The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 126 I'm Sorry, Ancestor

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

There is no seasoning added, but the aroma is very rich. The most original meat aroma permeates the air, and you can faintly smell the sweetness of carrots.

As time went by, the fillings in the pot were stir-fried to the best state, with just the right color, just the right aroma, just the right amount of heat, not too greasy or dry, so perfect that it could almost be photographed on the spot and included in a textbook.

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

The actual teaching process is -

Qin Huai waved the spatula and felt that he might have been given a debuff the moment his hand grasped the spatula.

This hand is not very obedient.

The stuffing in the pot was even more unruly.

The fried oil is not very compliant.

What's wrong with your minced meat, carrot puree, bamboo shoots and mushrooms? Why do you have your own ideas? Why don't you follow the spatula's instructions and stir them properly?
Especially you, pureed carrots, you have nothing better to do than to leave the main group and stick together with the minced meat!

Judging from the result, the filling is cooked.

But Qin Huai didn't want it cooked.

What he wanted was the perfect filling in his dream that was almost as golden as the golden egg fried rice in Chef Boy’s Kitchen.

Unfortunately, the intermediate level of cooking is destined to not produce golden egg fried rice.

I can't fry the fillings perfectly either.

Chen An and An Youyou both opened their eyes wide, failing to see the mystery and essence of Qinhuai fried stuffing.

Isn’t this just... frying the bun filling in a pan?

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 the pot. Although he knew Qin Huai's cooking skills, he also knew that this was a normal performance for Qin Huai.

毕竟火候这个东西，按10分制来算，吊汤对火候的要求只有5分到6分，炒则需要8分到9分甚至10分。

Stir-frying is the simplest, most comprehensive and most unconcealable display of the heat level, and Qinhuai’s display is indeed very comprehensive.

A mediocre bun filling is fried.

Qin Huai looked at Zheng Siyuan for help.

Zheng Siyuan: It can’t be saved.

Qin Huai: Please help, there are people watching over there.

Zheng Siyuan: …

Qinhuai: 99999
Zheng Siyuan said, "Did you twist your hand when you were kneading the dough this morning?"

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

"Your hand is sprained and you are not suitable for using the spatula. You will be responsible for kneading the dough and practicing your finger techniques. This pot of stuffing... save it for making dumplings later. I already understand the general idea and frying method. I will show you again." Zheng Siyuan took the spatula.

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

An Youyou: When did Master Qin injure his hand?

Chen An: Why can you knead dough when your hands are twisted and not suitable for using a spatula? Isn't kneading dough more laborious?

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

There were still a lot of prepared ingredients. Zheng Siyuan took out a small half of the ingredients and poured them into the pot.

Stir-fry quickly over high heat and stir.

A beautiful flipping spoon.

Qin Huai was shocked. Wow, Zheng Siyuan can even flip the spoon.

How come you, who are trained in a profession, learn everything? Aren’t you a pastry chef?

“The fillings for Wu Ding Bao don’t actually need to be specially fried, you just need to pick the right meat with the right amount of fat and lean.”

"Proper stir-frying will not affect the taste of the stuffing, and can serve as the icing on the cake. However, if the heat is not controlled well, the stuffing will be like what Chef Qin did just now because of his hand injury, which will have the effect of adding unnecessary details. It is better to simmer directly."

"The essence of frying stuffing is to control oil. In order to shape the dough, the dough is harder. It is easy to accidentally add stuffing to the dough. The oil will seep out during the steaming process, which will ruin the shape of the whole snack. In addition, steaming buns takes a long time, and steaming the dough for too long will ruin the taste of the dough."

"I guess the reason why this recipe calls for frying the fillings before boiling them is to control the oil so that the fried fillings will be more fragrant, and to reduce the steaming time."

"However, if you want to control the oil accurately, the chef's cooking temperature is very high. Basically, only professional and excellent chefs can achieve this level. It is difficult for chefs to achieve such a high level of cooking temperature."

"Such a creative method. The chef who created this recipe is indeed... very confident in his own cooking skills." After saying that, Zheng Siyuan glanced at Qin Huai.

Qin Huai:......

An Youyou and Chen An nodded as if they understood, indicating that making dim sum is indeed a profound art.

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

“After stir-frying until fragrant, you should turn the heat down from high to low. Chef Qin was obviously too slow just now.” Zheng Siyuan said.

Soon, a pot of fillings was ready, which was not as good as Jiang Weiming's but much better than Qinhuai's.

"Master Zheng, does that mean the oil has been controlled well now?" An Youyou asked curiously.

Zheng Siyuan shook his head honestly: "I'm not sure, I have never used this kind of filling to make noodles."

