Abnormal Food Article

Chapter 126 Sorry, Ancestor

The minced meat is wrapped in carrot puree and stir-fried in the pot with diced bamboo shoots and diced mushrooms. The oil is stir-fried and wrapped around the diced bamboo shoots and shiitake mushrooms. The bright color looks very nice from a distance.

No condiments are added, but the aroma is very rich. The most primitive meat aroma permeates the air, and you can faintly smell the sweetness of carrots.

As time goes by, the fillings in the pot are stir-fried to the best state. The color is just right, the aroma is just right, the heat is just right, not fat and not dry. It is so perfect that it can be photographed on the spot and included in a textbook.

The above are all Qin Huai's imagination of the teaching content, as well as what he dreamed about last night.

The actual teaching process is -

Qin Huai waved the spatula, feeling that his hand might have been debuffed the moment he held the spatula.

This hand is not very easy to control.

The stuffing in the pot is even more unruly.

The stir-fried oil is not very easy to control.

What's going on with your minced meat, mashed carrots, diced bamboo shoots and diced mushrooms? Why do you have your own ideas? Why don't you follow the instructions of the spatula and turn it properly?

Especially you carrot puree, you have nothing to do to break away from the big army, you and the minced meat are hugging each other!

Judging from the results, the stuffing is cooked.

But what Qin Huai wants is not familiarity.

What he wants is the perfect filling that almost glows with the golden light of Xiaodangjia's golden egg fried rice in his dream.

Unfortunately, the intermediate heat is destined to fail to make golden egg fried rice.

You can't even get a perfect filling.

Chen An and An Youyou both opened their eyes wide and failed to see the secret and essence of Qinhuai's stir-fried stuffing.

Isn't this just... putting the bun fillings in a pot and frying them?

Chen An and An Youyou looked at each other and felt that they might not be talented enough.

Zheng Siyuan silently turned his head away from looking at the pot, although he knew Qin Huai's level of heat and knew that this was Qin Huai's normal performance.

After all, the heat is calculated on a 10-point scale. The heat required for cooking soup is only 5 to 6 points, while for stir-frying it requires 8 to 9 or even 10 points.

Stir-frying is the simplest, most comprehensive and undisguised display of the level of heat, and Qin Huai's display is indeed very comprehensive.

A mediocre steamed bun filling is ready.

Qin Huai looked at Zheng Siyuan and asked for help.

Zheng Siyuan: It can’t be saved.

Qin Huai: Help, there are still people watching.

Zheng Siyuan:…

Qinhuai: 99999

Zheng Siyuan said, "Did you twist your hand when you kneaded the dough this morning?"

Qin Huai: "...It seems a little bit."

"My hands are so twisted that I can't use the spatula. You can knead the dough later and practice your fingering. This stuffing... I'll save it for making the buns later. I already understand the general idea and frying method. I'll show it to you again." Zheng Siyuan took the spatula.

An Youyou and Chen An looked at each other again, with even more confusion in their eyes.

An Youyou: When did Master Xiao Qin hurt his hand?

Chen An: Why can't I use a spatula to knead dough if my hand is twisted? Doesn’t kneading the dough take more time on your hands?

The two of them didn't understand, but they both wisely chose not to ask and continued to read.

There were still a lot of ingredients prepared. Zheng Siyuan took a small portion of the pot and poured it into the pot.

Stir fry quickly over high heat, turning with a spoon.

A nice flip spoon.

Qin Huai was shocked, good guy, Zheng Siyuan can also turn a spoon.

Why do you guys with a major background learn everything? Aren't you a white chef?

"There is no need to fry the fillings of Wudingbao. You only need to choose the right meat, which is fat and lean."

"Proper stir-frying will not affect the taste of the bun filling, and it can have an icing on the cake effect. However, if the heat is insufficient, frying the fillings like the one just made by Master Xiao Qin because of his hand injury will be superfluous. The effect is not as good as boiling it directly.”

“The purpose of frying the filling is to control oil, and the dough will be harder to shape the dough. It is easy to accidentally add the bun filling to the dough, and the oil will leak out during the steaming process, which will ruin the shape of the entire dim sum. Moreover, steaming steamed buns takes a long time, and steaming the noodles for too long will destroy the texture of the noodles.”

