All Things That Eat Halberd Are Reborn

"Huh? It's not the fish, sea and river that Xiao Zhangyu is good at?" Mr. Han was quite surprised.

"Bring an artist, bring an artist." Mo Bai smiled embarrassedly.

"Then you knead the dough first, and the old man will take a look." Mr. Han stepped aside, while the kitchen door was crowded with a few melon-eating young ladies.

"Oh." Mo Bai was not stage-frightened either, and he also rolled up his sleeves with the momentum of a big fight when he came up.

Picking up the flour brought by the waiter, the snow-white flour poured down from a height into piles with a few wisps of wheat fragrance.

"That's right." Mr. Han nodded secretly.Regardless of the cooking, the chef's skills can be revealed from some actions.Just like Mo Bai pouring flour, his hands are always calm and still, and the poured flour falls from the air to the chopping board in basically the same trajectory. Just looking at this scene, Mr. Han knows that what Mo Bai said is true.

Kneading dough is to rely on uniform force to knead a good dough.

"Mr. Han, do you want to add eggs?"

"Water is fine."

"Oh." Gently wiped off the tip of the dough, and with a twist of Mobai's wrist, a round dimple immediately appeared in the center of the dough.

The simple pile of flour actually presents an eye-catching beauty.

"It's so beautiful." Alice, who was puzzled at the door why kneading dough needs to be done by hand, couldn't hold back her voice at the moment.

"It's really beautiful." Mr. Han was not stingy in praising her, just this hand is comparable to the master chef of Huaxia Pastry.

Mo Bai smiled naively, can't he be pretty?Maybe only Xiaobai knows how many lumps of dough he kneaded in the spiritual time room in those few months.

"Mr. Han, what kind of dough do you want?"

"Fine noodles."

"Okay." Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he poured a little salt and one-third of the ink white on the face and started his performance. The loose flour turned into a smooth Q in a short time like his hands seemed to have magical powers. The snow-white dough is full of texture, so people can't help but want to poke their fingers.

Putting the dough on a chopping board with no trace of flour and covering it with a Shanghai bowl, Mo Bai looked at Han Lao. "It may take a long time for the rotten country to wake up in this weather."

"It's okay." Old Han shook his head with a wry smile. "It seems that the old man is really going to spend a lot of money today."

"Could this be... stepping on an Easter egg?" Mo Bai's expression was delighted by Mr. Han's performance.

Luo Ziyan, who occupied the best position at the door, quickly confirmed Mo Bai's conjecture. "Master likes noodle soup very much."

An hour later, Mo Bai lifted the upside-down sea bowl, a golden light streaked across the surface of the swollen dough, and there were a few golden crumbs.

"Sure enough, the ingredients are also a major factor that limits the chef. The ordinary all-purpose flour that has not been purified can only reach this point." Mo Bai was not surprised that the dough did not shine.

"Split it into two halves, so that you can more intuitively feel the difference between using cooking skills or not." Mr. Han was not surprised that the ink-white dough shimmered, but Nakiri Alice looked like her eyes were about to pop out.

"Then I'll take the other one?" Mo Bai volunteered after deflated the dough.

"Okay." Mr. Han picked up half of the dough and started kneading it.

Chapter 366. Mobai is being upgraded

Knead the long strips, pinch the head and tail, twist them into twists, and then knead them into strips. Repeat this several times to form the initial gluten, and then brush with appropriate vegetable oil. Mobai starts to pull the noodles.

Shocked, buttoned, pulled, stretched, and tossed, the noodles made a crisp sound when they hit the chopping board.

At the same time, Mr. Han's side also started the same action, and the sound of noodles being slapped on the chopping board was somewhat overshadowed by Mo Bai's side.

Mo Bai turned his head to look, and found that Mr. Han hadn't oiled it.

When the third buckle came, the stretched and tossed noodles slapped and bounced off the chopping board, as if they were agitated by some force, they didn't stick together, but the roots were distinct.

"Use energy to shake the noodles away?" Mo Bai opened his eyes wide.

"More than that, look carefully at the noodles." Bai Zishu said at the door.

