Punch: From third-rate anchor to top chef

Chapter 325.
"Normally, when the beef brisket is cooked to such a crisp level, it will appear a bit dry and woody, because the long-term cooking will cause the fat to lose continuously."

"But here he specially chooses beef brisket with higher fat content, and the thickness of the soup is also very particular."

"The beef brisket, which was very dry and sticky, is rewrapped in hot soup and becomes soft, smooth and tender. It's a wonderful rejuvenation."

"Praise, if the full score is 100 points, this Changbai Mountain ginseng stewed milk can get 85 points, which is very good."

"The only downside is that the formula on this medicine seems a little too monotonous, and the sense of layering has also been slightly reduced."

"It's a pity that I don't have a better formula here, otherwise this medicinal diet might be better."

Speaking of this, Li Xiao paused for a moment and did not continue, because he suddenly realized a problem.

Perhaps the five-star chef Zhang Huiyuan didn't have better and richer medicinal recipes, but he didn't choose to use them.

After all, they are the direct descendants of the royal chef of the imperial dining room, and the imperial dining room should have a very large reserve of such things as medicinal food.

After all, they used to deal with the nobles in the palace, and everyone was rich if they were not rich. It should be a very normal thing to take medicinal food tonic.

But medicine is three-point poisonous, and not everyone can eat medicated food. Presumably they have no choice but to choose a medicated food that has the lowest medicinal properties, is the mildest, and is most suitable for the masses.

He quickly explained:

"However, the chef who wants to come to the back kitchen is forced to do so. After all, not everyone is used to eating medicinal food."

"So when facing different groups of people, they can only choose to use the most common medicinal diet formula in the end."

"So this Changbai Mountain ginseng stewed beef brisket, I can give him 90 points."

"Although he is not the best, he has tried his best to do his best, and the remaining ten points are left for him to improve slowly."

In the back kitchen, watching Li Xiao change the original score from 85 to 90, Zhang Huiyuan smiled.

He muttered to himself:

"It's just that you have some sharp eyesight, kid."

Indeed, just as Li Xiao thought, he has a lot of medicinal recipes, but many of them have specific effects.

Such as strengthening the body, nourishing and beautifying the skin, and strengthening the yang.

But these medicinal diet formulas with special effects are not suitable for everyone. Some men will be energetic after eating the medicinal diet, but if women eat it, they may even grow thick beards.

At that time, I will not be able to eat and walk around, and it is not surprising that I may even be beaten to death on the spot.

However, he also considered whether to adjust the entries for the weekend and change the originally planned works into palace medicinal meals.

That's right, as an organizer, he will also participate in the competition this weekend.

However, the entries of these organizers will not be evaluated, and will only be used as reference works.

It is the so-called demonstration work, after all, it is a regional competition carried out by most of the three-star chefs and a small number of four-star chefs.

The dishes prepared by a five-star chef like him are indeed qualified to be exhibited works.

But after careful consideration, he still denied this idea. After all, although the participants in the competition and the judges were all young and middle-aged, there were men and women among them.

It seems that there are not many suitable medicines in my hand, and the only one that is suitable may cause the user's interest in a certain aspect to increase after eating, and it is indeed not suitable for use in public places.

On the other side, Li Xiao had already picked up a piece of ginseng and threw it into his mouth.

The audience in the live broadcast room were stunned.

"Aren't I dazzled? The anchor, just threw a piece of ginseng into your mouth?"

"By the way, can this thing be eaten? Isn't it from medicinal materials?"

"Normally, it should be edible. I use ginseng to make tea every day, but I should use American ginseng to make tea. Sometimes I accidentally eat it. Several slices are quite delicious."

"Why can't you eat ginseng? I often like to have ginseng slices in my mouth. It's super refreshing. After talking, I eat it dry. It's sweet and delicious."

"When I went upstairs, they were all big bosses. They all ate ginseng like carrots. Unfortunately, I haven't even eaten ginseng. I feel so pitiful and weak."

"Don't cry, the kids upstairs, send an address to Big Brother, and I'll mail you a few immediately."

While chewing the ginseng in his mouth, Li Xiao watched the people in the live broadcast room gossip.

In fact, ginseng is really delicious, although it has a slightly bitter taste.

But after the bitterness, there is a mouthful of sweetness, which is unmatched by many foods.

If the sweetness level of Tieguanyin in the cup of Yunshan I served before was one, then the sweetness level of the ginseng in my mouth is five.

That's right, it is 5 times the thrill and happiness.

Especially the life in his mouth has been soaked in the broth for several hours, and he has absorbed enough soup, so that the sweet taste of the broth is still in his aftertaste, which is quite good.

Swallowing the ginseng in his mouth, Li Xiao said with a smile
"Ginseng is a good thing. It nourishes the skin and nourishes Qi and blood. Moreover, this ginseng is not the kind of dried old ginseng but fresh ginseng. It tastes unique and fresh and sweet."

