Gourmet food starts from the green leather train chef

Chapter 113 God-level Breakfast (Happy New Year)
"Hehe, my old man said that if it's not a famous chef's famous dish, it's not worth trying with my tongue, but that's normal, and this is on the train!

My surname is Zhang, let you learn to be good. A gourmet naturally has the persistence and pursuit of a gourmet. Could it be that you let me eat instant noodles on the train from a self-heating pot?

Although Pengcheng's soup and fried buns are just a folk breakfast, they can only be regarded as a snack at best, but they are made by the "net celebrity chef" you recommended. have a taste. "

Wu Jiutong laughed and said, "Editor Wei, I heard that this Zhouzhou is from Pengcheng?
This is even better, if he can't even make the breakfast in his hometown up to standard, it proves that he is not qualified to let Li publish a special issue for him, and my old man's task will be considered complete. "

"Ha ha."

Wei Hong looked at the angry old man Zhang Zhouxuan, and felt a little embarrassed; but at this moment, there was nothing he could do, this 'poisonous snake' was brought on by her, so he had to find another opportunity to apologize to the old man afterwards.

The two old men were arguing with each other, arguing all the way from outside the dining car to the seats, only to realize that the four of them were arranged at the same dining table; the old man sitting opposite Zhang Zhouxuan was Wu Jiutong, Xu Ning Ze and Wei Hong looked at each other, really worried that the two old men would turn around and start fighting again.
"How could it be him!"

Beating eggs in the soup is a major feature of Pengcheng's breakfast. Xie Guangyun is an apprentice of Guangdong Chicken King, so the job of breaking eggs for diners falls on his head; standing in the kitchen breaking eggs, suddenly Through the strip glass window in the kitchen, I saw Wu Jiutong at a glance.

He would recognize this old thing even if it turned to ashes!
Three years ago, this poisonous snake went south to Guangdong Province, and went to the shops of the three senior brothers to find faults. In the end, the master personally came out, but this old thing still didn’t give any face. If there is more than enough, the aftertaste is not enough, and the defeat lies in the dipping sauce.

Xie Guangyun even suspected that the master's greatest obsession was this dipping sauce, otherwise why did he go crazy when he saw Zhou Shen's dipping sauce?And ordered him to stay and help the cook on the spot?

Although it is not a disadvantage to help God Zhou in the kitchen, these days he even faintly feels that his cooking skills are showing signs of breakthrough, but every yard counts, this can't offset his hatred for this 'old poisonous snake'.

"Who? Brother Xie, who are you talking about?

The fat man approached curiously, Xie Guangyun winked and said in a low voice, "Hush your voice... don't let God Zhou hear you.

Sitting opposite Mr. Zhang was a gourmet crap stirrer, messing with his chef was tantamount to messing with a show.

Zhou Shen can't afford to compete with this kind of person, just let him get out after breakfast.

Um, number 127?This old guy also ordered fried soup and beaten eggs. I have to be more cautious about this, and don't let him find any faults. "

"Just the old man?"

The fat man looked at Wu Jiutong and sneered lightly, and said to his heart, brother Xie, you still don't know my boss well enough.

What a gourmet, what a 'poisonous snake', if he tastes my boss's craft, he will immediately fall to his knees and sing conquest, believe it or not?

Want to find out what's wrong with my boss?It turned against him! ——
Wu Jiutong's mouth is indeed stinky, but his ability to taste delicious food is indeed top-notch. When the hot soup and fried buns with three golden sides are placed in front of him, the old poisonous snake is immediately taken aback .

It is rare to see fried buns that are crispy on three sides. The most rare thing is that the bottom of the fried buns protrudes about one centimeter toward the bottom edge of the buns. He can even see through the expanded pastry layer. Pure white porcelain plate!
It’s fine if it’s just one, but there are eight fried buns in two taels, and there’s only that!

Wu Jiutong looked solemnly at the fried buns placed in front of Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan, Xu Ning, and Wei Hong, and found that there was not a single fried bun!

"It's not easy, could it be that my old man hit the iron board this time?
No rush, no rush. There is no food in this world that I can't fault, let alone a young chef on a train?
It seems that there is nothing wrong with it, but as long as my old man tastes it, he will show his true colors! "

This is stubbornness. In fact, based on Wu Jiutong's food appreciation experience, from the perfect shape of the fried bun in front of him, it should be judged that this is impeccable food, but he just refuses to lose to Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan.

With a solemn mood, he picked up a fried bun, and Wu Jiutong put it in his mouth and bit it lightly.

"what!"

It is not difficult to make a deep-fried pastry bottom for fried buns. If it is just for the appearance, those old masters who have been making fried buns all year round can barely make three-sided deep-fried pastry bottoms, but the taste is not so flattering. The surface becomes hard and tough, which means that the bottom of the pastry becomes burnt due to insufficient fire control.

The bottom of the large flat-bottomed iron pan for making water-fried buns is too thin, and eighty to one hundred buns are produced in one pot. It is really difficult to control the fineness.

However, the steamed stuffed bun in the mouth was crispy with oily bottom, rich in burnt aroma but not even a trace of mush. Wu Jiu took a bite of his tongue and even heard a slight "click" sound, so he couldn't help speeding up his chewing speed. , the sharp edge of the oil bottom actually cut his tongue.

The crunchy feeling brought by the burnt oil base has not completely subsided, and it shatters and melts between the tongue and teeth, leaving only a long-lasting aroma; followed by the soft and wheat-scented sourdough bread wrap The thick gravy took over his taste buds.

It’s so wonderful. The bun skin that has absorbed the gravy has always been Wu Jiutong’s favorite. In his opinion, eating buns is never for the filling. The most delicious thing is the bun skin that borrows the flavor of the meat filling. !

Until today, he thought so.But now he found that he was wrong, when the stuffing spread out in his mouth, the scattered meatballs were so just right, like arrows of gourmet food, continuously stimulating the food he had surrendered to. taste buds.

The chemical reaction between scallions and pork is very wonderful. When these two ingredients are properly proportioned together, when someone can eat scallions without seeing scallions, scallions are no longer scallions, and pork is no longer Pork, they have broken out of their cocoons and become butterflies, becoming another brand new delicacy.

"this bun"

Wu Jiutong subconsciously wanted to praise this perfect work, which can be called a chef's level. He never expected that he would come here with the intention of being critical, but in the end he came across a god-level breakfast!
But when he saw Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan's playful gaze, he immediately swallowed the second half of the sentence abruptly.

"Hehe, how about this bun?

Old poisonous snake, haven't you always been eloquent? Why don't you stop talking halfway through? "

Wu Jiu tongue stuck his neck: "My surname is Zhang, what do you want me to say?
For breakfast in Pengcheng, double soup and decocted buns are indispensable. If one of them fails, then it is a failure!

Even if I want to comment, I have to wait until I have tasted this bowl of soup, right? "

"Well, it seems quite reasonable, then please continue."

Grandpa Zhang Zhouxuan chuckled: "Just be careful when eating, don't bite your own tongue!"

　Today is the New Year's Eve. I wish everyone a happy reunion, no disease and disaster, and a prosperous New Year.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)