In the fourth button, Mo Bai held his breath to see clearly the process of each noodle's violent twisting and shrinking that bounced off the chopping board in the air.

"Each noodle is still twisting gluten after being stretched!?" Mo Bai's jaw fell to the ground.

what is this?

Are you not afraid that foodies will know martial arts, but are you afraid that foodies are willing to delve into it?

Ramen has been played by Mr. Han!

"That's right, the noodles made in this way have an extraordinary texture." Old Han laughed.

While everyone was amazed, Mo Bai and Han Lao stopped what they were doing.

There are 256 pieces of mobai eight-button ramen in total, which are already extremely thin noodles.

There are 1024 pieces of Hanlao ten-button noodles in total, only four buttons away from the hair-thick Longxu noodles. Basically, each noodle is a quarter of the thickness of Mobai noodles.

"Amazing." Mo Bai couldn't help admiring as he twisted a noodle and squeezed it gently.Mr. Han was able to match the elasticity of his eight-button ramen with two extra buckles.

Of course, the thinner the noodles, the better. For example, the 16384-button [-] longxu noodles basically completely eliminate the cooking method like ordinary noodles, because it is too thin and melts when boiled, so it is For frying cooking.

Han. I can not only eat, but also use hands. I can also combine the two to create something new. Yaohua can't hide his complacency as he strokes the short silver-white goat beard on his chin.

"Using my old man's noodle pulling method of wrapping noodles with silk, and adding some water to smash and spin the noodles, even authentic dragon beard noodles can be cooked."

On the stove, the boiling water in the cooking pot was emitting billowing steam.

"Not much to say, watch it!" Mr. Han grabbed the noodles on the chopping board and poured them into the cooking pot. When he stirred them gently with his long chopsticks, the noodles scattered in the water.

At the same time, nine small eddies appeared on the surface of the water near the pot, and the noodles in the pot were like a constantly changing flower.

"This..." However, Mo Bai quickly realized the doubts. The noodles did not float to the surface of the water, and there was always a thin layer of water between them and the air. If Mo Bai could not see the water flow lines, Mo Bai would think it was covered with a layer of glass .

"The inspiration came from cooking the noodles in the pot." Han Lao said as he continued to stir the long chopsticks in the pot.

"Pot cover noodles, also known as Zhenjiang Xiaodao noodles, one of the top ten famous noodles in China, known as [the best noodle in the south of the Yangtze River]." Bai Zishu's eyes were bright, and she was explaining to her friends while stealing the lesson. "When cooking, the noodles are all pressed into the boiling water under the small lid, and there is no temperature difference, so the cooking is particularly thorough, and the noodles can reach the perfect degree of maturity that is neither rotten nor hard."

"But I'm afraid it's not as simple as Han Lao's ramen method."

"Look at the water."

Everyone at the door stretched their necks and looked into the cooking pot.

"Nine small whirlpools?" Miyamoto Yeyezi failed to understand Bai Zishu's meaning.

Xue Chuan Yuue seemed to know something, and covered her mouth with her hands. "No, Yeyezi, do you remember how long the noodles have been down?"

"It's been about 30 minute and [-] seconds..." Miyamoto Yeyezi's brain circuit finally turned around.

One minute and 30 seconds under the boiling water, no matter what, the water will start to boil, right?

However, the water surface in the cooking pot stirred by Mr. Han's long chopsticks was still calm, and there was only steam wafting out, but there was still no sign of boiling.

Mo Bai stretched out his hand to touch his face, then retracted it immediately, his eyes were almost as undisguised as wanting a hungry wolf to see food.

"The temperature of the water is completely up, but it still doesn't see rolling. Is that the reason for those nine small whirlpools?"

If the cooking pot was transparent, everyone would be able to see that under the calm water surface, except for the area with noodles in the center, which can be regarded as calm, nine slender vortices swept the bottom of the pot and the surrounding walls like a tornado. The small bubbles that should rush to the surface of the water to indicate that the water temperature has reached are sucked in by the vortex and disappear.

