The Hsinchu drawer that had just been put on the market this year was opened, and the strong aroma of wheat immediately filled the whole kitchen. The eyes of Er Lezi and Li Yuanfang, who came after hearing the news, were wide-eyed. They felt that the snow-white steamed buns were so special.

Like a big girl's private parts, they are not only white, but also very flexible.

Regardless of the fact that the steamed bun was still a bit hot to the touch, Li Yuanfang sighed and picked up a steamed bun. He squeezed it hard and a snow dimple was dented in the top of the bun. When he let go of his fingers, it immediately bounced back without any cracks or wrinkles.

It's as if it's not dough, but extremely tough old cowhide...

"It's so elastic and feels..."

Li Yuanfang clicked his tongue in admiration. Just as he was about to go off track, his wife glared at her and quickly changed her words: "Brother Zhou, what kind of exotic wheat are you talking about? I just heard Er Leizi say that this wheat has not even been exposed to sunlight.

sun

I took off the kernels and beat the dough. I thought it was going to be spoiled, but I didn't expect that the steamed buns turned out to be more elastic than the most famous "high-grade" steamed buns in Chudu. If you eat this with spicy soup, it would be really delicious.

What a beautiful person!"

The 'high-grade' steamed buns that Li Yuanfang mentioned are a specialty of Shandong Province. When making this kind of steamed buns, you need to choose the best flour, and after mixing the noodles, you have to use bamboo sticks to crush them layer by layer. The steamed buns are finally steamed, and are even better than

Ordinary steamed buns are smaller in diameter and have a pointed top, shaped like a bullet. They can be twice as tall as ordinary steamed buns when placed on the table, so they are called high-end buns.

This kind of steamed bun is the best among steamed buns. When you peel it off in layers, it is very chewy and the more fragrant it becomes. To eat this kind of steamed bun, you don’t need any big vegetables at all, just a piece of pickle and even

Just stutter empty words, if

Coupled with Chudu's most famous 'what soup', it is a perfect match. No matter how small you tear the high-grade steamed buns into and soak them in the soup, until you take the last sip of the soup, the steamed buns will not be left behind.

It's loose, but still has a chewy texture, and it still gets better and better the more you eat it!

Li Yuanfang is now thinking: "Well... the 'what soup' at Chudu Old Pioneer Restaurant is the most authentic. I'm afraid only the soup there can match the steamed fairy noodles made by Brother Zhou."

"I really want to eat these fairy steamed buns." Unfortunately, Yunshui Village is still a hundred miles away from Chudu. The Old Pioneer Hotel is only open in the morning, so if you rush there just to drink soup, it would be too much.

A bit more luxurious.

"I bought the wheat seed at a high price from abroad. It is a very weird heterogeneous species. It is still something in the laboratory. It has not been really promoted even abroad. Moreover, this wheat seed is most particular about the 'first generation gene'. So it cannot be kept.

If you plant it, you won’t be able to plant it even if you keep it..."

Zhou Yi smiled and said. The 'laboratory' he mentioned was naturally the system store. This is another way of saying it, and it is not deceiving. Otherwise, when fellow villagers asked about the seeds, would he give them to them or not?

"So precious? I couldn't bear to eat it after hearing it..."

Li Yuanfang gently stroked the steamed buns in his hand, with an intoxicated expression on his face; Er Leizi didn't care about so many, one bite at a time, and in the blink of an eye, he stuffed five or six steamed buns into his stomach. He kept praising Uncle Zhou's steamed buns for how delicious they were, which made him angry.

Li Yuanfang must be ruthless

He kicked him hard: "You're just a foodie! Aren't you chewing peony? Such good steamed buns should be eaten with Chudu soup, or at worst, a bowl of spicy soup to accompany it.

Pin, do you eat like this? You are a pig!"

"My uncle Zhou invited me to eat, why are you kicking me... This steamed bun is really delicious. Even better than ginseng fruit..."

Although Er Leizi is not a picky eater, he can still tell the difference between good and bad food. This steamed bun is chewy and tastes good. After chewing it for a few times, the strong aroma of wheat goes straight to the head, which is better than anything else.

The meat buns are all delicious. After eating five or six just now, he feels only half full.

"What kind of soup is there in Chudu..."

Zhou Yi sniffed. He couldn't help but recall that when he was a child in school, he would always buy a high-end steamed bun and drink some soup from the Pioneer Restaurant for breakfast. Now he is already a master of cooking, but when he thinks about it,

I still feel the aroma of the soup reverberating in my mouth and the wonderful enjoyment brought by the high-grade steamed buns hitting my mouth.

It has been many years since I entered university, and then went to graduate school. Then I stayed at home for a while and was too lazy to get up early every day. Then I went to Yunshui Village. I haven’t eaten at the Old Pioneer Restaurant in ten years.

The soup was over... At this moment, Li Yuanfang suddenly brought back memories of the past, and Zhou Yi suddenly felt childlike.

"Brother Yuanfang, let's get up early tomorrow and go to Chudu to drink some soup!"

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "Drive all the cars in the village and bring the elderly people from the nursing home with you. I'll treat you!"

Do whatever you want, this is life. Now that you have the idea, go and eat it. In fact, it is not that Zhou Yi can't make some soup. If he really wants to make it, it will even be better than the one at the Old Pioneer Restaurant.

It's true; this is a hobby. If you want to eat or drink something, you have to do it yourself, which is too hard.

"Okay, tomorrow we will rise as soon as the rooster crows and rush to the Chudu Pioneer Hotel!"

Li Yuanfang slapped his thigh and responded loudly to Zhou Yi. He was also greedy.

