delicious master

Chapter 77

Divide it into two small cups, and put the last red wolfberry on it for decoration. Looking at the two completed chrysanthemum tofu soups, Tang Xiaokang nodded in satisfaction.

[Skillful knife, good seasoning, sufficient soup, qualified quality matsutake and chrysanthemum tofu soup. 】

The evaluation given by the system is not unique, but at least there is nothing wrong with it.

A state banquet-level dish, as long as there are no mistakes, is already a very rare thing.

Take out two bowls of soup, outside, Xiao Wenshuo and the old man have been waiting for a long time.

He looked at the two small cups in Tang Xiaokang's hands with a bit of anticipation. The cold coir raincoat cucumber that Tang Xiaokang had just served had given the old man a certain amount of trust in his cooking skills.

He also looked nervously at the small cup that Tang Xiaokang brought out. It was the first time Xiao Wenshuo saw Tang Xiaokang's chrysanthemum tofu soup today. Out of his trust in Tang Xiaokang, he never had too much doubt. My heart was still involuntarily tense.

Gently pushing the two small cups in front of them, Tang Xiaokang used a special ceramic spoon to match the matsutake. Without speaking, he made a gesture of invitation and asked the two to open the small cups in front of them by themselves.

Without the slightest hesitation, both of them lifted the lid together, and suddenly a strong fragrance rushed over.

The heat wave exuding white air covered the faces of the two of them, and the faint chicken fragrance contained in the water vapor, mixed with the aroma of matsutake, continuously penetrated into the noses of the two of them.

Smelling this familiar smell, the old man's face suddenly changed, and he seemed a little surprised.

After a closer look, the expected chrysanthemum tofu floats quietly in the clear soup, accompanied by the fragrance, and the petals bloom, which is too beautiful to behold.

After also seeing clearly what was inside the small cup, Xiao Wenshuo's heart, which had been on edge, finally relaxed.

The chrysanthemum tofu is perfectly cut, and each small filament is attached together, which looks like the petals of a chrysanthemum.

In fact, what Xiao Wenshuo has been worried about is that he will make a mop tofu after seeing the appearance of the restaurant selling it outside.

However, Tang Xiaokang obviously did not disappoint him.

Glancing at Tang Xiaokang gratefully, Xiao Wenshuo then turned his attention to his teacher.

Seeing the same surprised expression on the teacher's face, Xiao Wenshuo smiled.

"I didn't expect it to be this dish."

Looking at the chrysanthemum and tofu soup in front of him, the old man looked a bit reminiscing. He remembered that the last time he had this dish was six or seven years ago.

Now that he is getting older, he likes to talk about some of the past meals, but he never thought that Xiao Wenshuo would remember it by saying something inadvertently.

What was even more unexpected was that Xiao Wenshuo really brought himself to eat this dish.

Looking at the beautiful chrysanthemum tofu in the cup, the old man showed a look of relief on his face: "You are interested."

He had no children in his life, and he never thought that such a disciple he had taken in would be like his own son, taking care of him after he retired.

There was a naive smile on his face, Xiao Wenshuo felt a little embarrassed to be praised so much by the old man.

"Master Tang is good at cooking. Teacher, how about you try it first? Is it the chrysanthemum tofu soup you have been talking about?"

Nodding his head, the old man was not pretentious. He picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup first. The chrysanthemum tofu soup is a soup dish, very light. Whether this dish is cooked well depends on the effort of boiling the soup.

The soup is very soft in the mouth. The chicken soup has a strong fragrance, but it is not overbearing. It has the fragrance of matsutake and the bean fragrance of tofu.

The three are perfectly integrated, diverse but not conflicting, and the rich layers of feeling make the old man's degenerate tongue feel alive again.

The eyes became brighter, and I couldn't help but taste a few more mouthfuls. The fragrance of this clear soup is very lingering, constantly lingering on the tongue, and the repeated washing did not make the fragrance more intense, but more rich and aftertaste .

"This chrysanthemum tofu soup is very authentic, especially the aroma of matsutake and chicken soup, which is perfectly blended, just like the one made by the chef at the Ambassador Hotel!"

He couldn't help being amazed, the old man never imagined that the state banquet he was lucky enough to taste would be able to feel the same taste today.

"Master Tang's knife skills have always been very good."

In the past, Xiao Wenshuo was not qualified to taste the most authentic dish. Naturally, he didn't understand how it felt, so he could only praise it like this.

Xiao Wenshuo was really shocked by the fake chrysanthemum tofu in this soup. Such knife skills are really scary.

But the old man shook his head.

"The difficulty of this dish lies not in the skill of the knife, but in the soup. If the soup is not cooked well enough, it cannot be called a qualified chrysanthemum tofu."

For this, Tang Xiaokang was really surprised.

Xiao Wenshuo's views are sometimes basically the views that the public can represent. They all think that Wensi tofu is the same as chrysanthemum tofu soup, and the biggest difficulty is the test of knife skills.

But no one paid attention to the true meaning of this dish.

But what surprised him even more was the appearance of the old man. He had obviously tasted the real state banquet chrysanthemum tofu, and it was not the state banquet sold by the State Guest Hotel.

It is the kind of orthodox state banquet used to receive important foreign guests or celebrate national events.

Not everyone is qualified to taste that banquet, and sometimes they can't get on that table.

There are many things that can be represented in it, and outsiders may not know much about it, but as a chef, especially a family chef.

Tang Xiaokang has a deep understanding of banquets of this level.

Looking at the familiar face of the old man, Tang Xiaokang was really curious about the identity of this old man.

Tang Xiaokang's thoughts were flying here, while Xiao Wenshuo followed his teacher's words and began to taste the chrysanthemum tofu in front of him.

He had only tasted this dish in restaurants. The chrysanthemum tofu that was cut like mop tofu had an average taste, too bland, and had a strong beany smell, which made Xiao Wenshuo a little unhappy.

Although he knew that the taste of authentic chrysanthemum tofu should be improved a lot, he still couldn't imagine how delicious this dish could be.

However, when Xiao Wenshuo put a spoonful of clear soup into his mouth, he was shocked.

This kind of fragrance, matsutake mushrooms, rich chicken soup, and the fragrance of tofu without any peculiar smell, for a moment, Xiao Wenshuo felt as if he was walking in the jungle, looking at the mushrooms and fungi around him, and all kinds of pheasants around him. Flying in the jungle.

Take another bite of tofu, it is tender and smooth, the tofu contains the ultimate chicken soup, thinking that the fusion is perfect, bite it down, the smell of chicken soup is squeezed out from the tofu, but the soup has a trace of tofu flavor sweet.

The taste is like egg custard, which is really intoxicating.

The same chrysanthemum tofu brought Xiao Wenshuo a world-class experience.

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There are too many things to do on the weekend, and I am tired. Let's start with one update in these two days, and two updates tomorrow. Daju will take a rest and catch his breath.

I have a fever again, and I haven't slept, my body can't handle it anymore, sorry!

(End of this chapter)