Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 422 Meng Changyun's Strength
"What is Wensi Tofu?"

"Yeah, I've never heard of it..."

"This seems to be the name of a dish..."

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Most of the contestants in the audience have never heard of it. For example, people like Fatty seem to know the result, so Zhuang Hong on the stage waited for the atmosphere, and then smiled and continued to explain the science to everyone.

"Wensi Tofu is a famous traditional Jiangsu dish with a long history. It originated in Yangzhou and belongs to Huaiyang cuisine. It has extremely strict selection of ingredients, fine knife workmanship, soft, tender and mellow, and melts in the mouth...""

He was happy to say it, but everyone in the audience was very upset. He almost cursed at the moment when he knew about Wensi Tofu. The middle-aged elder brother next to him asked Ling Yun in a low voice.

"Brother, I seem to understand your tone, tell us about it."

Ling Yun nodded.

"Tea Fragrance Room Congchao" written by Yu Yue of the Qing Dynasty: "Wen Si, with the word Xifu, works poetry, and is also good at making tofu soup and sweet porridge.So far, those who have followed the law are called Wensi Tofu. "The method of this dish is the most test of knife skills. First, peel off the old skin of the tofu, cut into thin strips, blanch in boiling water to remove the yellow water and beany smell; Skin, washed, cooked, and cut into thin strips; chicken breast, rinsed with water, cooked, cut into thin strips; cooked ham, cut into thin strips; lettuce leaves washed, blanched in water, and cut into thin strips ...However, our topic today should not be to make this dish, but to shred the tofu."

"After talking for a long time, don't you still cut tofu? What's the problem?"

Fatty still dismissed this, Ling Yun just wanted to continue, Zhuang Hong on the stage laughed.

"Okay, now let Teacher Meng show you a demonstration..."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the audience fell silent instantly, and all focused their eyes on the big screen.

Meng Changyun nodded to Zhuang Hong with a smile, walked to the desk, washed his hands seriously, then he picked up the knife and passed through the water, Ling Yun explained to the fat man and the middle-aged elder brother in due course.

"This step is very critical. If the knife does not touch the water, the tofu will easily stick together. Please pay attention later."

At this time, Meng Changyun held the knife in his right hand, pressed the tofu with his left hand and lowered the knife lightly. Soon, the sound of the knife hitting the chopping board was like a storm.

Ling Yun discovered something more interesting through the big screen.

When Zhang Biao cut onions before, he used his wrist to push the onion forward, but Meng Changyun didn't move the knife or his wrist when he cut the onion, and moved back with five fingers pressing on the tofu.

This advance and retreat is just like the characters of the two.

The two cut at the same speed, but they were very different.

If Zhang Biao's sword technique is like a violent storm, domineering, then Meng Changyun's is like a girl from the south of the Yangtze River, gentle and elegant, virtuous and virtuous.

The most powerful thing is that when cutting, he doesn't look at the tofu at all, but looks at the players off the court, and can explain to everyone distractedly.

"Wensi Tofu pays attention to shredded. The ancients said that the shredded tofu is like a hair, and the human knife is one. You must have peace of mind and don't be impatient. To put it bluntly, this knife is a delicate job. Don't be in a hurry. Once you are impatient and make a wrong knife, the tofu will be destroyed. Also, you have to pay attention to the strength of your left hand, the southern tofu is very soft, with 90% of the water in it, once the force is too strong, the tofu will definitely break."

After finishing speaking, he just finished cutting a piece of tofu. He scraped it with the back of the knife, and the muddy tofu appeared on everyone and the big screen, and the audience immediately exploded.

"This is broken, why does it look like mud..."

"Hahaha, Master Meng overturned while pretending to be B."

"Even if the car is overturned, we have to keep loading it. Alas, pity us. What can we do with the tofu that even the judges overturned?"

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While everyone was laughing and sneering, Meng Changyun wiped all the muddy tofu on the back of the knife into the transparent glass jar next to him, and then gently stirred it with his fingers...

The tofu, which was like a puddle of mud before, is slowly unfolding under the force of the water at this moment. The spreading state is like the petals stretching, more like tofu blooming in the water, like Tianshan snow lotus, beautiful and moving.

"It's unbelievable, it's amazing..."

"How can this tofu be cut like this...the filaments are like hair."

"Convinced, I really deserve to be a domestic super chef!"

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Under everyone's amazed eyes, Meng Changyun smiled and looked at Zhang Biao beside him, and even picked up an embroidery needle from the table, and then picked up a shredded tofu from the water.

"Next, I'll show you the shredded requirements for the Wensi Tofu dish!!!"

He smiled and brought the filament up to the pinhole!
"Quick, Tweet! Tweet!!!!"

In the close-up shot, Shao Hai slowly passed the hair-thick shreds of tofu through the pinhole, and the onlookers cried out on the spot.

The fat man held his mouth in disbelief.

"Zhang Biao's onion has already been worn once, and he wears it too. It's nothing new."

"It's different. Zhang Biao used a No. 5 needle, and Meng Changyun used a No. 1 needle, which is the thinnest. The needle hole of this needle is only 0.3 millimeters!"

"0.3? Millimeters?"

"Maybe even smaller!"

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The fat man opened his mouth wide in surprise, and the result was even more exaggerated. After Meng Changyun passed the shredded tofu through the pinhole, he actually took another shredded tofu from the water tank.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to wear it again?"

"One pinhole pierces two shreds of tofu? Impossible?"

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While everyone was stunned, Meng Changyun also threaded the second shredded tofu in, and the fat man pointed at the stage with wide-eyed eyes.

"This...if this is a 0.3mm hole, then the shredded tofu he cut...isn't it only 0.15mm at the largest?"

"Probably even smaller."

Ling Yun pointed to the stage, at this moment Meng Changyun picked up a piece of shredded tofu again!

But this time, Meng Changyun looked at Zhang Biao next to him before wearing it. Zhang Biao was wearing a No. 5 embroidery needle, and he also wore embroidery needles, and they had to be thinner. .

It was clear that he was trying to crush Zhang Biao with his strength, so at this moment Zhang Biao's face was as black as pig iron, while Meng Changyun was proud of himself.

"Shouldn't you be able to wear it?"

"Wow wow wow..."

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Amid everyone's shouts and shock, and under everyone's gaze, the third shredded tofu in Meng Changyun's hand began to slowly approach the pinhole...

"Put it in!!!"

"He really did it! My God!"

"It's actually worn in, my God, it's just incredible!!!"

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Zhuang Hong was also shocked at this moment. He shouted loudly with the microphone, like a fanatical believer, while Zhang Biao, who was next to him, was extremely annoyed at this moment.

Meng Changyun passed through. Although the third shredded bean curd only passed through a small part, he still passed through after all. He felt that he had defeated Zhang Biao in this round.

The contestants in the audience are competing, and he and Zhang Biao are actually competing. This competition has lasted for more than 20 years. His Meng family lost that year, so this time, he must win! ! !
(End of this chapter)