Dare to cook

Chapter 170

Although he didn't eat any serious Lu Yuan dishes, Lu Chenyu was willing to cook them a temporary meal, which satisfied the two old people.

After the meal, the old man paid the bill and took the old lady away.

After seeing off the last two customers, Yao Yu and Bai Yuanchu also brought in the plastic tables and chairs at the entrance of the shop.

The four cleaned up for a while, then closed the door and left.

The restaurant was closed, and several people hadn't eaten yet.

Zhao Jingxi touched her already hungry stomach and said, "Let's find a place to eat quickly, I'm almost too hungry to walk."

"Why don't we go to Ji Xun's western restaurant, it's not far away." Lu Chenyu suggested.

Yao Yu shook his head and said:
"Don't go, his shop is dark, just now I asked him for two pieces of beef, so he was ashamed to charge me 120 yuan, and there must be no seat if I go."

Bai Yuanchu was amazed: "Ji Xun only charged you 120? You really have a kind heart."

"Bai Yuanchu, what do you mean?" Yao Yu's complexion turned dark, and he had the urge to pack and fold Bai Yuanchu and stuff them into the roadside trash can.

"Literally, you can experience it yourself." Bai Yuanchu raised his eyebrows, not pretending to be Yao Yu at all.

Lu Chenyu laughed and said with a smile:

"Okay. You, it's because you are too flamboyant in your usual actions, that's why you were tricked by Ji Xun."

"Since there is no vacant seat at Ji Xun's, let's go to Zhu Xingchen's store to have a look. It just so happens that I haven't eaten Indian pancakes for a long time."

Zhu Xingchen's shop is not far away.

A few people left their small shop, walked south, crossed a street, and arrived at Zhu Xingchen's Fei Bakery.

When Yao Yu and the others came to Fei Cake Shop, Zhu Xingchen was skillfully mixing drinks.

In this round of competition, Zhu Xingchen's three teammates are chefs from Thailand, India and Malaysia.

Because they are all good at making Southeast Asian pasta, Zhu Xingchen completely entrusted the kitchen to them, and he was only responsible for the work of drinks.

The operation method of Zhu Xingchen's small shop is very distinctive.

They sell rotis, drinks and all kinds of alcohol, it looks like a cross between a McDonald's and a small bar.

Indian flying cakes, to put it bluntly, are not much different from pancakes.

It's just that one is spread out flat, and the other is thrown out by hand.

The pancakes thrown out by centrifugal force are sprinkled with various fillings in the middle, then folded in half and then folded in half, baked in the oven or fried in a pan.

Finally, use a shovel to cut the fried into several pieces and put them in a disposable paper bag.

The biggest advantage of Zhu Xingchen selling Indian flying cakes is that he doesn't need to wash the dishes, and he doesn't need to wipe the table to clean the front hall.

Compared with Yao Yu and others who cook serious Chinese food, they are simply not too comfortable.

Seeing the four of Yao Yu enter the store, Zhu Xingchen pushed a glass of prepared cocktail to the customer, and said in surprise, "Are you done?"

"Materials are short-sold, and work is over early." Yao Yu said, scanning the situation in the store, "It's better for you, this business model is much more worry-free and labor-saving than ours."

Bai Yuanchu sat down in front of the bar, glanced at the menu on the wall, and mocked:

"I said yesterday that cooking seafood barbecue is easier than cooking Chinese food."

"Look at them, Zhu Xingchen can make a cocktail just as much as you can make two servings of mapo tofu."

"Okay, the store is already open, so what's the point of talking about it." Seeing that Bai Yuanchu seemed to be quarreling with Yao Yu again, Lu Chenyu stopped her.

As he said that, Lu Chenyu snapped his fingers playfully at Zhu Xingchen again: "Old Zhu, make me a Bloody Mary!"

Zhu Xingchen smiled and said, "Okay. You haven't eaten dinner yet, you can try the flying pancakes with banana and durian fillings, and curry beef fillings are also good."

