I, Yan Ye, want to marry Shichen’s daughter

The crispness of green peppers is relatively more difficult, because the heat of the green pepper shredded meat requires that the green peppers must be slightly dehydrated (basically fried to a bit soft), as long as it is slightly poor, it will inevitably lead to insufficient crispness. Some chefs try to hide this A defect, or to lower the threshold of this dish, especially the addition of bamboo shoots, lettuce and other ingredients that are easier to keep crisp in the recipe. This is why most of the popular green pepper shredded pork has such auxiliary materials. .

The compassion knife used by Feng Xue can maintain the integrity of vegetable cells with gentle movements and subtle vibrations, so that it can minimize the loss of water during the cutting process, thereby increasing the taste to the limit.

According to the Eighteen Bronze People, if this compassionate knife technique is practiced to the extreme, it can even cut food along the cell wall without harming any cell. Of course, they can't do it.

As for the abbot... do you dare to ask?

Slowly waking up from the memories brought by the food, Feng Xue found that the abbot was staring at him. When he was secretly worried about whether there was something inadvertently offending the big man, the abbot suddenly said: "It seems that these hundreds of days of practice have not been lazy. Although the cooking skills are not yet able to be easily retracted, they have already entered the room. Whether it is food processing or knife work, it is just right..."

When the abbot said this, Feng Xue had a meal in his heart. As usual, his next words were-"But."

"But!" As expected, the abbot spit out these two words, gently pinched a shredded pork into his mouth, and then shook his head regretfully, "You still haven't grasped the key point in terms of seasoning, although in terms of recipe What you did is right, but you lack personal characteristics. Your seasoning seems to be copied completely according to the broadest audience level in the recipe, without any spirituality, and without your own mark. This is a suitable place The signature dish in the restaurant is not a qualified dish."

"Spiritual?" Feng Xue sighed. Of course he understood what the abbot meant. In short, whether this dish is a salty or light-tasted diners, all you can feel is just the right delicacy. Although it is delicious, but It is the taste produced by accommodating the taste of the diners. In contrast, a real chef should use his own taste to conquer the guests.

This is the difference between celebrity chefs and restaurant chefs, the difference between private kitchen and hotel cuisine, and the difference between self-confidence in their cooking.

Every true chef should believe in his own taste, rather than blindly catering to the preferences of the diners, this will only make the dishes ordinary and mediocre.(You can refer to Kojiro Shinomiya’s shop experience)

I just know, but I can't do it.

Feng Xue has only really learned cooking for four months. In this mere hundreds of days, it is already quite difficult for Feng Xue to remember most of the popular seasonings. It is undoubtedly necessary to cultivate the taste that a chef should have. Whimsical, let alone fantasize out the desired taste like Liu Subaru, and then match it with the ingredients that he has eaten.

Seeing Feng Xue's expression, the abbot seemed to understand what he was thinking, but he smiled faintly. Although it looks a bit wretched, it seems to be full of Zen.

"Don't be discouraged, you have reached the limit that can be achieved in practice. Next, what you have to do is to eat as much as possible, eat all the mountains and seas, and naturally you can find the feeling you like. Every chef is In this way, cooks who have never eaten good things will naturally not be able to produce good taste."

At this point, the abbot's face suddenly turned dark. Feng Xue thought that something major had happened, but suddenly saw him opening the soup pot with a little pain, revealing a medium-sized casserole where the lid and the pot were connected with batter.

Seeing his painful look, Feng Xue didn't understand the key points there, and immediately said, "If this is the case, the kid will leave."

"Forget it, this is also your fate. Anyway, it's what you brought. Let's taste it together." The abbot sighed, opened the casserole, and an elegant but attractive fragrance suddenly escaped in the kitchen. Come, wash away the fume smell left by the green pepper shredded pork fry before, as if this is not a restaurant, but a quiet room with elegant incense.

The abbot took a porcelain bowl, carefully used bamboo chopsticks to take some of the main ingredients, and divided a little soup, before handing it to Feng Xue.

"That...I don't need it..." Although Feng Xue drooled, she didn't know whether the abbot was polite or sincere. She could only follow her original excuse, but she didn't want to be thin but very powerful. His hand pressed his shoulders: "If you let you eat, you will eat! If you don't eat, you won't give me face!"

"Then...then I would be disrespectful." Feng Xue immediately stopped rejecting the words, held up the porcelain bowl, looked at the pale golden soup, and stretched out a spoon in the painful eyes of the abbot.

Chapter 91 Flower Maw

The pale golden clear soup was crystal clear, but there was no residue inside. Except for a few pieces of golden ingredients that were a finger-thick and looked a bit like rattleskin (fried pigskin), there were no other ingredients.

The abbot directly held the casserole and took out a small porcelain jar from the inside and placed it on the chopping board. Then he took a sip of the casserole in his arms, and then looked at Feng Xue who was still in a trance, and said casually: " You can put some coriander down if you don’t have to."

"No need." Feng Xue shook her head, the abbot didn't put coriander, he dare to put it?

This golden ingredient is exactly the puffer fish and whale swim bladder he used as a "personnel", that is, the so-called fish maw, but although the flower maw he made is dried by magic, it has not been stored for a long time. It should be new. Glue is, but the flower gum in this bowl has a texture that only old glue has.

