Food King

Chapter 217 The Delicacy of Peach Blossom Porridge and Xiao Long Bao
In Qingshan Town, the black shop opened again.

There was no roaring firecrackers, no deliberate preparations, and no guests coming and going to congratulate. Everything was low-key and natural. As the door of the black shop was opened, the sun shone in, shining on the place that hadn't seen the sun for three months. In the hall, the black shop in March was suspended and opened.

At this moment, the sun is shining high, the sun is shining brightly, pouring down, on the avenue in front of the black shop, some merchants and mercenaries who often pass by here, while walking, also sweep their eyes, looking at the black shop that has reopened silently, some puzzled.

"If you do business like this, I'm afraid you will lose your life. If you want to open it, you can open it. If you don't want to open it, it will take a few months. It's too capricious."

"Isn't it? I heard that the price of the dishes is outrageous. It seems that after eating, it can increase vitality. Of course, I don't know whether it is true or not."

"Let's go, this is not a place we can afford. Any dish is five low-grade primordial stones. I came here once before. When I walked to the door, I turned around. It's too expensive."

Among the passers-by, there were people who had been in Qingshan Town talking softly. After withdrawing their eyes from the front of the black shop, they walked out of the town again. Most of them were mercenaries with little income. Therefore, for the food in the black shop, they only looked at the price. Then he turned around and left.

The black shop opened auspiciously. Because it was too low-key, the hall with only two tables was empty. Wang Yan was not in a hurry. He was sitting cross-legged above the attic in the corner of the backyard with a happy smile. In front of him, there were almost two tables. Ten storage bags are neatly arranged.

In these storage bags, there are nearly 8000 yuan of low-grade primordial stones alone. In addition, Xu Hong from the Neilian Sect and Song Gan from the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion have five yuan in the storage bags. middle-grade primordial stone.

For Wang Yan, this amount of primordial stones alone made him elated. In addition, a piece of Yao Sanlu from the Lingyao Pavilion, and a low-level and mid-level footwork and martial skill Tianjiutao from the Nilianzong, It made Wang Yan's heart skip a beat.

Yao San Lu recorded nearly [-] methods of refining and proportioning Yao San. Wang Yan was not very interested in this, but Wang Yan was extremely fond of Ni Refining Sect's body skills and martial arts.

"Tianjiutao, a total of nine steps, practiced to a great success, one step can step ten feet, within a hundred feet, free shuttle." Wang Yan thought to himself, looking at the blue booklet in front of him, and turning a page again while meditating .

The black shop opened, the business was deserted, and it happened to be used to practice the so-called Tianjiuta. With anticipation, Wang Yan immersed himself in the page of the first step again.

The so-called Heavenly Nine Steps has a total of nine steps, each step needs to open up a hidden meridian, so that it can resonate with the vitality between the heaven and the earth, and match it with your unique steps, so that every step will produce a mysterious trajectory .

Above the attic, Wang Yan began to comprehend the mystery of the first step. After studying for a while, he began to mobilize the energy in his body to attack the first meridian in the leg.

Time passed quietly, two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and in the attic, Wang Yan, who had closed his eyes, slowly opened them. At the same time, the first diner was ushered in in the black shop.

"I didn't expect it to open again after being closed for three months." In the dark shop, Chef Zi, who hadn't seen him for a long time, walked in, looked at Huba in front of him, was slightly startled, and then said with a dry smile.

On the blackboard, there were still a limited number of dishes. In addition to golden fried rice and steamed buns, water-boiled hundred-day red and peach blossom porridge, in addition, sauce-flavored partridge meat, and a limited supply of horse chestnut wine.

A few simple dishes fell into the eyes of Chef Zi, but made him smile. For a while, thinking about this bite made him almost paranoid. It seemed uninteresting.

"Everything to eat is on the blackboard." After the trip to Zhao Guozhi, Huba is quite familiar with this line of work, but his attitude seems to be a little careless because of the long time with Wang Yan.

"A small steamed bun, a bowl of peach blossom porridge." Zi Chuan didn't care about Huba's attitude. After ordering quickly, he looked at adding another, and after taking out 25 low-grade primordial stones, he looked around. look up.

"Miss sister, isn't our Chef Fang here?" Zi Chuan asked tentatively with a smile on his face. After more than three months, he didn't see Fang Yuan again, and he didn't know what rank Fang Yuan had stepped into now. Moreover, in his heart, Fang Yuan is supreme, even that seemingly thin apprentice is not good at cooking.

"Chef Fang?" There was a strange look on Huba's exquisite face. It seemed that the two of them should know each other, but Fangyuan's dark cuisine that made her avoid it was actually called a master by someone. , This point made Huba a little dumbfounded, and immediately nodded.

"I don't know, but Chef Fang is in charge of the kitchen today?" Zi Chuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and even his palms trembled because of excitement.

"Well, do you really want to taste Chef Fang's craftsmanship?" Huba frowned imperceptibly, and asked again, and as her voice fell, Chef Zi revealed a look of excitement, and immediately nodded viciously .

"It is a great blessing in life to be able to taste Chef Fang's craftsmanship, and I am no exception." Chef Zi was elated, spit flying, and the excitement on his face was indescribable.