"I guess the reason why this recipe requires frying the stuffing first and then cooking it is to control the oil. The fried stuffing will be more fragrant, and the other is to reduce the steaming time."

"But if you want to accurately control the oil, the chef himself has very high requirements for the heat. Basically, those who can achieve this level are professional and excellent red-case chefs. It is difficult for white-case chefs to reach such a high level of heat."

"With such a creative approach, the master who created this Fang Zi Bai An is really... very confident in his own ability." After saying that, Zheng Siyuan also glanced at Qin Huai.

Qin Huai:…

An Youyou and Chen An nodded in understanding, saying that making dim sum was indeed profound and profound.

While Zheng Siyuan was talking, the fillings in the pot were already fragrant.

"After stir-frying until the aroma comes out, turn the heat to low. Master Xiao Qin obviously turned it slowly just now." Zheng Siyuan said.

Soon a pot of stuffing that was not as good as Jiang Weiming's but far better than Qin Huai's was ready.

"Master Zheng, do you have good oil control now?" An Youyou asked curiously.

Zheng Siyuan shook his head honestly: "I'm not sure, I've never used this kind of stuffing to make dough balls."

"It's a little dry." Qin Huai commented objectively, "The ones in the best condition will look more moisturized. When the oil is placed on the surface, it looks oily, but it's actually just right."

"Have you seen it?" Zheng Siyuan asked.

Not only do you have the recipe for this outrageous noodle, but you’ve also seen the stuffing?

"I had a dream last night." Qin Huai said sincerely, "It was a very real dream, just like I had seen it in my previous life."

Zheng Siyuan:?

Zheng Siyuan completed the frying part, but Qin Huai felt that he could still do the cooking part himself.

It is not easy to turn over when cooking stuffing.

I cook it every morning and have experience.

Not to mention that Qin Huai cooked all night in his dream last night.

Cooking stuffing is a boring process.

It doesn't have too many tricks, and it doesn't require a flip of the spoon from time to time to wow the audience. When cooking stuffing, you only need to control the heat, pay attention to stirring, control the time, and pay a little attention to the state of the stuffing in the pot to prevent it from overturning.

As for how well it can be cooked, it depends on how well the cook controls the heat.

An Youyou and Chen An were both observing and studying carefully, while Qin Huai wanted to fish and chat.

"Siyuan, how can you turn a spoon?" Qin Huai took action.

"I practiced when I was a kid," Zheng Siyuan said.

"Wow." Qin Huai exclaimed, admiring the professional abilities of the students.

It's not Qin Huaichui. He didn't know what turning a spoon was before he entered high school. Their cooking techniques don't have such high-end techniques. The owner of the 10-yuan small stir-fry restaurant next door does know how to turn a spoon, but he does it casually for quick meals, and often leaves the food undercooked without turning it.

After Qin Huai entered high school, he learned about turning the spoon because he read the novel. The novel was very detailed and the writing of turning the spoon was also very good. Big turning spoon, small turning spoon, suspended turning spoon, shaking spoon, rotating spoon, and hand spoon should all be practiced since childhood. If you have a basic foundation in boy's skills, those who don't know them may think they are martial arts secrets.

While watching the video tutorial, Qin Huai felt that Jiang Weiming turned the spoon when frying the stuffing, but he was relatively ignorant and couldn't tell what the spoon was.

"Did your dad still let you practice this when you were a kid?"

"My dad didn't ask me to practice, it was Master Huang who taught me." Zheng Siyuan looked at the stuffing in the pot, "When I was a child, I practiced basic skills in Master Huang's restaurant. I had to practice all the basic skills, including knife skills, heat, and kneading. , all learn.”

"Both my dad and Master Huang feel that even if I want to practice white case in the future, I can't let go of the basic skills of red case. There is nothing wrong with practicing the basic skills well. Our family's way of practicing basic skills is very traditional. At the beginning, it was ordinary sandbag training. Strength, once your strength is up to par, then practice other things.”

An Youyou took out her phone and started searching how much sandbags cost.

