In the small courtyard in the capital, Yu Yuan was sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs leisurely, staring at the TV in front of him.
Inside is his favorite cartoon this year - "The Little Master of China". He has also watched this movie before. It is on his sister's tablet, but for some reason, when he wants to look for it again, it has disappeared.
Got it!
On the screen, the little boss embarks on a journey to find the true meaning of food, carrying a small backpack on his shoulders, alone, but full of energy.
The little guy chirped twice and said in an old-fashioned way: "This is the splendid life..." He has always wanted to go abroad to participate in competitions with his sister. Even if he can't play, he can still cheer for him from behind, instead of now,
I can only be suppressed in a small room...
Since his rude words last time, Yu Jianguo discussed with his wife and greatly reduced the scope of his activities outside, and... also frantically signed him up for many interest classes. Now, apart from school, he has no time to fool around outside.
Swinging.
The spring was so bright, but he was locked in a cage like a little bird, leaving only a floating heart.
Yu Yuan sighed for a long time, dragging his little head and looking out the window at the infinite scenery. His thoughts had long since drifted to the competition site thousands of miles away.
In the Flower City of Rooster Country, Yu Jian finally recovered from her thoughts. She gathered the chefs together, leaned their heads together, and whispered something.
Fang Zilu looked horrified.
Chef Lai did an arm wrestling match.
Master Ah Si showed a contented smile.
"Let's get started." Yu Jian flipped the kitchen knife in her hand and said decisively.
Among Huaiyang cuisine, there is a dish that extremely tests knife skills and patience. Now, with the changes of time, this dish has long been lost in the long river of history. It can only be found in historical stories and unofficial records.
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This is the nine-button three-wire pagoda.
It was nothing more than Fang Zilu being frightened. Although he had never cooked or eaten this dish, he had heard about it for a long time. It was one of the most representative dishes in the Magic City. A dish with two characteristics
Seventeen flavors, as beautiful as a fairyland.
but--
This is too difficult!!
Twenty-seven flavors means using twenty kinds of ingredients, and cutting them all into hair-thin shreds!!
At this moment, he just wanted to look up to the sky and shout: Concubine... I can't do it...
"Xiao Fangzi, move!" When Chef Lai saw that he was still lingering and refused to move, his eyes widened and the flesh on his face trembled three times.
Chef Huaiyang, at this moment, suddenly took on some unusual momentum. A little bit... like Yu Jian??
Fang Zilu slumped his shoulders in frustration, and replied slowly: "Yes——"
The three of them went to the food room to pick out the ingredients they needed, while Yu Jian... was preparing to make soup.
The protagonist of this round of competition is vegetables, but it does not mean that meat and fish cannot be used. On the other hand, other teams have already had chicken, duck and fish. She smiled slightly, and it was indeed not easy to be on the world stage.
generation.
The dragon fish, always known as the little dragon, can weigh more than a hundred kilograms. There is one in the food room. Yu Jian introduced the dragon belly, and she wanted to use the fish stomach to make a dish that only appeared in ancient recipes - rejuvenation.
Soup.
Take the ginseng, Codonopsis pilosula and Radix Pseudostellariae and put them into the dragon's belly. Add onion, ginger and cooking wine to blanch the water to remove the fishy smell, and then slowly simmer it over low heat. The book says it needs to be simmered for three days and three nights, so I just took some tricks.
I used a pressure cooker to fully release the essence of dragon tripe and ginseng in the shortest possible time.
The clear yellow soup gradually becomes translucent and exudes a unique fragrance.
At this time, Chef Lai came back with Fang Zilu. Xiao Fang was still sighing at the complexity of the dishes, but was glared at by Chef Lai, and became silent for a moment, and went to clean the ingredients with Master A Si.
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When all the ingredients were placed on the cooking table, there were seven different colors: gold, white, purple, transparent, yellow, gray, and red. Fang Zilu suddenly took another breath and stepped aside.
Small steps.
Chef Lai bared his eight smoky yellow teeth, his eyes flashed with light, the blade of the knife in his hand flashed, and he shouted: "Watch it!"
Huaiyang's knife skills are fast, ruthless and accurate. In the flash of lightning, hairs and filaments fly away.
Master Ah Si, not to be outdone, felt that with just a slight movement of his hand, rows of golden filaments were revealed.
Yu Jian took a deep breath, gently pressed the ingredients in her hand with her left hand, and turned the kitchen knife in her right hand quickly and steadily.
Fang Zilu swallowed and slowly touched his knife.
Eliminate!
These are the kings of Zijuan!
Who doesn’t know how to chop vegetables??
Soon, the ingredients of different shapes were transformed into filaments as thin as cicada wings under the hands of the chefs. Then three kinds of filaments of the same color were spread on the bottom of the bowl, and the rejuvenation soup prepared by Yu Jian was poured over it.
, put into steamer and steam until cooked.
Finally, there is the nine buttons, which is also the biggest problem of this dish.
Yu Jian moved away and gave up her position to Master Ah Si. Ah Si had followed Chen Ah Chun for many years, and due to his personality, his big hands full of scars were as steady as an old dog.
Stack it once, buckle it twice, fold it again, buckle it again, and steadily buckle it into a colorful nine-story tower. Finally, garnish it with a round mushroom, and put the most perfect cap on the top of the tower.
Fang Zilu had already scooped up a spoonful of thickened gravy in his hand, and slowly poured it from the top of the tower, adding the last touch of mystery to the pagoda.
It's just like what Shi Tanhua said: "The nine-story pagoda towers out of the blue sky, and the ghosts of the seven Buddhas are above it. The mountains are cold and the clouds are cold at midnight, and I can only hear the fragrance of heavenly music."
The audience was stunned. These bumpkins who have lived in foreign lands all year round had never seen such a beautiful scenery in a prosperous world. Even the judges sat up straight and looked up in anticipation.
The bell rang, and a clear female voice said: "Huaxia, nine buckles and three silk pagodas."
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As a silk thread opens, hundreds of layers of thin silk slowly unfold like feathers and spread into the clear and moist soup, just like spiritual flowers blooming and celestial energy curling up.
Andy picked out the yellow filaments from the porcelain plate and slowly put it into his mouth. It was sweet and slightly bitter, but it turned into moist in an instant. The soup between the vegetable shreds was like a nectar, and it was
It is as sweet as a sweet spring, stimulating the body to emit unlimited heat.
He was overjoyed and felt that just a drop of soup made him several years younger.
One mouth will make your face glowing red, two mouths will be radiant, and three mouths will bring you rejuvenation.
Just as he was immersed in the Jiu Kou San Si Pagoda moistened with the rejuvenating soup, the judges around him who had been silent just now suddenly rushed in another direction.
"The Neon Kingdom is complete!" A high-pitched and cold male voice sounded, and Yu Jian responded. It was a neon man with a square face and a Chinese character.
I only heard him say again: "This is the oldest dish in Neon Country - Vegetarian Steamed Yindu."
Her eyes suddenly shrank, Yu Jian's whole body shivered as if she had been electrocuted, and she stared aggressively at the tray where the dishes were placed in the Neon Kingdom.
Light smoke curls up, Penglai singers dance, plain steaming vocals, and a sample of the Tongchuan painting.