"Then give me some minced beef curry." Yao Yu said immediately.

He is also very hungry now, and urgently needs meat to supplement his energy.

Bai Yuanchu also ordered a beef curry.

Lu Chenyu and Zhao Jingxi respectively ordered a pair of flying cakes with durian filling and banana filling.

After four orders, two curry-colored Southeast Asian chefs immediately started making flying cakes.

The dough is pre-awakened and has been wrapped in plastic wrap.

When you want to use it, take out the dough, flatten it, and flatten it. When it is the size of a paper towel, you can hold the two corners of the dough and start shaking it.

Throwing flying cakes is definitely a technical job, and it belongs to the kind of difficult technical job that "you can know it at first glance, but you can lose it once you learn it".

Even if you understand all the essentials of throwing flying cakes, you have to practice hard for more than half a year before you can shake them well.

The two pancake masters in Zhu Xingchen's shop are from India and Thailand respectively.

One is called Rajavir and the other is called Silavin.

Both of them are very good at cooking Chinese food, and at this time, they are even more handy in throwing Indian flying pancakes.

The chef's workbench is next to the bar.

Sitting in front of the bar, Yao Yu and the others could clearly see every movement of the two of them.

Seeing the handsome faces of the two Southeast Asian hotpots throwing cakes, Zhao Jingxi couldn't help taking out her phone to take pictures.

There are many videos of Indian pancakes being thrown on the Internet, but there are very few of them that are astonishing and entertaining as acrobatics.

Neither Rajavir nor Siravan expected that Yao Yu and Lu Chenyu would come to patronize their small shop.

They are well aware of the influence of these two jade food leaders in the Chinese kitchen world.

After knowing that the flying cakes were made for them to eat, both of them tried to show off a bit, and they also used 100% of their strength to start throwing the flying cakes.

When other diners came to buy flying cakes, at most they just threw the flying cakes to the size of a washbasin.

But this time, the two intentionally showed off their operation, and quickly turned the dough the size of a paper towel into a round table with a diameter of about half a meter.

Seeing the flying pancakes as thin as cicada wings twirling at their fingertips, the diners in the small shop let out gasps of admiration.

Many people hurriedly took out their mobile phones to take pictures, even Lu Chenyu and Bai Yuanchu showed admiration.

At this time, Yao Guabiyu had already widened his titanium dog's eyes, and used the skill of [Hole as Candlelight] to record all the details of the movements of the two pie-throwing chefs.

Rajavir and Silavin's movements were swift and skilful.

In less than half a minute, two sheets of flying cake dough were ready.

After the dough is ready, the two chefs skillfully sprinkle the fillings on the dough, then fold the dough in half several times and hand it over to another chef from Malaysia to cook with oil.

The chef who was in charge of frying the pancakes, like Dai Bin, looked no different from the Chinese, but he was actually a descendant of the Nanyang Chinese.

His name is Lin Xucheng and he is a chef from Kuala Lumpur.

While Lin Xucheng was frying the flying pancakes, Rajavir and the other two started tossing the other two pancakes.

But Yao Yu didn't watch their performance anymore, but stared at Lin Xucheng, and carefully observed the heat that Lin Xucheng used when frying the flying cakes.

If it was someone else, they would definitely not be able to see how much oil Lin Xucheng put in cooking, how high the fire temperature was used, and the frying took a total of a few seconds.

However, under the vision of [A Hole Like a Candle], none of these can escape Yao Yu's eyes.

Yao Yu just watched it once, and he roughly understood what kind of fire should be used to cook Indian flying cakes.

"Well, maybe you can try it yourself next time. If you practice a few more times, you should be able to master this funny delicacy." Yao Yu thought to himself.

At this time, Lin Xucheng had fried the flying cakes, quickly cut them into pieces, put them in a disposable lunch box, and handed them to Yao Yu: "Your flying cakes, please use them slowly."

(End of this chapter)