Undoubtedly, this is because the abbot has undergone some special treatment to become like this. According to the difference between the old glue and the new glue, the excess fish oil is forced out by internal force, and then the maturation is accelerated by the secret method. result.

The method is the typical isinglass soup. The top soup is made with pork bones and whole chicken, and then the residue and impurities are skimmed. The soaked isinglass is added to the stew in water. During the seasoning, only the ginger and green onions are removed, and A pinch of thin salt before serving.

The whole process sounds very simple, but it is a great test of the chef's patience. Even a master like the abbot will not leave the stove at all when cooking.

Feng Xue's abilities are still limited, and she can only see these from the surface. She no longer hesitates, handed the soup bowl to her mouth, and gently slurped like the abbot, and the rich soup slowly poured in. In his mouth.

Obviously, it is boiled with a rich topping soup, but the entrance is unusually easy. There is no thick soup that is inevitably greasy, but it has a fresh and elegant taste that allows people to drink it one bite at a time.

This is not a banquet meal, and the abbot did not mean to pair it with other dishes. This means that this elegant and elegant is not for the starter of "Qixia", so the point must be in the protagonist-the flower maw.

The spoon scooped a piece of flower maw that had been cut into inches wide and put it into his mouth. Before he could chew it, Feng Xue felt a rich and extremely umami taste.

It is completely different from the sashimi of the puffer whale. The quaint and delicious fragrance full of time is born after years of condensing, and the unique mature smell of ancient dry goods.

Gently bite the teeth, and the puffer fish glue will disperse with a slight sticky feeling, and the mouth will melt. This is the taste of the old glue. Only the insignificant adhesion still proves that it is a new glue.

It's just that the stickiness did not make the flower maw lose its wonderful taste, but added a bit of mellow taste to the richness of the soup essence.

The crushed flower gum glides over the tip of the tongue and flows down the esophagus with the soup. The rich, delicate, but with a slight contrast with the refreshing, it is inevitable that people will have a feeling of incomplete meaning. Involuntarily stretched out a spoon, and continued to eat bite by bite.

Feng Xue only felt that she was in the pure land of bliss, not the pure land of Buddhist bliss, but the pure land of bliss full of young ladies.

It was an ultimate experience with passion in elegance, warmth in softness, and amorous feelings in refreshing.

It can be viewed from a distance, and it can also be played.

Glamorous, indispensable.

Elegant, so is.

After a small bowl of soup, Feng Xue's face was refreshing, but this small bowl of soup seemed to make his gourmet cell a higher level.

Eating like his own person, this soup does carry the abbot's personal mark-just as the coquettish and coquettish hidden under the appearance of the Taoist monk.

"This kind of obviously doesn't seem to match, but what exactly is the smell like it should be?" Feng Xue frowned, and the answer seemed to be on her lips, but she couldn't say it anyway.

"Mint, Lao Na added mint." The abbot pointed his finger at the clay pot he had previously taken out of the casserole.

Feng Xue was curious, and immediately picked up the still a little wet jar, only to find that it was actually a good purple clay jar.After gently unscrewing, it was discovered that the structure of the jar was extremely delicate. After the lid was closed, it was tightly closed. Even if the whole was soaked in the casserole, the mint inside was still dry, and only a little bit of aroma could not be passed through by the temperature and pressure. The tiny holes were forced out and melted into this pot of clear soup, naturally there was no trace of it.

"Is the donor enlightened?" The abbot looked up at Feng Xue with a daze on his face, but he protected the casserole in his hand without a trace, as if he was worried that Feng Xue would ask for another bowl.

"..." Nodded, then shook his head.

When the abbot saw this, he seemed to understand Feng Xue's meaning, and stopped asking in detail, but said casually, "How does this poor monk's soup taste?"

"It's indescribable, but this is definitely the best soup I've ever drunk in my life." Feng Xue put the soup bowl on the table with a serious expression.

"Well, I heard that there is a saying that there is a life menu outside. We also have a so-called life banquet in Central Plains. I wonder if Lao Na's soup is qualified to be in your banquet?"

When Feng Xue heard the abbot say this, she shook her head without hesitation: "The deliciousness is enough, but I still hope that all the banquets in my life will be my own menu."

"Don't you understand the donor?" The abbot laughed when he heard the words. Although it still looks a little wretched, it also gives people a feeling of enlightenment.

Dedao demon monk, probably this style of painting.

"This, is it called enlightenment?" Feng Xue tilted her head unexpectedly, but the abbot shook her head: "Even under Lao Na's proud work, he can still maintain the upward mobility of a chef and still have the confidence to do it. Isn’t it enlightened to produce works beyond Lao Na, even so?"

"Just have confidence?" Feng Xue's expression was even stranger, but the abbot became more serious: "Why not? Your skills are already qualified, but the difference is only experience. If you have enough experience, naturally Enlightenment, the key is whether you have the heart that continues to go on before enlightenment."

"Thank you, Master, for the point." Feng Xue clasped his fists in both hands and respectfully saluted. Although there were still clouds and mountains and fog, he understood a little bit.

"If you understand, let's go, don't you still have important things to do? You just go down the mountain at dawn, and you won't even be able to get on the bus anymore!" The abbot suddenly returned to his wretched look and rolled his eyes. Said like driving a fly.

"Master, take care." Feng Xue nodded, returned to her room to pack up, and left some pufferfish and whale fins for the Eighteen Arhats before going down the mountain.

Chapter 92 Set Sail