Gourmet food starts from the green leather train chef

Chapter 169 Impeccable Soy Milk

"When the grinding disc rotates, there is no harsh friction sound, and the sound is low-pitched and rhythmic, which shows that it is not a fluke that Big Beard can be ranked 36th in Qinxing Weapons.

At the same time, it also shows that the control of his left and right hands is already at its peak. The speed at which the right hand pushes the millstone and the left hand pulls the beans into a line and puts them into the feed hole are perfectly coordinated. When the soybeans enter the millstone, the amount of water wrapped in the outer layer is just right. , so that the soybeans can react with water first under the action of the heat generated when the mill is grinding, thus eliminating the beany smell of raw soybean milk.”

Any chef is not a know-it-all, even a national culinary master like Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan, and even a hard-working genius like Cui Zhengshan, who has been rare for decades, can't possibly know how to use a millstone.

So those insiders can only take a rough look at it, and marvel at Cheng Dahuzi's skillful skills and sincere dedication to work.

But Zhou Zhou was different. When Cheng Lin started to grind soybean milk, he had already searched for the hand-grinding soybean milk production methods in two worlds. .

At this moment, he is only talking about hand-grinding soy milk, and he seems to be a master figure, a real expert who knows how to do it.

How could Cheng Lin think that what he was facing was a "hanging god", and Zhou Zhou could see clearly what was at the bottom of the box.

"If you talk about the technique alone, I still can't match the bearded man just by improving the perception value without obtaining the top recipe, but..."

Zhou Zhou glanced at Fatty and Master Sun who were standing dumbfoundedly at Cheng Rin, and secretly sighed in his heart: "I'm sorry, Master Cheng, I also know that it's a bit unfair to win, but who made me have to win?"

With these two BUFF boys around, even if his technique is not as fine as Cheng Lin, he can still overwhelm this person in taste when the soy milk comes out. Although it is not enough to make up for deliciousness +3 from master to chef level, it is also possible. It's not much different. You can imagine the expressions of the judges of Doucai and Cheng Lin when they drank the 'God-level' soymilk.
"Apprentice, boil the soy milk in a pot, add less water, and don't cook for too long."

This is Dou Cai, isn't it prepared to eat in the dining car? After grinding out about five or six bowls of soy milk, Cheng Lin stopped.

He also felt that there seemed to be something wrong, and those judges just looked at it, and those surprised and admiring eyes would only make him more proud; but he always felt that Zhou Zhou's eyes were wrong, as if he wanted to see through his methods. This feeling is even a bit like a woman's sixth sense.

Five or six bowls of soy milk is enough. Although the number of 'judges' seems to be more, this is just for them to taste, and Cheng Lin is not prepared to do enough.

If it wasn't for competing with Zhou Zhou, among these judges, only old man Zhang would be qualified to drink the soy milk he grinded with all his strength, and even the famous Wu Jiutong would only be half qualified.

Although Niu Yongren is a bit stupid, he is good at making the soy milk of the master. He first heats up the empty pot, and waits until the pot temperature is estimated to be [-] degrees, then pours the soy milk that has been taken out, and then immediately presses down on the simmer. Slowly stir with chopsticks, while slowly pouring the prepared cold boiled water into the pot.

"Worthy of Cheng Dabeard's millstone and Qinxing weapon spectrum master, this soy milk is really extraordinary and comparable."

Several judges exchanged glances, and at this time they also saw that the pot of soy milk was extraordinary.

Generally speaking, it is important to cook soy milk with a high fire until it is about to boil, and then change to a slow fire. This is to force out the bean smell with a rapidly increasing temperature, but Cheng Lin’s soy milk is different, and there is no need to remove the fishy smell. For the process, just use a slow fire directly.

This is because Cheng Lin's method is obviously superior. Even the raw soy milk that has just been ground does not have much beany smell, so you can abandon the process of boiling on a high fire and directly fry it with a slow fire. In this way, the cooked soy milk will definitely taste More delicate and sweet.

"Judges, the soy milk made by my old Cheng never needs to add sugar and salt, just eat the original flavor is the best, please taste it."

Cheng Lin waved his hand, and Niu Yong divided the pot of soy milk into more than a dozen bowls, and each bowl was only half filled, and sent to the dining table outside.

"It just so happens that my old man never likes to put sugar and salt in soy milk. Let's go, everyone, go and taste Master Cheng's handicraft."

In fact, there is no need to taste it. An expert can tell that this soy milk is by no means ordinary when he smells it. Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan glanced at Zhou Zhou, and his heart beat a little secretly.

'Could it be that my old man underestimated these people on the Qinxing weapon list, but don't be self-defeating, if Xiao Zhou loses, wouldn't it be my old man's fault? '

Cheng Lin looked at Zhou Zhou with a smile: "Master Zhou, don't you want to try it?"

"Haha, I'm going to taste the soybean milk that Master Cheng grinds himself."

Zhou Zhou laughed, and followed the judges to the dining table outside.

There was half a bowl of soy milk in the small celadon bowl, Zhou Zhou just glanced at it before he nodded secretly.

Really good workmanship.

This small half bowl of soy milk is dark yellow in color, rich in pulp but without a trace of bean dregs. This is the benefit of cooking with a slow fire. Because the heat is even, the fat in the soy milk will not be lost in a large amount, but will be cooked in a slow fire. Perfectly blended in the pulp, it not only keeps the taste of soy milk mellow, but also helps the plant protein to be successfully converted into amino acids, adding a bit of freshness and sweetness.

Zhou Zhou took a sip of the soy milk, it was really hot, soft, fragrant and slippery, and the rich slurry was even rolled on the tip of the tongue before it dissipated, and there was no sugar in it, but the aftertaste was very fragrant and sweet, It seems that this is not soy milk, but milk!
"This is called soy milk"

Zhou Zhou nodded slightly, even if Cheng Rin was his opponent at the moment, he had to admit that this was the most delicious soy milk he had ever drank in two lifetimes.

"It's unbelievable that the beany smell can be eliminated with clever techniques during the grinding stage."

Wu Jiutong, who has always been a 'poisonous snake', was uncharacteristically, boasting Cheng Dabeard in front of Zhou Zhou: "I have nothing to criticize here. If I have to say there is something wrong, it is too little, which is only half It's just a bowl, who are you fooling?"

Grandpa Zhang Zhouxuan also sighed again and again. Although he didn't want to admit it, he still nodded and said: "It seems that my old man is wrong. None of the characters on the Qinxing Weapons Book is an idler."

"Senior bearded man, you are so good at pushing, you should be a horse?"

Li Xueru held back for a long time, this time she finally reminded herself that she didn't talk nonsense and hurt others.

"Hey, this young lady's talk is really interesting, why do you say that my master is a horse?"

Niu Yong looked at Li Xueru in surprise, feeling that she was on the same channel as this young lady, and her tone of voice was very similar to mine?

Li Xueru replied without thinking, "Because there is no donkey in the 12 zodiac signs.

ah!I'm sorry, I'm sorry, senior bearded man, I'm not saying you're a donkey, I...I just want to praise you, me, me, me."

Why are you so boastful?
Cheng Rin's face turned blue.

(End of this chapter)