Food King

Chapter 22
Yaoyang hangs high in the sky, pouring down the gentle light, and the willow trees next to the black store sway with the breeze, and the pleasant wind blows, making people feel comfortable and happy.

In the black shop, Fang Yuan followed eagerly. He was very yearning for Wang Yan's craftsmanship. The two came to the kitchen one after the other, looking at the crystal clear roe deer meat in the pot Soup, Fang Yuan gulped down a mouthful of saliva.

"Not bad." Looking at the clean-up kitchen, Wang Yan nodded and praised Fang Yuan for the first time.

"Today I will mainly tell you some basic skills. As an excellent chef, first of all, you need to practice the most basic knife skills when you can identify simple raw materials." Wang Yan folded his hands on his chest and said lightly Said, Fangyuan on the side nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Starting tomorrow, I will use a rolling pin to flatten myself and a small piece of noodles, then cut and match them repeatedly, so as to practice your knife skills and at the same time get acquainted with the basic kneading of noodles." Wang Yan said again He opened his mouth and said that he can teach Fang Yuan the basics of being a chef. Even if it is some cooking techniques, he is willing to teach them all. , nor can he cook delicacies like what he cooks.

"Practice knife skills with dough?" Fang Yuan was stunned. Although he had no experience in cooking, he was very keen on eating. Because of this, while his taste was tricky, he also had a good tongue. For many raw materials, Fang Yuan It can be recognized by one taste, of course, even Wang Yan doesn't know this.

"You didn't understand what I said?" Wang Yan frowned, causing Fang Yuan to cough dryly and shake his head again and again. He felt an indescribable fear of this black-hearted shopkeeper.
"Understood, just to confirm again." Fang Yuan said with a smile, rolled his eyes at Wang Yan, turned around, reached out and patted his small chest.

"Now, I'll teach you how to make the dough." Wang Yan said again, while Fang Yuan hurried over and stood aside, looking at the big pot in front of him with excitement on his big face.

Wang Yan turned his palm over, took out a small bag of flour from the storage bag, and poured some into the basin. Then, he poked his palm into the storage bag again, and a bottle of mountain spring water appeared in his hand.

Drops of water, like a goddess scattering flowers, poured down the air. The crystal water drops were cool and clear, raising elegant arcs in the air, and dripping into the snow-white flour. At the same time, Wang Yan's right hand Naturally laid out, after drawing a half circle, between five fingers together, like a one-handed Tai Chi, stirring slowly but very frequently in the flour, that chic and elegant movement made Fangyuan's eyes brighten up .

The body of the mountain spring water bottle in Wang Yan's left hand is tilted, and with the shaking of his wrist, water sprays are constantly pouring out. On the side, Fang Yuan's face showed seriousness and envy.

Wang Yan's speed was extremely fast, and the white and smooth flour was quickly stirred by him into a slightly rough dough. After stirring again, Wang Yan picked up the dough with his palm and began to beat it constantly. After all the tiny flour crumbs were stained and clean, the beating was mixed with occasional gentle movements. After a while, a ball of white and smooth dough appeared in his hands, and the inside of the basin was as clean as new, as if it hadn't moved at all. Just average cleanliness.

"See, just follow this standard. After the dough is mixed, the bowl should be as clean as new, and the dough should be as smooth as a mirror." Wang Yan turned sideways and looked at the square in front of him with a surprised face that could hold an egg in his mouth. Said lightly.

Looking at Fang Yuan and nodding, Wang Yan stretched out his palm again, put the dough on the clean chopping board, and started to rub the dough. His technique was very skillful and quick, and his two hands crossed each other. After a while, the smooth white He kneaded the dough into finger-thin strips, rolled them up in circles like a greedy snake, put them in a big bowl by Wang Yan, and covered them with a lid.

"Boss, what do we have for lunch?" His stomach growled again, and Fang Yuan couldn't help but said, since he entered the black shop, it's been noon, and now he's very hungry and uncomfortable.

"Piaoxiang noodles." After Wang Yan put down three words, he turned around again and began to prepare the raw materials needed for the new dish. The sauce of Piaoxiang noodles is very special, mainly made of boar pork which is the most common in Qingshan Town .

As a low-level wild boar among small animals, it is also one of the special products outside Shiwan Dashan. The meat of wild boar is slightly tight. Although it is not fresh and tender, it is very chewy. There is no shortage of inflammatory storage bags.