"It's a little dry." Qin Huai commented objectively, "It looks smoother in its best condition, with the oily sheen on the surface. It looks oily, but it's actually just right."

"Have you seen it?" Zheng Siyuan asked.

For this outrageous dough, not only do you have the recipe, but you’ve also seen the filling?

"I dreamt about it 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 took over the frying part, but Qin Huai felt he could still do the cooking part himself.

The stuffing is not easy to overturn when cooked.

Cook every morning, with experience.

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

Cooking the stuffing is a very boring process.

It doesn't require too many skills, nor does it require you to flip the spoon from time to time to amaze the audience. To cook the stuffing, you only need to control the heat, stir it carefully, control the time, and pay a little attention to the state of the stuffing in the pot so that it won't overturn.

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

An Youyou and Chen An were both observing and learning seriously, but Qin Huai wanted to slack off and chat.

"Siyuan, how could you flip the spoon?" Qin Huai took action.

"I practiced it when I was a child." Zheng Siyuan said.

"Wow." Qin Huai exclaimed in admiration for the professional abilities of the students from the science school.

Qin Huai is not exaggerating, he didn't know what flipping the wok was until he was in high school. His family didn't have such advanced cooking techniques, the boss of the 10 yuan stir-fry fast food restaurant next door did know how to flip the wok, but his was just a casual flip to serve the food quickly, and the food was often not cooked properly.

Qin Huai learned about flipping the spoon after he entered high school because he read a novel. The novel described it in great detail and described flipping the spoon in a very impressive way. There are big flipping spoons, small flipping spoons, hanging flipping spoons, shaking spoons, turning spoons, and hand flipping spoons. You have to practice it from a young age. It's a boy's skill. If you don't know it, you might think it's a martial arts secret book.

While watching the video tutorial, Qin Huai felt that Jiang Weiming flipped the spoon when frying the stuffing, but he was not very knowledgeable and could not tell what flipping the spoon meant.

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

"It wasn't my dad who asked me to practice. It was Uncle Huang who taught me." Zheng Siyuan looked at the stuffing in the pot. "When I was a kid, I practiced basic skills in Uncle Huang's restaurant. I had to practice all the basic skills, including knife skills, heat control, and dough kneading."

"My father and Master Huang both felt that even if I wanted to practice white case in the future, I couldn't neglect the basic skills of red case. It's always right to practice the basic skills well and solidly. The way our family practices basic skills is very traditional. At the beginning, we just practiced the ordinary sandbag to train our strength. After we have the strength to the right level, we can practice other things."

An Youyou took out her cell phone and started searching for how much a sandbag costs.

"I find you're pretty amazing." Zheng Siyuan looked at Qin Huai, "Although you haven't practiced the basics, you have everything you need."

Qin Huai thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because when I was a kid, there were many better ways to train my strength than hanging on a sandbag."

"When I was a child, there was a large vegetable field behind the welfare home. Director Qin and her two other aunts couldn't grow enough vegetables. All the children in the welfare home who were mentally normal and physically fit and could farm the field would help."

"After all, we rely on that vegetable patch for our daily meals. If we grow more, we can sell it, which can then be used to improve our meals and snacks."

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

"Especially green leafy vegetables, I've been growing them since I was a kid!"

"My grandmother praised me for being a good kid who is suitable for farming. My family has more than ten acres of land in the countryside. If I can't make it in the city one day, I can go back to farming."

An Youyou began to regret that she grew up in a town, had no chance to farm, and did not learn basic skills.

Chen An: ...

I don’t know why, but I always feel that this newly transferred colleague seems to be thinking about some weird things.

The filling in the pot had begun to boil slightly, and Qin Huai continued to stir it with no intention of turning off the heat.

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

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

After half a minute, turn off the heat.

The dough on the chopping board had already risen, and Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan just had to pull it into small balls and pinch them into the shape of apples.

At this point, the teaching work has ended, and what follows is the difficult process of making the noodle fruit.

Chen An was very tactful and quietly walked away without looking. It was not time to get off work yet, so theoretically he should do some more work. But today's work efficiency was too high, and the work was finished ahead of schedule. Chen An thought about it and decided to create work even if there was no work. He went to the kitchen counter to help the assistant of the red case cut vegetables.

Red case helper:?
I've heard that you guys have a lot of rolls for breakfast. Now that you don't have enough rolls for breakfast, you come and roll our dishes?
An Youyou took a closer look out of curiosity, and when she discovered that Chen An had actually opened up a new way of working, she quickly followed and started to help cut the vegetables.

Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan both began to knead the dough skillfully.

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

Zheng Siyuan's hands were shaking when he was mixing the beetroot juice. Although he often lamented in his heart that he had made a decision that was really sorry for his ancestors, no decision had ever been more sorry for his ancestors than making this damn meat-filled apple pie with his own hands today.

