Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1110 A Successful Steamed Bun

Yang Song never waited for anyone to cook, but Gu Baiwei was the first one.

Someone at the scene quickly became jealous.

"Brother Song, you never waited for me." The first one who chirped sourly was actually Chen Ming.

As expected of Chen Ming.

Meng Shihan closed her eyes with a look: "My fiancé, I didn't say anything, so I want you to talk too much." '

When Meng Shijia came back from the phone call, he added pitifully, "Brother-in-law, you never waited for me."

No one answered Gu Baiwei's phone call.

Yang Song said: "I'll make it for Baiwei next time."

Now, even the eldest and second brothers who were warming the wine were jealous.

"Who is this Chef Gu? It deserves to be treated like this by Brother Song?" They also learned to call him Brother Song.

"He's rich?" Wen Shengli is the kind of rich dog who exudes a golden breath all the time, and wants to hang dozens of big gold chains around his neck.

Wen Jiu didn't bother to talk to them, and rolled his eyes.

Yang Song took the bun out of the fresh-keeping container, and lightly scratched it a few times.

How many cuts were made, but no one present could see clearly.

Wen Jiu and the others rubbed their eyes stupidly.

"Brother Song's hand speed is too fast, and the light of the knife is too bright, I really didn't have time to count clearly."

"Electric light, flint, lightning and thunder, it's gone!"

Wen Shunli couldn't help asking Chen Ming, who didn't rub his eyes and had the most calm reaction on the spot: "Brother, did you see clearly? Brother Song is definitely wielding a kitchen knife. Why does this bun look the same? Can you count Brother Song?" How many knives were there in total?"

Chen Ming pushed him aside: "Go and go, how can Brother Song's sword skills be seen clearly by ordinary people like us?"

Seeing clearly is the devil, not seeing clearly is normal operation.

These old friends couldn't see clearly, let alone the newcomers.

Wen Shunli was dumbfounded: "You don't understand and you're still so annoying?"

Chen Ming snorted: "I don't understand, I have self-knowledge, I'm not like you, wishful thinking."

This can't be explained.

There were eight people at the scene, and Yang Song prepared eight buns.

According to the head, one per person.

The steamed buns were processed and sent to the oven. This was not the end, Yang Song thought about it, and made a pot of seaweed and egg drop soup impromptu.

"Do you want to eat meat?"

"eat!"

Adding meat to seaweed and egg drop soup is unheard of. In Baifeng Pavilion, there is nothing impossible in Yang Song's hands.

"Egg drop soup is delicious with meat?" Wen Shunli didn't believe it.

Wen Shengli didn't believe it either: "The seaweed comes from the sea, and it smells a little fishy, ​​and the eggs are the same. If you add meat, will it really taste better?"

Sounds too much like dark cuisine.

Wen Jiu hurriedly said: "Big brother and second brother, you don't like to drink, I can help."

He didn't eat much mutton skewers, and drinking a few more bowls of soup was just enough to make up for it.

With a flash, Chen Ming put his arm around Wen Shunli's shoulder: "I can help too."

Meng Shijia handed Wen Shengli a glass of water: "That's right, seaweed and egg drop soup will definitely taste fishy if you add meat, you'd better drink more water, our spring water in Baifeng Pavilion is also sweet and delicious, come on, finish this bowl!"

Kindness is difficult.

Gudong Gudong, the Wen family's eldest brother and second child each had a bowl of mountain spring water, and drank until they were full.

Yang Song's seaweed and egg drop soup has also come to the end.

When he stews soup, he always likes to cover the pot at the end, add three to four seconds of high heat, and turn off the fire at the end, and the pot lid is still not allowed to move.

"Wait 2 minutes."

Yang Song likes to call this process sublimation.

The good taste of the whole pot of soup is more fully integrated in the high-temperature airtight space, and all kinds of ingredients absorb each other, bringing the deliciousness to a higher level.

"It's time to drink."

Yang Song lightly opened the lid of the pot, and the aroma of the whole pot of soup was like a garden in spring, full of beauty and enchanting fragrance.

The light yellow eggs are smooth, the black seaweed is light and boneless, with the refreshing saltiness of sea salt, and the tender red shredded pork.

"Wow, this is beef, the silken beef is soft and chewy!"

The texture of the beef is very delicate and uniform, and it is cut into fine pieces like thin ropes, like spring rain, soaking silently.

"It doesn't taste greasy at all, and it's not fishy. The beef has been marinated in advance, so why does it still have a sour taste? It doesn't matter, it just tastes more refreshing."

Yang Song held the bowl and said, "I marinated the beef with onion and ginger juice and special soy sauce, and then cooked it. The taste will be more tender. As for the sour feeling when you eat it, it is because I added some sauerkraut juice."

"It can't be sauerkraut juice. The best sauerkraut I've ever eaten is worth tens of thousands of jars. That sauerkraut juice is inedible." Wen Shengli once again showed his golden strength.

Chen Ming: "Hehe, people are stupid and have a lot of money."

But Yang Song said: "It's not that people are stupid. Really good sauerkraut can indeed be sold for tens of thousands of yuan a jar. It's not that sauerkraut juice cannot be eaten, but it has to be processed before it can be eaten by you."

Anyone who has eaten sauerkraut knows how sour it is.

Often when you eat sauerkraut bangzi, your teeth will be sour from the rich juice in it, let alone sauerkraut juice.

"In this pot of soup, I only dropped four drops of sauerkraut juice."

One can imagine how sour pure sauerkraut juice is.

Yang Song said again: "Don't finish drinking, there is half a bowl left, eat and drink with buns."

The voice just fell.

Ding Dong!

The oven is done and the buns are baked.

Everyone was a little confused.

"Brother Song, isn't your third steamed bun still baked?"

The only difference is that the second one uses an earthen kiln, and the third one uses an oven.

Is there any qualitative difference?

Yang Song said with a smile: "You will know later."

Waiting for him to take the sizzling buns out of the oven.

Everyone was shocked again.

"Is this a baked bun?"

"How could this be a baked bun? Are you kidding me?"

"Am I blind? I must be blind?"

Everyone couldn't believe their eyes.

What Yang Song took out of the oven were golden buns, as if they had been deep-fried, but not necessarily so.

"Fried steamed buns, although they are delicious, are greasy. My steamed stuffed buns are not greasy!"

What came in was steamed buns that were white and fat, with soft and cute skins, but what came out were golden and crispy buns that looked like deep-fried buns.

After each of them took a bite, everyone realized that the steamed bun was just a crispy skin, but the core of the steamed bun was still inside.

It was steaming hot, but the steamed buns were more juicy, making people sweat profusely after eating them.

"happy!"

"Cool!"

"That's what it tastes like!"

Have another big mouthful of sour soup with seaweed, egg flower and beef. The great human beings kill summer and welcome autumn.

Everyone couldn't stop eating the buns.

From the first mouthful, the juice contained in the steamed stuffed bun couldn't stop at all, and it continuously penetrated into the person's mouth.

The vermicelli is more tender and flexible, and the fish meat does not know when it will disappear.

I didn't realize it until the end of eating.

"It turns out that this bun should actually be called Fish Soup Vermicelli Bun!"

(End of this chapter)