"I find you are quite magical." Zheng Siyuan looked at Qin Huai, "Although you haven't practiced basic skills, you have everything you should have."

Qin Huai thought for a while: "Maybe it's because when I was a kid, there were many better ways to practice strength than hanging on sandbags."

"When I was a child, there was a large vegetable field behind the orphanage. Dean Qin and her two aunts couldn't grow it. All the children in the orphanage with normal intelligence and good health who could cultivate the land had to help."

"After all, I usually point to that vegetable patch when I eat vegetables. If I grow more, I can sell it. After I sell it, I can improve my food and eat snacks."

"Unfortunately, there are not many children with normal intelligence and good health in our orphanage. Especially when I was adopted, there were only two boys with normal intelligence, good health, suitable for farming, and one other boy who had not yet been adopted. 2 years old, just one month old. "To be honest, although I don't have any special skills in painting or music, I am pretty good at farming."

“Especially vegetables with green leaves, I’ve been growing them since I was a child!”

"My grandma praises me as a good boy who is suitable for farming. My family still has more than ten acres of land in the countryside. If one day I can no longer make it in the city, I can go back to farming."

An Youyou began to regret that she grew up in a town and had little opportunity to farm and practice basic skills.

Chen An:…

I don’t know why, but I always feel like this newly transferred colleague is thinking about something weird.

The filling in the pot had begun to boil slightly, and Qin Huai continued to stir without any intention of turning off the heat.

"It's almost done." Zheng Siyuan reminded.

"We have to wait another half minute until the boiling bubbles are dense enough." Qin Huai said.

After half a minute, turn off the heat.

The dough on the chopping board has already risen, and it's just waiting for Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan to break it into small **** and shape them into apple shapes.

At this point, the teaching work has ended, and next is the difficult process of making noodles.

Chen An wisely walked away silently and stopped looking. It was not yet time to get off work. In theory, he should do some more work. But today's work efficiency was too high, and the work was completed ahead of schedule. After thinking about it, Chen An had no choice but to work without any work, and went out to the kitchen table to help the helper from the red case cut vegetables.

Red Case Helper:?

I've long heard that your breakfast is very rolled, but now you don't have enough breakfast rolls, so you come here to roll our stir-fries?

An Youyou took a closer look out of curiosity and discovered that Chen An had actually opened up a new work path. She quickly followed and helped cut vegetables.

Both Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan began to knead dough skillfully.

Soon, apple-shaped dough **** filled with meat filling appeared on the chopping board.

Zheng Siyuan's hands were shaking when he was mixing the beet juice. Although he had often lamented in his heart that he had made a decision that was sorry for his ancestors, there has never been any decision more painful than making this **** meat-filled apple noodle with his own hands today. Sorry ancestors.

Not only do I feel sorry for my ancestors, I also feel sorry for Mian Guoer.

Zheng Siyuan colored the apples tremblingly. Because he did not do enough ideological work, he was a little absent-minded when coloring. The first apple was ugly.

Zheng Siyuan began to reflect and felt that he could not do this. As soon as you start making dim sum, you must respect the dim sum, respect the recipe, be brave enough to try, and be brave in innovation. This is what a good dim sum master should do.

This kind of inactive behavior is simply a blasphemy against dim sum.

Zheng Siyuan cheered up and started coloring seriously.

After a while, a beautiful apple was born in Zheng Siyuan's hands. Zheng Siyuan looked at the apple with satisfaction, put it down, and turned to look at Qin Huai.

"hiss-"

Zheng Siyuan took a breath.

What an ugly apple.

He hadn't seen this color in patches here and there, looking like the colored apples on a three-year-old child's eyes for many years.

How did Qin Huai's level decline to this point?

No, this is not the level. How could his aesthetics be so outrageous?

Could it be that Qin Huai was led astray because his first apple was not colored well?

Zheng Siyuan took a look at the first apple he painted and felt that it was not guilty of this!

Zheng Siyuan stretched his neck and took a look at the apple Qin Huai was coloring, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this apple is functioning normally.

It seems that Qin Huai was distracted just now when he was coloring the first apple like himself. Alas, he really made a bad mistake.