On the knife rest, a row of knives shone with a cold light. Wang Yan's fingers slowly slid across the knife rest, stopped on the third knife, and pulled it out with his palm.

"It would be great if I could have a decent knife." Wang Yan thought to himself, these knives were forged by blacksmiths in Qingshan Town, they looked sharp, but in fact they could only be regarded as sharp weapons, Wang Yan thought to himself I understand that if one day comes into contact with a second-level monster, the seemingly sharp knife in his hand may not even be able to break through the monster's flesh defense.

On the chopping board, a piece of palm-sized wild mountain pork was quietly placed. The kitchen knife in Wang Yan's hand crossed a semicircular arc, and the moment it fell quietly, he split it in two. He walked down and walked over the piece of wild boar pork, and when he stopped, the wild boar pork had already been cut into evenly diced meat.

Fang Yuan followed, moving his obese body from time to time, studying the whole process with a serious look on his face. After processing the rest of the raw materials, Wang Yan came to the front of the frying pan, picked up a piece of oily fragrant wood and put it in with his fingertips. In the place where the vitality was lingering, with a light flick, the light blue flame rushed into the stove instantly, igniting the fragrant wood in it, and as a faint fragrance diffused, the fragrant wood made a creaking sound , a stream of red flames lingered directly on it.

After the raw materials for Wang Yan’s fried fragrant noodles were processed, some water was poured into them, and while the fire was simmering slowly, some oily flowers began to float up above the soup with small bubbles, and at the same time , A fragrance quietly permeated with the hot air.

"I've already made the dough, I'll make it again, and you'll follow me later." Seeing the stewed soup in the pot boil, Wang Yan said lightly, and then, after washing his palms, rubbed them into The long strip of rolled noodles was taken out, and while holding the noodles, he shook it quietly. After the whole body turned around in place, the noodles were pulled away immediately, like a flying snake, the last part of the noodles The front end slipped into the soup pot.

Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, looking at the elegant and natural Wang Yan who was shaking the noodles in his hands constantly, and the noodles seemed to have eyes, and at the same time, they were getting thinner and thinner, and slowly slipped into the stewed soup
"It turns out that noodles can still be done like this." Fang Yuan thought to himself, looking at Wang Yan's elegant figure and the pace of his feet, and finally, the moment Wang Yan threw it out again, the noodles in his hand were cut off with one finger. .

Fang Yuan's face was full of envy, watching Wang Yan walk to the side of the stewed soup, and when he poked out the chopsticks in his hand, he fished out the noodles as thin as a matchstick, and couldn't help swallowing.

"Remember, the method of Piaoxiang noodles is very important. You have to feel it with your heart. A bowl of Piaoxiang noodles only needs one noodle. After it is broken, it will lose its proper taste and deliciousness." Wang Yan said , After scooping up some stewed soup with a spoon, pour it on a noodle with two green vegetables, and suddenly, amidst the strong fragrance, the noodle soaked in the stewed soup shone with a little white light
"Okay, do it yourself, have enough food and clothing, try it." Wang Yan said again, stood aside, and gave up the venue.

"Okay" Fangyuan gritted his teeth, recalling in his mind the movement and expression of Wang Yan pulling the noodles just now, and when he came not far from the stove, he pulled out a piece of noodles from the bowl, pondered for a moment, and stretched out his hand With a shake, the noodles immediately flew up, trembling in the air like a small snake, Fang Yuan turned around in a circle, the right hand holding the noodles shook back and forth again, and the first part that was thrown out slipped down the side of the pot .

The first results made Fang Yuan happy, and then, the obese figure was twisting, with a fascinated expression on his face, matching the twisting fat body, enchanting and charming, Wang Yan looked at it slightly. Dazed, then, after a wry smile, he picked up a mouthful of white and firm noodles, and just about to put them in his mouth, outside the door of the black shop, a faint sound came in from a distance.

"She is a swipe of the setting sun, who knows how to appreciate it when she thinks a lot."

"She has a blue cloud window, just waiting for someone to share with it."

　It’s better to be thick-skinned, I’ve always been like this, I don’t ask for rewards, but recommendation collection is still required, otherwise many people may forget it, hehe, please collect it, I think it’s okay, I’ll give you a recommendation ticket, I Please eat Liangpi.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)