***

The three treasures of Chudu are fried buns with leek and yellow in soup. I won’t talk about the leek in it. Nowadays, with the development of transportation information, other cities are beginning to eat it, and it has become a common dish on the table; but this soup and fried dumpling are

Bao is a unique and famous breakfast in Chudu.

Especially the soup. It is said that when Emperor Qianlong went to the south of the Yangtze River, he paid a private visit to Chudu incognito. After drinking the soup, he felt it was delicious and had an endless aftertaste, so he asked what the soup was called. I didn’t expect that this soup was passed down from generation to generation, but

There was no name for it, so the soup chef had to say it was called "what soup".

The emperor's question was in vain, but he thought that this was the name of the soup. After returning to the capital, he became extremely greedy every time he talked about this soup. He didn't know how many masters in the imperial kitchen were reprimanded because they couldn't make this kind of soup.

From then on, this "what soup" became famous all over the world and no one knew about it.

So if you don’t drink some soup, your trip to Chudu is in vain; but if you want to drink pure soup, you can only go to Chudu Pioneer Hotel.

Early in the morning, all the moving vehicles in Yunshui Village started moving. In the front was Zhouyi's Land Rover, followed by a group of motorized three-wheeled electric three-wheeled walking tractors. They startled countless passers-by along the way and even the traffic police were dizzy.

, came over to ask for a fine, Zhou Yi had already prepared it, and wherever the old man's head went, there was no obstruction.

Nearly two hundred young and old men from the village came. Not only the lobby, but also the newly launched private rooms of the Pioneer Hotel were all booked. The waiters were really surprised and busy for a while, and then they brought the food to the urging of the villagers.

For breakfast, in addition to the indispensable soup, there are also deep-fried eight-strand fried dough sticks, delicious and intoxicating crab roe buns, and hot and fragrant fried buns with fresh meat.

Zhou Yi asked the hotel to heat up the steamed buns he brought and served them on the table. The tangy aroma of wheat immediately overpowered the aroma of crab roe buns and fried buns. Of course, the waiters' eyes were wide open, and even the hotel manager

They were all alarmed. They took Zhou Yi's hand and asked

Whose craftsmanship is this? After finally hearing from the folks that it was made by Zhou Yi, the manager thought about buying some of Zhou Yi's 'immortal' steamed buns as the restaurant's flagship product. Naturally, he was politely declined. However, the manager was quite a gangster, so he was on the spot.

I gave Zhou Yi and others a 20% discount.

Zhou Yi didn't eat steamed buns either. He tore up a piece of steamed bun and threw it into some kind of soup made from old pig bones. He stirred it a few times with chopsticks until the white steamed bun slices were soaked by the soup, then he picked up a piece and threw it into his mouth.

, after only chewing a mouthful, he narrowed his eyes in comfort: "This is the taste..."

Rolling up thousands of piles of snow and adding the strength of Zhou Yi's hands, the steamed buns made were like jade. When they were broken into pieces and soaked in the soup, the dark soup suddenly seemed to have many jade pieces, reflecting the inside of the private room.

The lights, every piece is flowing

The light rolls and shines brightly. It looks good and is even more delicious when you eat it in your mouth. The fresh, salty and fragrant soup and the wheat flavor of the steamed buns are organically blended together. This is the best breakfast in the world! What crab roe

Whether it's steamed buns or fried buns, you have to stand aside.

Zhou Yi, the master of cooking skills, was so obsessed with it, let alone the folks in Yunshui Village. Steamed buns were flying inside and outside the box, and soup was splashing everywhere, and there was the sound of eating and drinking everywhere. It was a lively moment

, suddenly heard someone shouting loudly on the first floor: "What's going on? Is your Pioneer Hotel...

Are you treating them differently? Why do these old country guys have high-end steamed buns to eat, but we don't? Call your manager! Don't explain to me what they bring themselves. I saw it very clearly just now. It's obviously you who serve it from the back kitchen.

The steamed buns come out hot, why don't you sell them to us and bully the outsiders?"

Zhou Yi, Li Yuanfang and several older people in the village were all sitting in the private rooms on the second floor. But the Pioneer Hotel mainly sells breakfast after all, and it is not a particularly big restaurant. The second floor is not too high, and the sound insulation effect is not good.

Oh no, so not only Zhou Yi heard what this man said, but Li Yuanfang also heard it.

Li Yuanfang chuckled: "Brother Zhou, your steamed buns have caused trouble for this restaurant. You see, other guests have their opinions."

Zhou Yi smiled. He also heard that the person just now had a Kyoto accent, and he should be a man who was the emperor's descendant. How many men are there in Kyoto? Those are real men who are not willing to suffer, and they are fighting for this steamed bun.

It's normal. But I am just a diner, and my customers are

Lifting the table and scolding people is something that the manager should have a headache for, and it’s none of his business? So he just smiled and kept eating his steamed buns in some soup, and the more he ate, the more satisfied he became. This has been going on for more than ten years, Pioneer

The quality of the hotel's soup is still the same as before, which is rare.

He didn't want to stand out and just wanted to have a peaceful breakfast, but the commotion downstairs was getting worse and worse. He heard another voice saying: "Manager Huang, you are not doing this right. You don't have to give me my face, Mr. Fan from Kyoto."

You don’t give me any face? You said there are no seats today, but I won’t argue with you.

But you refuse to give me these steamed buns. Isn’t this an embarrassment to Chudu’s food industry? Mr. Fan’s trip south this time is to taste snacks all over the world and study more exquisite food to serve the big shots in Kyoto, but you hide it
Chapter completed!