Halberd gourmet emperor

“Enough hey, you guys aren’t going to finish my soy milk, are you?”

Since the soy milk in the pot was boiled, seeing that everyone looked like a wolf, Wang Chen had to agree to let them try this soy milk first.

But as soon as the floodgates opened, they could no longer be closed.

“Aoki, you are already the third bowl, then I can’t lose!”

Shoji Sato picked up the soup spoon and was about to scoop another bowl, but was stopped abruptly by Wang Chen.

“You… Still craving tofu? ”

Murderous and angry burst out, Sato Shoji had to put down the bowl in his hand and look at Daigo Aoki.

At least he still has half of the soy milk in his bowl, isn’t it?

“Senior Isshiki, shouldn’t the soybeans you saved also give me a hundred pounds?” Ryoko Sakaki suddenly said to Isshiki.

“Hey!” Isshiki looked at Wang Chen with a slight resentment: “Wang Chenjun, because of you, it seems that my superb soybeans can’t be saved.” ”

“There’s obviously half of my pay!” Ryoko Sakaki does not adhere to it.

“The former … Senior, I also want a little, try new dishes. ”

“Hmm.” Maruzeni held up his glasses and muttered, “The best ingredients, I believe that I can make the best dishes, and I also have a feeling that 01 is about to move.” ”

“Since everyone wants it, let’s ask for a little.” Aoki Daigo and Sato Shoji said in unison.

“It seems that it really can’t be saved!” Isshiki sighed, turned her head to look at Yoshino Yuhime, and asked, “Yuhime, what about you, how much do you want?” ”

Yoshino Yuhime smiled mischievously: “I mainly cook game dishes, and soybeans are of little use to me, so…”

Hearing this, Isshiki was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but listened to Yoshino Yuji’s words: “… Just order less, forty or fifty pounds is enough! ”

Crunch!

“Huh?” Ryoko Sakaki looked left and right, and said with a curious look: “What is this sound?” ”

“Heartbreak.” Isshiki covered his chest with a look of sadness and indignation.

“The legumes fiber and protein of soybeans can absorb the excess fat of meat, making the soup richer, reducing the content of impurities, and increasing nutrients, so it is definitely better if you can add a little soy when cooking any meat dish.”

Wang Chen said, Yoshino Yuji did not care about Isshiki’s pale complexion, and muttered: “In that case, then come another thirty catties, make up eighty catties!” ”

“Hmm…” Wang Chen nodded slightly, seeing that Isshiki’s head was turning towards his side, in order to prevent him from getting angry, he hurriedly turned around, picked up the soup spoon, and muttered: “The timing is right, prepare to order brine.” ”

“Halogen?”

For this term, everyone showed an inexplicable expression.

“That is, add a precipitant, denature and coagulate the soy protein, and then become white and tender tofu.”

Fang Cai Wang Chen cooked out in a small pot is a precipitant, of which salt, more are a variety of spices with the role of precipitant.

“Iwu-kun, you can stop burning the fire, there is a residual temperature in the hearth, it is enough.”

Jun Takesaki nodded, got up and stretched, and picked up a bowl, put out a bowl of soy milk, stepped aside, and tasted it slowly.

Everyone sweated, and it seemed that they had just forgotten the Martial Monarch who was still controlling the temperature of the flame.

But he was able to endure it until now, and it was really… Half in the bag!

“Ibu-kun’s character doesn’t have a sense of existence!”

Yoshino Yuhime leaned into Ryoko Sakaki’s ear and muttered.

But Takesaki, who was drinking soy milk, suddenly froze.

“Oops, he heard me!” Yoshino Yuhime said nervously, hurriedly leaning over to his side, apologizing and bowing again.

Everything was ready, everyone thought that Wang Chen should start to order the brine, but he took a wooden barrel and divided the soy milk in the iron pot into two, leaving one part in the iron pot and the other part in the wooden barrel.

“Wang Chenjun, what are you going to do here?”

“You’ll know in a moment.”

The soy milk in the iron pot continued to be heated with the residual temperature in the hearth, and as for half of the soy milk in the wooden barrel, Wang Chen brought it to the soup brine made yesterday night.

“Could it be,” Yoshino Yuhime speculated, “Do you want to add that black soup?” ”

Sure enough, in the surprised eyes of everyone, Wang Chen scooped up a spoonful of black soup marinade, slowly added it to the wooden barrel, and stirred it in one direction.

With the addition of the soup, the white soy milk turns into a deep black.

After floating in it, Wang Chen stopped what he was doing.

“Wait fifteen minutes!”

“Sure enough… Dark cuisine! ”

The inky black makes people feel the urge to vomit, from white to black, the gap is too big.

But the ultimate aroma of the raw soup and brine wafts out with the aroma of soy milk, which makes people drool again.

“Sure enough, it is the ultimate in dark cuisine, and I can’t bear to look at its color, and I can’t bear to smell its mouthwater.” Ryoko Sakaki muttered, “The feeling of a hundred claws scratching your heart.” ”

“Compared with Cheng Ichiro’s predecessor, Wang Chenjun’s psychology is probably darker.”

If they knew that Wang Chen in his previous life had a nickname called Killer, I’m afraid they wouldn’t think so.

began to cook the other half of the soy milk in the iron pot, this time Wang Chen used a clear soup brine, the soy milk was still white, nothing changed.

When the flocculent began to surface, he also stopped what he was doing and waited quietly.

Fifteen minutes, whether in an iron pot or a wooden barrel, the moisture or 737 part of soy milk became less and less, and the white sediment, that is, the tofu that was beginning to take shape, gradually appeared in front of everyone.

The two sets of cooking equipment have already been equipped.

Wang Chen stood in the middle and muttered: “The next process, I call it billet making, is actually very simple to operate, that is, scoop the tofu that has taken shape spoon by spoon into the square equipment, and then wrap it tightly and compact, but this process is very important.” ”

As he spoke, Wang Chen began to demonstrate the operation, and then everyone stepped forward to ask for a try, and Wang Chen was also relieved to hand it over to them, and stood aside to guide everyone’s actions.

When the billet is finished, you also need to wait, and this time is two hours.

The iron pot that previously contained the black soup brine was still boiling under the flame, and at this time, Wang Chen added a fire to make the black soup brine tumble even more.

At the same time, he added a flavor of ingredients to it.

“That… What is that? Tashoe said in amazement.

“The finishing touch.” Wang Chen said with a smile.

Knowing that he would not explain, everyone was covered with black lines.

After two hours of compaction, the tofu finally took shape, a black hundred, like a yin and yang coordination.

The white tofu, Wang Chen did not move, but left it aside.

But the black tofu, while exuding a strange fragrance, was also stared at by Wang Chen’s hot eyes! _

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