills from one generation to another in this way, then each generation will definitely be inferior to the last. More and more skills will be lost, and eventually the master will decline."

Qin Huai was already a little confused.

It's over the top, this is completely over the top.

Such profound things are not what a wild man like him should think about.

"Even if the chef is skilled in the formula, it is difficult for the chef to control the swelling degree of the dough during the distillation process. In addition, in order to better shape the dough, the dough will be kneaded slightly harder, which will affect the taste. Whether it can be used in the subsequent production process Making up for it also tests the chef’s imagination.”

"According to the formula left by our master, the filling of our apple noodle fruit is date paste mixed with yam paste and apple juice. It can taste the apple without affecting the overall taste."

Zheng Siyuan started mixing the stuffing.

"Normally speaking, if you want to recreate the taste of jujube noodles, it's easiest to just fill it with jujube paste."

Qin Huai said he had learned it.

After the filling was finished, Zheng Siyuan pulled the dough into small balls, rolled it into a thick crust, and began to fill it with filling.

Not only did he make the dough himself, he also gave half of the dough to Qin Huai.

"Wrap it round and make it into the shape of an apple. You can imagine it by yourself and make it into what you think an apple looks like." Zheng Siyuan said, "If you want to practice your skills, simply wrapping it is quite useful. ”

Qin Huai took the dough and realized for the first time that he really had no imagination.

Hey, what do apples look like?

Round. Round?

Seeing Qin Huai holding the dough in confusion, Zheng Siyuan smiled and demonstrated one in front of him.

Without using any additional tools, you only need to use your right hand to simply knead and roll the dough, then use your little finger to poke two points and shape it slightly, and a small dough that does not look very much like an apple is born.

"Whether the dough before steaming will turn out as expected after steaming does not require imagination, it just depends on experience."

Qin Huai followed suit, kneading and rolling the package, and poked two points with his little finger to slightly shape it.

A dough that doesn't look like an apple, but looks like the little dough Zheng Siyuan just made, is born.

Zheng Siyuan:?

The two continued to pack.

During the process, Zheng Siyuan also took the time to take out the apple stalk. It can be said that the details were done very well.

Steam in a pot.

Qin Huai was still standing by the pot, paying close attention to the movement of the dough in the pot.

Zheng Siyuan stood at the side and looked at Qin Huai with a complicated expression.

"Have you really...never learned it before?" Zheng Siyuan wanted to doubt his life.

"No, I didn't know what Mianguoer was before. I only learned about it when I read novels in college."

Zheng Siyuan is a bit autistic.

He kind of wanted to book a flight back, but the pastry shop hadn't started to be renovated yet.

"Do you know how long it takes for a normal chef to practice his techniques, even if he is imitating others?"

"How long?" Qin Huai asked curiously.

"2~3 years."

Zheng Siyuan looked at Qin Huai without saying a word.

But it seems you only took 2 to 3 minutes.

Although he is not a beginner, he does not look like a beginner at all.

Zheng Siyuan seemed to understand why his father wanted to take Qin Huai as his disciple so much. Even though he knew there was no hope, he still didn't give up and bought a suite in the neighborhood next door.

He had some thoughts too.

Although Qin Huai has no creativity, his imitation ability is a bit too strong.

The noodles are out of the pot.

After steaming, the dough has swelled a full circle. The shape of an apple was not visible at first, but now it looks a bit like it at first glance.

"Now there is only the last step left, coloring." Zheng Siyuan put aside his desire to become a disciple and continued to explain.

“All natural pigments are used to color pasta. Generally, cocoa powder is used for brown, beet is red, and spinach juice is green. Of course, purple yam, purple potato, carrot, and yellow fruit can also be used. color."

"As I say, it all depends on the chef's imagination."

"As for whether you can mix the right color, you need a lot of trying. Of course, I have a fixed formula left by my master."

Zheng Siyuan used beet juice to mix a bowl of color with a fixed formula, divided Qinhuai into half a bowl, and picked up a brush: "There are also many ways to apply color. The brushing is more delicate, and you can also apply it by hand. If necessary, remove the dough. Just soak it all in or even roll it around.”

Zheng Siyuan began to color the fruit, and Qin Huai knew that this was the time to truly test the artist's skills.

So does Qin Huai have the skills of an art student?

No, if he had, he would have earned the 100,000 yuan himself.

Qin Huai had noodles in one hand and a brush in the other, with half a bowl of beet juice in front of him.

After pondering for a moment, Qin Huai quietly took two steps toward Zheng Siyuan and poked his head to see how he was brushing.

Zheng Siyuan:…

Zheng Siyuan brushes it, Qin Huai brushes it once.

He dipped it in beet juice, and Qin Huai dipped it in beet juice.

Chen Yingjun, who was watching from outside, noticed it and muttered: "Why is Master Xiao Qin always learning from Master Zheng? He does what Master Xiao Zheng does."

"Don't worry about it." Chen Huihong said, "Don't worry about the chef's affairs."

After a period of time, an apple that looked fake and real was born in Zheng Siyuan's hands.

After a period of time and two seconds, an apple that was enough to look real was born in Qin Huai's hands.

Zheng Siyuan:…?

Qin Huai:!

Although the shape is different, the result is good.

Zheng Siyuan looked at Qin Huai: "You really haven't learned anything?"

"No." Qin Huai shook his head, "But I don't know why, but it feels so smooth. I rarely feel so smooth when I'm learning to cook."

Zheng Siyuan put down the fruit, went to wash his hands, and looked at his phone.

His father Zheng Da sent him a WeChat message an hour ago.

Dad: Siyuan, how is the situation? Has Xiao Qin been severely hit? Just make the apple noodles that you are best at, and let him learn while doing it. Let him have a comparison and let him know that **** cannot be practiced in one day. The most important thing now is to practice the heat.

Dad: Don't be too ambitious, don't think that one comes out one after another, practicing the heat is more important than anything else. You can practice the **** slowly later.

Dad: How is it? Has he been hit hard?

Zheng Siyuan replied silently.

Zheng Siyuan: No, he is quite happy.

Zheng Siyuan: I was a bit shocked.

Zheng Siyuan: [Picture]

Zheng Siyuan: Dad, which one of these two apples is his? Which one is mine?

dad:? ? ?

(End of chapter)