Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 133 Blossom Dumplings
"Yang Song, you... what's going on with you? Shrimp dumplings will bloom automatically?" Mr. Meng can be regarded as a person who has eaten the world, and this is the first time he has seen such shrimp dumplings!
Speaking of this matter, Yang Song showed a hint of pride in his heart. This was made by a specific technique, which was recorded in ancient books, but after so many years, the ancients pinched this unique craftsmanship in their hands and passed it on. Men do not pass on women, sons do not pass disciples!Over time, this method will be lost!

Flowering dumplings are not a kind of dumplings, but a way of wrapping dumpling wrappers. Using a specific technique, all the folds are hidden in the dumplings. After steaming, the dumplings are heated and become chubby. When the lid is lifted suddenly, the cold air directly stimulates the dumplings. The dumplings shrink when the heat expands and contracts. Blooming in general!This is the lost technique of ancient times, Huahua Dumplings!

"Boss, are you doing magic tricks? How did you make such dumplings?" Shen Huaizhao wanted to kneel down and watch Yang Song!

Mr. Meng became contemplative at that time, and murmured after a long time: "Hua Hua Dumplings are actually the legendary Hua Hua Dumplings!"

Yang Song was stunned. He never expected that Mr. Meng knew this special way of making dumplings!Quickly asked: "Old Meng, how do you know Huahua Dumplings?"

"That was when I was young. At that time, the reform and opening up happened. I went to the countryside to eat, just in time for the opening of the Northeast Dumpling Restaurant. A middle-aged man challenged the proprietress of the Northeast Dumpling Restaurant. He finally defeated her and told us that he did not Not the most powerful, there is also a lost dumpling making method called flowering dumplings, the appearance of your dumplings, Xiao Yang, fits exactly the kind of dumplings he described!" When Meng Lao talked about this matter, his face was full of tears. The feeling of memory.

challenge?Middle-aged people?Yang Song immediately thought of someone, and quickly asked, "Old Meng, did that middle-aged man tell you what his name is?"

"What's your name? That's right! I remember he said that his surname is Wang!" Mr. Meng thought about it carefully, and then remembered what the man said his surname was!
It's Wang again!Yang Song remembered the mysterious middle-aged man surnamed Wang that Mr. Ye had told him, and it was also Wang. Now this middle-aged man had a prototype in his mind, that is, Mr. Wang who came once in a while. , but every time he came to his place, he just ate, and didn't say that he didn't do well!

The royal family of the hidden chef king!This family that exists in the legend, Yang Song always feels that in a certain day in the future, he should have countless intersections with them!

"Okay! Let's stop chatting, let's eat quickly! I'm starving to death!" Meng Shihan didn't care that much, she just thought about eating, so cute and beautiful crystal shrimp dumplings were placed in front of her, how could she not think about it? what to eat?

Only then did Mr. Meng come back to his senses, and said with a chuckle: "Okay, Mr. Ren likes to recall the past, everyone, hurry up and eat!"

As he spoke, Mr. Meng picked up a crystal shrimp dumpling, dipped it in red vinegar, put it in his mouth, his eyes widened suddenly, and he didn't speak for a long time, but the comfortable expression on his face made everyone understand that this dumpling is very delicious. tasty!

Meng Shihan was very disciplined, there was an old man on the table, and if the old man didn't move his chopsticks, he couldn't eat it!Shen Huaizhao is that everyone is the boss, if they don't eat, he certainly won't eat it, but what about Yang Song?It's even simpler. I am a chef. If the people who taste it don't eat it, I will eat it first. It's too unruly!So everyone has to wait for Mr. Meng to eat first, and then move their chopsticks!
Everyone saw that Mr. Meng started to eat, so they couldn't hold back. They put their chopsticks into the steamer, picked up a dumpling, and began to eat happily!
Yang Song didn't know how it tasted, but seeing the happy expressions on their faces, Yang Song knew that the taste would definitely not be bad!He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth!
sweet!Not as sweet as white sugar!It's the sweetness of shrimp meat!The fresh taste is a feeling that frozen shrimp does not have. The unique aroma of Mediterranean red shrimp fills the mouth. It is a feeling of the sea, which makes people feel like being in the ocean!The dumpling skin full of Q bomb hits my teeth, and the shrimp meat is full of toughness but not lacking in tenderness!tasty!It's really delicious!
After Yang Song finished eating one, he put down his chopsticks in satisfaction, and the system priced 160 yuan for a basket of dumplings, which really lived up to its reputation!
Now Yang Song is finally no longer obsessed with the price, as far as the price of Mediterranean red shrimp is concerned, it is already very cheap!
Pick up two shrimp dumplings and put them on Xiaosi's dinner plate. According to the principle, cats and dogs can't eat too much starchy food, and the shrimp dumpling skin is filled with cornstarch, but it doesn't matter, it's time to eat once in a while It doesn't matter, just treat it as a taste for Xiaosi!
Xiao Si had already smelled the aroma, but the owner didn't speak, and it didn't dare to do anything, so it could only sit helplessly at the door of its nest and wait for them to speak!

At this time, seeing Yang Song eating dumplings for himself, he happily put them in the food bowl and ate them. His little butt twisted and twisted. Although Yang Song said that the delicious ones would not be eaten by him, he just said something , not really not given.

Now, the whole family is eating Yang Song’s dumplings. There are [-] dumplings in total. Each of the four people ate more than a dozen, and they are still a little unsatisfied. Are you full?"

"Not yet, how can you be full with such delicious dumplings?" Meng Shihan smacked her mouth, shaking her head, still full of meaning.

Yang Song started to pack his things. After Shen Huaizhao saw it, he quickly stood up and began to help clean up the dishes.

"The food is delicious, just in moderation. It's so late now, I'm really full, so I'm going to sleep. Aren't you afraid of indigestion tomorrow?"

"I know! I was just talking casually!"

Meng Shihan was full, stood up, stretched, and walked slowly to the living room. Shen Huaizhao saw that Meng Lao took out a teacup and teapot, and hurried forward to help him make tea!
"Yo! Girl, do you know how to make tea?" Mr. Meng was a little surprised. He didn't expect this little girl to know how to make tea!

Shen Huaizhao smiled shyly, and said while making tea: "I used to work in teahouses for a while, and I didn't learn anything else. I learned a little when others made tea. I can't say how good it is, but I just know how to make tea!"

Old Meng nodded with a smile, quietly watched Shen Huaizhao making tea, until he saw Shen Huaizhao skillfully picked up the teapot, poured three times into the teacup, exactly one cup of tea.

(End of this chapter)