Not only am I sorry to my ancestors, but I am also sorry to Mian Guoer.

Zheng Siyuan was trembling as he colored the apples. Since he had not done enough ideological work, he was a little absent-minded while coloring, and the first apple was ugly.

Zheng Siyuan began to reflect and felt that he could not do this. As long as he started making dim sum, he had to respect the dim sum, respect the recipe, be brave to try, and be brave to innovate. This is what an excellent dim sum chef should do.

This kind of passive and sabotaging behavior is simply a blasphemy to dim sum.

Zheng Siyuan cheered up and started to color 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 of cold air.

What an ugly apple.

This color was patchy here and there, and it looked like an apple painted by a three-year-old. He hadn't seen it in years.

How did Qinhuai's level decline to this level?

No, this is not his level. How can his aesthetic be so outrageous?
Could it be that because the first apple was not colored well, Qin Huai was led astray by me?
Zheng Siyuan took a look at the first apple he had colored and felt that it did not deserve such a crime!
Zheng Siyuan stretched his neck again to take a look at the apples that Qin Huai was coloring and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this apple performed normally.

It seems that Qin Huai was distracted when he was coloring the first apple just like me. Alas, I really set a bad example.

Zheng Siyuan secretly swore in his heart that in the future when making snacks, he must concentrate and give it his all, never be distracted, and never slack off.

Qin Huai didn't know that Zheng Siyuan had such rich inner thoughts. If he knew, he would definitely tell him, "Brother, you're thinking too much. I just want to try Liu Tao's coloring style."

People's aesthetic appreciation of art should be diverse.

At 12 noon, the new apple noodles are steamed.

Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan did not leave the kitchen either. They each held a plate of rice and sat beside the steamer, eating.

Qin Huai wanted to know the grade of Noodle Fruit as soon as possible.

Zheng Siyuan wanted to try it as soon as possible to see what the noodles made with this outrageous recipe tasted like.

The two dim sum chefs sat in the kitchen to eat. Chen An and An Youyou followed suit and ate in the kitchen with their bowls in hand.

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

Qin Huai ate the tomato scrambled egg rice without any appetite. His whole mind was on the steamer, staring at it intently. Finally.

【Apple Noodles Grade C】

C-level.

Qin Huai thought he had made no mistakes in making the dough and his dough kneading skills were no worse than Jiang Weiming's, but the dough he made was only of C grade.

This means that the fillings made by Jiang Weiming have raised the C-grade dim sum to the B-grade.

The one-sided god of war is so terrifying.

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

Oh, there was a little rollover.

The oil was not controlled well when frying the filling, and Qin Huai felt that it was fried dry, but he didn’t know whether it was not really fried dry or the noodles and filling were not compatible. Two of the dough pieces obviously leaked a little oil.

The oil didn't actually leak out, but the color of the apple was affected. The red apple looked like it was worm-eaten and had a small spot of discoloration.

Qin Huai used a pair of tongs to pick out the dough fruits. There were C-grade ones, C-grade ones, and of course, some made by Zheng Siyuan whose grade could not be seen.

Qin Huai felt that Zheng Siyuan's cooking should be better than his, perhaps even a C+ grade, so he picked out a noodle that didn't indicate its grade but looked good and had no flaws and gave it to Zheng Siyuan.

Pick another C-grade one for yourself.

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

Qin Huai knew that this noodle must taste delicious. Luo Jun was so picky, he would have scolded him if it was not tasty.

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

The taste of this noodle fruit is very mysterious. You can tell that it tastes good now, but in theory it should taste even better.

This filling is really, really good.

The filling is obviously similar to that of the Sanding Bao, and it feels like the same production idea, but the carrot puree mixed with the minced meat, diced bamboo shoots and diced mushrooms actually has a very wonderful taste.

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?

What Luo Jun said is absolutely right, this filling should be used to make dumplings.

Zheng Siyuan had a completely different reaction.

Zheng Siyuan first questioned, then was shocked, then admired, immediately began to savor the experience, soon fell silent, then reflected, and finally reshaped his three views.

Just by looking at his expression, you could tell that he was having a fierce ideological struggle while eating the noodles.

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

I know this is outrageous, and I know that apple dough should taste like apple. I also know that the filling is obviously a steamed bun filling, and I don’t know why it was forced into the dough.

But it is delicious.

I even feel like it should taste better, but my cooking skills limit its deliciousness.

Damn it, how can a meat-filled pastry be delicious? This is neither scientific nor reasonable, and it’s even more unfair to our ancestors!
"How is it?" Qin Huai asked.

Zheng Siyuan was silent for a long time and said:

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

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

“I admit it’s delicious.”

"But I think it should be... bun filling."

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