"Sweet and sweet, and the bitterness is not as heavy as dried ginseng. It tastes a bit like a small radish, but the fiber will be heavier."

"But to be honest, it's delicious, but if I choose, I'd still like to eat beef brisket."

It didn't take long for the beef in a small crock to be wiped out by Li Xiao. In the end, he even ate up the life in it.

There is no way, the portions of the dishes here are indeed a bit small. Although he ate 7 dishes and 8 cold dishes before meals, Li Xiao is still half full.

It can be seen that the portion of this dish is really difficult to describe in words, but when Li Xiao saw that there were still a lot of dishes left on the table of the little brother next to him, he began to doubt.

In fact, it's not that the portions of the dishes are not enough, but that I eat more and more.

He just thought that he seemed to be getting more and more edible, but when he thought about it carefully, he understood the reason, and his physical fitness was getting better and better.

If you compare your body to a car's engine, if you change from a V4 to a V12, although the horsepower is greater, it must consume more gasoline.

So it seemed natural for him to eat more, and Li Xiao could only comfort himself in this way.

The host on the stage said:
"Thank you very much, distinguished guests, for your cooperation with our [Palace Banquet] today."

"The following is the last program of Mr. Fang's [Bixeld Solo], and it is also our last dish [Chicken Soup and Chrysanthemum Tofu]."

A guqin with a shape similar to a harp was pushed out. Although the shape of this guqin is similar to a harp, it is smaller than a harp, about the same size as a viola.

There are six strings of different lengths on the violin. The frame of the violin is a half-curved piece of black wood. Because it is too far apart, Li Xiao has no way to tell what kind of wood it is.

Sitting behind the banjo is a skinny old man in his 50s with many wrinkles on his face, his hair has completely turned white, and it is unknown whether it was dyed or turned white naturally.
If it turns white naturally, I'm afraid it will be a little older than expected.

But his eyes are very bright, and Li Xiao can see the light shining on them from a long distance away.

The moment the young lady serving the food came out, the hall, which was still a little noisy, suddenly fell silent.

The crisp sound of the zither sounded suddenly, as if a huge stone was dropped under a pool of water, stirring up layers of waves.

The sound of the strings was high and low, fast and slow, and when Li Xiao closed his eyes, he felt like a lonely boat.

In the turbulent sea, the waves keep crashing into the cabin, and the sea water falls on the deck like raindrops.

Suddenly the storm stopped suddenly, and the sky that was originally covered with thunder, lightning and dark clouds suddenly became cloudless.

The sound of the piano gradually became low, and the sun shone through the clouds.

When the sun's rays shone warmly on the body, the deep love also disappeared at this moment.

With a satisfied expression on Li Xiao's face, he slowly opened his eyes. He never thought that classical music could bring people such wonderful enjoyment.

It's really amazing, every program here is quite exciting.

Especially for this kind of solo performance or solo project, the performers are definitely top figures in the industry.

Although the host did not specifically introduce this time, what is the origin of this so-called Mr. Fang.

But Li Xiao dare to be 100% sure that this Mr. Fang's attainments on the violin are no lower than that Professor Ding who sang Kunqu opera just now.

It may even be higher to a certain extent. After all, the six-stringed instrument is even rarer than Kunqu Opera, and fewer people learn it.

However, some things will gradually decline without publicity, support, and dissemination. Once culture has declined, it is difficult to revive it.

It's a pity that there will be less and less such wonderful music in the future.

Seeing Mr. Fang standing up from his seat, everyone gave warm applause.

We can know the audience's love for him from the enthusiasm of the applause. Of course, so many applause is largely due to the high level of Mr. Fang's playing.

It's a pity that after turning around here, how many people still remember the name and appearance of this Mr. Fang.

How many people remember his piano sound and melody, and how many people will search for this so-called violin afterwards, and what other good songs are there?

Perhaps if it wasn't for hearing many people here, no one would even know what a violin looks like or what a violin sounds like in this lifetime.

Seeing Mr. Fang's straight back slowly disappear behind the stage, Li Xiao's heart tightened. He felt that what disappeared was not Mr. Fang's back, but the entire era of the violin.

But he sighed softly in his heart, he was just an ordinary little anchor, even if he wanted to help, it seemed that he couldn't help much.

If it was said before that Kunqu Opera is a relatively unpopular opera, a little bit of publicity might make some people interested.

Let more people join in and carry forward, then the violin in front of you is almost extinct traditional culture.

Even if the publicity arouses everyone's interest for a moment, it won't take long for it to be completely forgotten.

Li Xiao could only apologize to Mr. Fang silently in his heart, not because he didn't want to, but because he really couldn't help it.

Sorry, Mr. Fang.

Thanks for the reward, Brother Yilu, thank you.

Thank you for the monthly tickets, everyone, thank you.

(End of this chapter)