At this moment, the curtain of the kitchen was lifted, and Fangyuan walked out with a blank face. When he saw Zichuan in the hall, his face straightened, his hands were behind his back, and he looked at Zichuan pretending to be profound, with a faint look. Nodded, full of master's demeanor.

"Chef Fang Fang." Zi Chuan couldn't speak very well. He quickly stood up and gave a deep salute. The expression on his face was full of piety and enthusiasm. In his opinion, Fang Yuan's cooking skills were unfathomable , if he could have some joint relationship with it, he would definitely wish for it.

"Sit down, you're a guest, so don't be restrained." Fang Yuan said indifferently, winking at Huba indistinctly, as if he was very pleased with this kind of respect.

After entering the kitchen again, looking at Wang Yan who had already entered the kitchen and started cooking, Fang Yuan gave a coy smile, and immediately began to work seriously on the sidelines.

Xiaolongtangbao is particular about the thin skin and big filling, the dough is firm and the filling is fresh and tender, and the juice is delicious. For these, Wang Yan is familiar with the process, and there is no pressure in making them.

The dough that has been prepared is kneaded from high-gluten flour, especially after being transformed into a sarcophagus, the dough is white and shiny. The visual impact alone will make people know that this high-gluten flour is not ordinary.

Skillfully grasp the jigzi, roll out the dough, put the reconciled crystal filling into it, quickly pinch the folds with the thumb and index finger of the right hand, the speed is extremely fast, in the blink of an eye, a dough is strong and white, and the folds are densely covered like a chrysanthemum The steamed bun was squeezed out.

Fang Yuan watched intently from the sidelines, the fire was rising in the pot, and soon, a cage of four steamed buns was wrapped, with fresh lotus leaves on the bottom of the cage, placed on the steamer, Not long after, a faint fragrance of noodle skin mixed with the fragrance of lotus leaves began to overflow from it.

The dishes on the blackboard, except for the peach blossom porridge, which is priced at 15 low-grade primordial stones, the rest have already risen to [-] low-grade primeval stones per serving.

Nine-leaf Mitao has only nine leaves. This top-grade fruit tree blooms every half a year, and bears fruit every half a year. It takes another half a year to mature, and the same is true for the leaves. It takes a year and a half to grow. One can imagine how precious nine leaves are.

In the hall, Zichuan's face was filled with anticipation, and the aroma of steamed dumplings in the kitchen kept coming out, stimulating his taste buds and making him salivate faster invisibly.

"Xiao Long Tang Bao, Peach Blossom Porridge." On the first day of opening, Wang Yan came out with the dishes in person, put them on the table, and introduced them.

"Tsk tsk. I haven't seen you for a few months. You look like a chef." Zi Chuan looked at Wang Yan, who was calm in front of him, and said with a wink. Behind him, he has the demeanor of some masters.

"You didn't make this thing, did you?" Seeing Wang Yan was unmoved, Zi Chuan spoke again, with a look of surprise on his face at the same time. In his opinion, if Wang Yan cooked this, it would be worth it. Not at that price anymore.

And as Zi Chuan's voice fell, Wang Yan nodded. Seeing this, Zi Chuan thumped in his heart, and then shook his head with a wry smile: "It seems that you, a little apprentice, have already started to slowly try to cook. gone."

Zi Chuan said dumbfounded, thinking he was unlucky, picked up the emerald green bamboo chopsticks, and lightly poked the dough of the dumpling.

"Huh? It's interesting. From the looks of it, I should have some true biography from the master." Zi Chuan thought to himself, the skin of the steamed buns is very tactile, and when you poke it with chopsticks, you can feel the slight elasticity. Zi Chuan knows this himself, he can't do it.

With anticipation, he picked up a small steamed bun exuding the aroma of wheat, and took a bite. A strong and fresh aroma of wheat permeated his mouth directly, making his eyes brighten up.

"This flour seems to be good." Zichuan muttered, looking at Wang Yan, and Wang Yan nodded.

"The top-grade Yanjiao wheat is produced in the Heitu Territory in the east of Zhao State. The entire Heitu Ridge is only a hundred feet in size, and the area where this kind of wheat is grown in Shihe is only less than ten feet wide." Wang Yan said lightly, and followed him After the voice fell, Zichuan was slightly taken aback, and then nodded thoughtfully.

"No wonder." Zi Chuan licked his lips, then dripped some balsamic vinegar professionally, and then began to suck slowly.

The delicious soup is boiling hot, and after being neutralized by the vinegar flavor, the fatty part inside is also covered a lot. During chewing, the tip of the teeth penetrates the dough, and you can feel the bursts of firmness from it, and despite the thin skin , but the meat filling mixed with the soup did not overflow at all.

The four steamed buns were put into the stomach, Chef Zi lingered fragrantly, as if he had forgotten that he was still resisting the delicious food cooked by Wang Yan just now, his eyes moved, and fell on the glass container in front of him.

"Is this peach porridge?"

Zi Chuan looked at the porridge in the glass container in front of him. The porridge made of white rice exudes a faint sweet taste. Inside the white porridge, the leaves of the nine-leaf peach were chopped, and some small diced fruit of the nine-leaf peach were added. Even more because of Wang Yan's extraordinary craftsmanship, the cooked porridge glowed faintly with fluorescence.

"Gudu."

(End of this chapter)