I have become popular in modern times with food

Chapter 301 Eight Treasures and Eight Treasures ([-])

"Takeda-sensei, we don't have so many." Li Yi's voice was clear, pointing out the problems he was facing, "Watanabe-sensei..."

Takeda Dalang's voice was louder than his, obviously carrying anger that couldn't go away, "Dare he not come?!"

Li Yi secretly hooked his lips.The gap between the two is probably getting bigger and bigger.

The entrance of the neon restaurant instantly became a mess.

Fang Zilu was biting the fried dumplings just out of the pan, and looked at the neon team who were as confused as paste with relish.Sure enough, as the little boss expected, the model of the bazaar can be easily copied. As long as the Neon Kingdom finds that it cannot be shaken, it will definitely follow the example of Huaxia.

But the layout of the market is not achieved overnight.

Last night, Huaxia was divided into two teams. Master Zhang Hua took the main force to rest, and the little boss took him and a group of staff to assemble the props, and even came here to simulate it on the spot.

It took them one night to complete such a large workload. It is impossible for Neon Country to completely replicate it in a short period of time.

He chuckled twice, threw the remaining half of the dumpling into his mouth, patted the oil crumbs on his hands, and turned his head handsomely.

He has to learn how to make pastries from the little boss.That's the most important thing.

In fact, when it comes to yokan, judging from ancient books, it really is a food that contains "goat" and "soup".In the Tang Dynasty, yokan was stewed with mutton and condensed into a rich soup.Only later, with the introduction of Chinese culture, monks did not eat meat, so they changed the meat to vegetarian food and made it into yokan.

However, when modern people talk about yokan, the first thing that comes to mind is neon. They never thought that these foods, in fact, were first popular in China.

What Yu Jian made was similar to yokan, but not yokan.This is a pastry improved from Datang lamb liver cake, called Bazhen Bazang.As the name suggests, it is made with eight different ingredients, and it tastes plump like meat and moist like vegetarian food.

The eight ingredients are pig, beef and sheep, chicken, duck, goose, fish and shrimp, and red bean paste with sweet taste.

"Fang Zilu—" she shouted.

Fang Zilu came over, "What are your orders?"

Yu Jian pointed to the ingredients on the table, "Mash them all into a paste, so that they stick to your hands."

"Okay!" Fang Zilu agreed.

etc--

all? ? ?

He swallowed, looked at her in disbelief, and asked her with a broken trembling voice: "Little boss, you mean...all of it?"

Yu Jian nodded solemnly: "All."

Fang Zilu's high-spirited fighting spirit collapsed into slag in an instant, he sighed, and picked up the kitchen knife resignedly.This is a big pot full of meat. He has to wait until the year of the monkey to finish it?
In fact, the task Yu Jian gave him was only a small half.Handling the ingredients in Bazhen Bazang is the most critical aspect. The fish and shrimp that are easier to handle are handed over to Fang Zilu. Meat technology at a glance.

On the other side of the screen, the judges were so shocked that they almost dropped the fried dumplings from their mouths. How old is this little girl, and how can she be so skillful?

Then he chewed hard on the fried dumplings in his mouth, which were juicy, tender and softened, and dipped in some Huaxia's fragrant sour vinegar.Sure enough, only delicious food can shock you.

"This doesn't look like yokan?" The judges from Kimchi Country were puzzled.Judging from the little girl's behavior of boiling red bean paste just now, it is clearly the step of making yokan, but now she is starting to deal with meaty meat, which is completely out of his scope of knowledge. Learn from.

Andy has never seen such a labor-intensive one. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't find something similar from his memory, so he could only spread his hands.

"Dong dong dong."

"Da da da."

The melodious and rhythmic knocking sound surrounds the entire restaurant.The steamed stuffed bun's business slowed down at noon when the sun was shining brightly. Chef Lai happened to be free to come in to rest, and Fang Zilu's expression was full of bitterness and hatred.

Sit in front of him with a cup and supervise him: "Here, I didn't knock it evenly! Hey, be careful!"

While enduring the torment of the ingredients in his hands, Fang Zilu endured the tireless encouragement from Chef Lai. His whole body was like a sapling in a strong wind, secretly messed up.

After a full three hours, just when Fang Zilu felt that his hands were about to break in the next second, he finally completed all the tasks with quality and quantity.He slumped down on the chair, looking at the hands whose muscles kept beating by themselves, with tears in his eyes.

Chef Lai patted him on the shoulder, with approval in his eyes: "Young man, you have a bright future—" The work of the back kitchen is boring and boring, and many apprentices are like today, repeating the same chopping, beating or shaking spoons For the action, many people couldn't bear the loneliness and left, and more people felt that it was hard and gave up, but there were still some people who gritted their teeth and sweated, and persisted until the end with a single effort.

These people are all good.

Fang Zilu was so tired that he lay on the table panting heavily, and saw that Yu Jian was still proceeding to the next step like a normal person, his eyes were straightened: "Little boss, are you a superman?" He pointed to the place with his eyes. With thin and weak hands, "Your hands are not sore?"

Yu Jian lowered her eyelashes, smiled silently, swung her wrist in a circle, and sprinkled a piece of fine white sweet potato flour: "It's okay."

If he knew that she used to spend six hours beating the minced meat non-stop, then he would understand that the two or three hours now are meaningless.

The pounded meat mash is sprinkled with sweet potato flour, and it needs to be pounded again until it becomes bright-colored flakes as thin as a cicada's wings.

When Fang Zilu saw Yu Jian mentioning the little stick again, he stood up with a "huh" and immediately urinated.Chef Lai burst out laughing, and wanted to take over, but Yu Jian stopped him.

"I'll do it," she said, her voice soft but firm.

Through the monitoring screen, the judges watched the once lumpy meat turn into flakes, and then watched the flakes stacked up in layers, red and white interlaced, and finally attached red bean paste, cut into small rectangular pieces and put them in the Inside the steamer.

There was not even a single sound in the entire judging room.

"puff--"

Suddenly there was another sound of discouragement, and the judges of Kimchi Country looked for the sound.One of the Maple Leaf Country judges twisted his hips, quickly left his seat, opened the door in one breath, and rushed to the bathroom.

ho-

I actually ate too much and couldn't hold back the waste——

Andy quietly squeezed the space between his eyebrows.In this team, there are indeed fewer people with bad intentions, but...how come there are such a bunch of foodies?Let’s just say that the judges from Maple Leaf Country just went out. They ate everything from raw fried buns to beef buns, and from beef buns to fine sand buns. They still couldn’t get enough of it and asked people to buy fried dumplings. Their mouths never stopped——

And the judges from the Kimchi Country, seeing that they are in good shape and eating no less than the judges from the Maple Leaf Country, are actually drooling over the immature cakes in the steamer, so they can't wait to go to the scene by themselves. I watched while eating.

Hey?
Watch while eating!

Andy's eyes lit up instantly, why didn't he expect that!

(End of this chapter)