fishing the heavens

Chapter 152 I might be a fake chef...

"hiss!"

Fan Fangming took a deep breath, and gently stirred the soup with a spoon, his heart was also full of regret.

The reason for making this kind of soup is also a last resort. During the turmoil in the early years, a soup that had been passed down for 200 years could not be taken away, and it was destroyed.

Now there is an old soup in the kitchen, which has never been turned off day and night for decades. Fan Fangming will add fresh beef spine and thigh bones to it every day, but the heat is not enough after all, and it cannot reach the taste of the century-old soup. That's why I created this instant version of soup.

"Tattoo!"

There was a dense sound of knives, and Fan Fangming's wrist was extremely flexible. The kitchen knife seemed to have turned into an extension of his arm, and countless seasonings were chopped into pieces.

The sound made by the kitchen knife cutting on the chopping board seems to be performing a beautiful piece of music, with a strong sense of rhythm, rather than the kind of noise that makes people feel disgusted.

A box the size of an egg was taken out of the cabinet carefully, and the tightly sealed lid was lifted to reveal dozens of fried tea leaves inside.

"I'm bleeding a lot this time!" Fan Fangming's mouth twitched, his flesh aching, he took out five pieces of tea leaves from the egg-sized box, and after thinking about it, he took out another piece.

This tea is not simple, it is the tea from the several Dahongpao mother trees in Wuyi Mountain, and ordinary people have never seen it, let alone drank it.

This tea is also after I cooked a table of dishes for a high-ranking personage, and asked the other party to give one or two top-quality Dahongpao tea leaves as meal money.

The precious ones on weekdays are not enough, and only when there is a big happy event, I am willing to take it out to make tea.

I took out a good purple clay teapot, put the tea leaves in it, poured boiling hot water, and the tea leaves stretched out.

A few flakes of tea leaves floated on the water surface, and a fresh fragrance wafted into the nostrils, but just a few flakes of tea leaves turned the whole pot of water into a deep orange-yellow color.

Three minutes later, the fragrance of tea overflowed, but Fan Fangming came over and poured out the tea.

Add boiling water to the pot again, and a few minutes later, Fan Fangming took the purple sand pot to the stove and poured the deep yellow tea with hints of red into the soup.

A few pieces of tea leaves were also picked up by Fan Fangming, crushed lightly with a wooden stick, and added to the dipping saucer, making people puzzled.

Fan Fangming carried the soup pot and came to the private room of Beifeng and the others. Slices of meat as thin as cicada's wings were full of light transmission and carefully placed on the dish.

Beifeng's eyes lit up, as expected of a professional grade, but the appearance looks very extraordinary!It's better than not knowing what to do by yourself.

Can't wait, Beifeng waited for the old man to clean up the table, lit the stove, put a fish fillet into the soup pot, and stirred it gently.

Only ten seconds later, Fan Fangming suddenly said, "It's ready, it's ready to eat, the meat will get old after too long."

Beifeng didn't care about what Fan Fangming said, the old god was stirring the chopsticks.

"Young man, the meat is getting old if you do this, how can you eat it?" Fan Fangming frowned and raised his voice slightly.

This meat is made by myself, so I naturally understand its texture, it is extremely tender and full of elasticity, and it is sliced ​​as thin as paper by myself. It only takes ten seconds to put it in the pot and you can eat it. This time will affect the taste of the meat.

Beifeng didn't speak, just picked up the fish fillet, put it in front of the old man's eyes, and then put it into the pot again to stir.

"How is it possible? How could such a thin piece of meat be uncooked, no! Let alone cooked, even the color has not changed!" Fan Fangming began to doubt life at this glance. The paper-thin piece of meat was over 90 It has been half a minute in boiling water at [-] degrees Celsius, but there is no change at all!
In an instant, several thoughts flashed through Fan Fangming's mind, maybe I made a fake dish?I may have made a fake chef...

Fan Fangming, who didn't believe in evil, also picked up a piece of fish and put it in the soup pot, "Ten, nine...one! Time is up!" Fan Fangming muttered, and then picked up the fish fillet and put it in front of his eyes. The fish fillet was still pink and tender. The color was like a big slap, slapped hard on his face.

The other two also became interested, and each picked up a piece of fish fillet and put it in the soup pot. After 3 minutes, Beifeng picked up the fish fillet.

At this time, the fish fillets have been curled together, exuding a jade-like crystal luster, and a little bit of milky white soup rolls on top.

Beifeng put the fish fillet into the dipping saucer, dragged it lightly, and then put it in his mouth.

It is still the ultimate delicacy, but what is different is the fragrance of countless wild mushrooms, and the faint tea fragrance, which is perfectly combined with the deliciousness of the fish fillet itself, which makes people want to stop.

"That's right! The fish, which is already delicious, has been processed by top chefs, and the taste has been improved by at least half!" After Beifeng swallowed, the fragrance of the tea lingered in his mouth, and the faint tea fragrance lingered between his lips and teeth, and it lasted for a long time. go.

Don't underestimate this half-improvement, it's even more difficult to take a step closer to the incomparably delicious ingredients. When Beifeng cooks with the flesh and blood of the Moyu Snow Dragon King, he doesn't even fully display the deliciousness of the ingredients themselves.

Then Beifeng directly took the plate with the fish fillets, and put all the fish fillets into the pot, otherwise the slices of boiled fish fillets would not be able to eat a meal in two or three hours!

3 minutes is neither long nor short, at least for the three people who were waiting, it felt like a long time with the bursts of aroma in these 3 minutes.

"Finally cooked!" Fan Fangming's eyes lit up, looking at the white and tender fish fillets, his heart was full of anticipation.

Gently put the fish fillet in the mouth without dipping in the seasoning. For top chefs, when tasting food, it is more about tasting the original taste of the ingredients.

"This?! This is incredible!"

It's just that as soon as the fish fillet touched the taste buds in the mouth, an indescribable deliciousness erupted on Fan Fangming's tongue, making Fan Fangming shiver all over.

Then bite down lightly, the fish fillet is smooth and tender, full of elasticity, after chewing twice, it turns into a cold and slides down the throat.

"Damn it, why don't you just eat a sliced ​​fish? As for acting so exaggerated?"

Xuansi and Zheng Xuan looked dull, looking at Fan Fangming with his eyes closed and a happy smile on his face, and complained.

The wonderful experience of one ice and one fire is like riding a roller coaster, making Fan Fangming seem to fall from heaven to hell for a while, and then break through the obstacles from hell to see the light again!

"You are right. Compared with the ingredients you provide, the ingredients in my store are nothing to mention."

Putting down his chopsticks, Fan Fangming solemnly said to Beifeng, his expression full of loneliness.

(End of this chapter)