Zheng Siyuan secretly vowed in his heart that he must concentrate on making dim sum in the future, go all out, never be distracted, and never slack off in work.

Qin Huai didn't know that Zheng Siyuan had such rich inner activities. If he knew, he would definitely tell his brother that you are overthinking. I just wanted to try Liu Tao's coloring style.

People's aesthetic appreciation of art should be diverse.

At 12 noon, the new apple noodle fruit will be steamed in a basket.

Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan did not leave the kitchen. Each of them carried a plate of rice bowls and sat beside the steamer to eat.

Qin Huai wanted to know Mian Guoer's level immediately.

Zheng Siyuan wanted to taste it for the first time, what would the noodles taste like when made with this outrageous recipe.

The two pastry chefs were sitting in the kitchen eating. Chen An and An Youyou also followed suit and ate in the kitchen with bowls in hand.

Because An Youyou got up too early, she was even a little sleepy when eating, and she yawned while eating.

Qin Huai was eating the fried rice with tomatoes and eggs without any taste, focusing entirely on the steamer, staring at it, finally.

[Apple noodle fruit C grade]

C grade.

Qin Huai thought that he had not made any mistakes in the case, and his dough kneading skills should not be inferior to Jiang Weiming's, but the noodles he made were only C-level.

This means that the fillings made by Jiang Weiming have pushed the C-level dim sum up a big level to B-level.

The partial science God of War is so terrifying.

Qin Huai put down the plate, put on gloves, and opened the steamer.

Oh, a little bit of a rollover.

The oil was not controlled well when frying the stuffing. Qin Huai felt that the frying was dry, but he didn't know whether it was because the noodles were not fried properly or because the noodles and stuffing did not match. There was obviously a little oil leakage from two noodles.

The oil didn't really leak out, but the color of the apples was affected. The red apples seemed to be eaten by insects, and there was a small discolored spot.

Qin Huai used a pair of tongs to pick out the noodles. Some were C-grade, some were C-grade, and of course, there were also those made by Zheng Siyuan where the grade could not be seen.

Qin Huai felt that Zheng Siyuan's work should be better than his own, and might have a C+ grade, so he picked a noodle that didn't show the grade, but looked good and had no flaws, and gave it to Zheng Siyuan.

Pick another C-level one for yourself.

After letting it cool for a while, they both took a bite at the same time with different expressions.

Qin Huai knew that the taste of this noodle fruit must be delicious. Luo Jun would have scolded it if it didn't taste good.

He just didn't expect it to be so... delicious.

This noodle fruit is delicious in a very mysterious way. You can tell that it tastes good now, but in theory it should taste better.

This filling is really good.

The fillings are obviously similar to those of sandwich buns, and it seems to be made with the same idea, but the carrot puree mixed with the meat filling, diced bamboo shoots and diced mushrooms actually has a very wonderful taste.

The combination of the sweetness of carrots and the flavor of meat, coupled with the slightly hard but chewy dough, this feeling...

Why isn't it a bun?

Luo Jun is really right, this stuffing should be used to make steamed buns.

Zheng Siyuan had a completely different reaction.

Zheng Siyuan first questioned, then was shocked, then appreciated, immediately began to reflect, then quickly became silent, then reflected, and finally reshaped his three views.

Just by looking at his expression, you can tell that he was having a fierce mental battle while eating noodles.

The name of this fight should be: Sorry, Ancestor.

I know this is outrageous, and I also know that the apple noodle fruit is supposed to be apple-flavored. I also know that the filling is obviously a bun filling, and I don’t know why it was packed into the noodle fruit.

But it is delicious.

It even feels like it should taste better, but my cooking skills limit its deliciousness.

Damn it, how can a noodle fruit stuffed with meat be delicious? This is unscientific and unreasonable, and it is even more disrespectful to our ancestors!

"How is it?" Qin Huai asked.

Zheng Siyuan was silent for a long time and said:

"I'll go back tonight to study how to fry the stuffing."

"I'm going to make steamed buns tomorrow morning."

"I admit it's delicious."

"But I think it should be... stuffed buns."

This chapter is two in one

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