"It's these nine small vortexes." The cooking skills really need to be seen by those who can understand to bring a sense of accomplishment. Feeling the shock of everyone, Han Laolang said in a refreshing voice. "Here comes the bowl!"

"Come and provoke me." Luo Ziyan couldn't wait to put the sea bowl on the stove.

Mr. Han tapped the water surface with his long round chopsticks, then sank and pulled, and all the noodles were lifted out like a scene of a white dragon going out to sea!

Two bowls of thin noodles without soup were placed on the table, both crystal clear and smooth, but apart from the difference in thickness, Mr. Han's fine noodles were obviously better in fragrance.

"Because it was not exposed to the air during the whole process, all the noodle fragrance can still be retained." Mo Bai thoughtfully picked up the chopsticks first.

It's just that everyone looked at each other without moving their chopsticks, and Mr. Han, who was so heroic just now, was a little embarrassed at this time.

He seems to have forgotten the section.

A question mark popped up on the ink-white head that hadn't even met the end of the noodles when the noodles were lifted up to the top of the head. "Mr. Han, do you still make longevity noodles?"

"Yes, yes, longevity noodles." Elder Han quickly walked down the steps to temporarily get rid of the embarrassment of being speechless. "If you eat it, just pinch it off, it doesn't matter that much."

Bai Zishu pursed her lips and decided not to speak.

Mo Bai cut off the noodles unceremoniously, and then everyone rushed to grab the noodles.

The smooth noodle entrance, the noodle fragrance is more intense!

After one bite, an even more unbelievable taste appeared. The broken noodles can actually bounce to the teeth, and the complete maturity guarantees the audience for all those who prefer soft and hard noodles.

Soon a bowl of clean noodles was swept away by everyone.

"This is the leap brought about by cooking skills? It's just too scary!"

It is also the noodles he kneaded, even though he has reached the threshold for the aroma and taste of the noodles, Mr. Han, who has used cooking skills to exceed the threshold, is slightly better. In front of him, Mo Bai seemed a little procrastinated.

Thinking that all the chefs in the Chinese gourmet world are gods who can use this method, Mo Bai trembles a little, but at the same time he is deeply excited.

How delicious would it be to use this kind of fantasy cuisine made by means beyond common sense?

"Mr. Han, do you really want to give me these two cooking skills?" Mo Bai almost wrote the word "want to learn" on his face.

The first cooking technique of wrapping noodles with silk can effectively bond gluten and increase the elasticity of dough, while the second method of water breaking and spinning is more widely used.

"It's hard to follow a man's word, how can it be false?"

"You come with the old man."

Chapter 367. Poor liver and gallbladder base

"Yesterday, the Knights of the Round Table searched and captured a group of unknown forces. There are between 30 and [-] members. They look like delinquent teenagers and are equipped with prohibited weapons such as bows and crossbows."

"According to experts' speculation, the other party may have taken the opportunity to flee to the corrupt country when the Knights inspected and relaxed the entry standards for gourmet hunters."

"The purpose of the other party is unknown, but the equipment of prohibited weapons has caused hidden dangers to public safety."

"The Knights of the Round Table and the police station hereby appeal to everyone to travel carefully in the near future. If there are unidentified bad gangs gathering nearby, please call the rewarded report number: XXXXXXXX."

"Fuck~" Mei Lin sat in front of the large projection screen in the conference room and took a sip of black tea happily, feeling at ease.

Behind him, a group of great knights looked at each other.

"Sage, is this method really feasible for the Gourmet Association?" Last night, two groups of people from the Gourmet Association were interrogated. After obtaining some information about the stronghold, they led a raid, but in the end they were all in vain.

Those people who went to the empty stronghold seemed to be mocking the knights and the elites of the police station.

So far, they have also gained a better understanding of the difficulty of the Gourmet Fair-the small gangs that are divided into unknown numbers and coordinated in a certain way can often be faster than the knights and the police station that are always exposed to the public's eyes. step.

However, there are often differences in the individual combat power of plainclothes police officers and full-staff gourmet hunters.

If it weren't for the fact that the information files of the members of the knight order were extremely clear, they would have almost suspected the existence of an inner ghost.