If you become a monster, you will succeed

After speeding all the way, about ten minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of a square. But what was surprising was that the sun was still hanging in the sky, but the place felt like a night market.

Various mobile stalls are lined up around the square, making various kinds of pastries on the spot. The various aromas are mixed together, turning into an enticing meat fragrance, communicating and guiding passers-by's yearning for delicious food. .

The techniques for making noodles also have their own merits. Walking in the square, guests can enjoy the dual enjoyment of food and acrobatics almost at the same time.

"This is the Longmen Food Court, which is the venue for the Longmen Pastry Competition. It wasn't originally called this name, but many famous chefs started their business here by setting up stalls. Over time, the place changed its name to Carp Leaping Longmen. I mean, if you don’t have two brushes, you wouldn’t dare to set up a stall here, especially before the Longmen Pastry Competition starts. There are basically famous chefs from all over the world here. In a sense, this can be regarded as a preliminary competition. , if even this food court cannot survive, then there is no need to participate in the next competition."

The taxi driver enthusiastically introduced all kinds of interesting facts about this square to Feng Xue. Feng Xue scanned the payment code, took out a handful of banknotes from his pocket, put it on the seat, and said with a smile:

"Thank you. This is the tour guide fee."

"Hey, no need!" The taxi driver wanted to say something else, but Feng Xue had already closed the door and walked into the food court.

Although he had seen a lot of scenes in the taxi, when he got closer, it was a completely different feeling.

If you want to ask specifically...

That is……

If the chef here is placed with Chen Xiyao, the worst one can also get an A!

"Ah, why don't martial arts masters fight here instead?"

Feng Xue felt that the style of painting was getting more and more wrong, but in a sense, it seemed to be right.

After all, in a society ruled by law, what can you do if you learn Kung Fu? It is better to learn a trade and make money to support the family.

Silently turning on the power of [Martial Arts] and taking in all the martial arts principles he saw, Feng Xue walked to the first store at the door, glanced at the sign of "Crab Roe Soup Buns", and immediately took out his mobile phone and swiped the payment code and said:

"Bring me a cage."

"Okay! Wait a moment!" The boss who was rolling out the buns responded. He clapped his hands and the steamer suddenly bounced up. The boss quickly waved his arm and pulled out the steamer below before the steamer fell. The young man who was probably his apprentice immediately took out a paper container and carefully put the soup dumpling in the steamer that was as big as the mouth of a bowl into it. He also put a few ginger shreds and a little crab vinegar in the small one on the side. , and then handed it to Feng Xuet along with a pair of unopened bamboo chopsticks:

"The box is waterproof, be careful of burning your mouth."

Feng Xue took the paper lunch box, looked at the crystal clear soup dumpling, and immediately stretched out her chopsticks. Without moving her mouth immediately, she held the fish mouth and lifted it up slightly. The dumpling weighed half a catty, and the skin was so thin that you could see You can see the golden soup inside, but even if you hold it like this, it doesn't show any signs of leaking. Instead, it is soft and bouncy, like a water balloon that you used to play with as a child.

Gently pierce the outer skin, the soup immediately gushes out, and a sweet smell of crab roe immediately rushes into the tip of the nose. Bring the bowl to your mouth and sip slightly, and the full umami taste washes back and forth in your mouth like a river flooding.

The umami flavor of the crab roe and the flavor of the pork bone broth are clearly layered, but not inconsistent at all. They are like the scenery of mountains and seas in a picture frame, distinct yet complementary to each other.

Taking a sip of the hot soup into his mouth, Feng Xue took the still intact bun and dipped it in some ginger shredded crab vinegar. When he ate it, he didn't feel as if he had lost all the essence. After high-intensity exercise, drinking a glass of warm water will give you a soft and comfortable feeling.

The strong dough rolled out from high-gluten flour is mixed with the softness of the steam during the steaming process, and has a faint but lingering aroma. It seems that there is something else in the water in the steamer.

The filling is a mixture of fried crab oil and a small amount of shrimp skin and pork, but it seems to have some bone marrow from pig tube bones added to it, giving people the ultimate refreshing feeling of taking a sip of bone marrow after drinking big bone soup. .

It is obviously a big bag that weighs half a kilogram, but after this mouthful of soup, there is no burden at all. The seasoning is smooth. After eating, you will even have a feeling of loss, which makes people can't help but think about the things that have gone away. It's delicious, leaving only a faint sour taste mixed with the fragrance of ginger lingering in the mouth and nose.

"Good guy, I call you good guy!" Feng Xue stared at the empty box in his hand. Unknowingly, he also drank the ginger crab vinegar.

He turned to look at the chef who was still rolling out the dough and stuffing the stuffing quickly. A subtle feeling suddenly flooded into his heart. He could easily copy the other party's techniques, but he didn't dare to say that he could replicate such a small chef. steamed stuffed bun.

Although the formula, raw materials and invisible pre-processing account for a part, it is more of a mysterious and mysterious feeling.

"Is it something similar to martial arts?"

Feng Xue raised his eyebrows slightly. If it were anyone else, this martial law would probably be a hurdle that he couldn't overcome, but as a weirdo with the power of [Martial Arts], he would not be subject to the "everyone has his or her own unique philosophy" The only problem with class restrictions is that this thing is not only martial law, but also has another part that is similar to it.

"Something similar to cooking techniques and cooking heart?" Feng Xue made some assumptions based on her previous life's viewing experience. She did not stop in front of this stall, but walked towards the next stall.

"This is obviously not intended as food for the competition. If it is of this level, it would be really difficult for me to get the Ruyi Stick."

Feng Xue murmured in his heart, but did not give up. At this time, there was still one month of preparation time before the official start of the Longmen Pastry Competition. He had enough time to make up for his shortcomings.

"After all, I am also a man called the Demon Chef!"

With such thoughts in mind, Feng Xue took a few steps to the next stall and said to the boss who was sitting on a bamboo pole and jumping up and down:

“Boss, let’s have some wonton noodles!”

"okay!"

The boss responded, but the answer was not him, but an apprentice standing in front of the table. He neatly put the wontons and noodles into different pots, and quickly handed over a small portion of noodles.

Perhaps because of the food court itself, the portion of this bowl of lo mein is not large, just two ounces of noodles and four wontons, but the delicious flavor of the pork bone broth is already hitting your nostrils.

There were some sparse particles wrapped around the noodles, which looked a bit like sesame seeds but smaller. Without thinking too much, Feng Xue picked up a chopstick and put the noodles into his mouth.

"Woo..."

The next chapter will be posted tomorrow. By the way, it’s customary to submit leave requests on the first of every month, so it’s eleven pigeons, that’s all.

ps: I don’t know why in the first two chapters, but when I opened the new volume, it jumped to 900. I was shocked. I can’t change the title. It’s a trap.