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When Master Mao was thinking about it, Xiangling hurriedly shouted.

"vegetable!"

"Ah!" Master Mao came back to his senses and found that the pot was already on fire, and the vegetables inside were all mushy.

After so many years as a chef, it's really shameful to make such a low-level mistake.

"I just saw you and Master Wang Chen coming, so happy, hahaha!"

Master Mao laughed, then picked up the pot, and with a beautiful spoon, poured out the vegetables in the pot.

After cleaning the pot and heating it up, Master Mao said, "Master Wang Chen, you have come to teach this girl how to cook again these days!"

"Yes! This time I'm going to teach her how to make stinky tofu."

Wang Chen and Xiang Ling were standing in front of a basin, which was tightly wrapped.

The master Mao here immediately smiled and said: "It's hard work for you, Mr. Wang Chen. It's what I said before. When you come to our Wanmin hall, you will be treated as your own family. You don't need money for food!"

With that said, he heated up the pot, cut the eggplant into pieces, and re-pasted the powder.

It looks like it's going to be roasted eggplant.

This is exactly the recipe Wang Chen gave him earlier.

Wang Chen watched silently from the side, and Xiang Ling didn't make a sound to disturb.

Master Mao was a little nervous at once. He was ashamed to say that he was nervous in front of a young man after cooking for so many years.

To make roasted eggplant, you must cut the hob into pieces to increase the contact area, and the powder is the key. Generally, you need to pat the powder once and tap water until the surface of the eggplant is covered with powder.

The eggplant made in this way does not eat oil, and whether the eggplant is crispy or not, it all depends on this step.

Master Mao's technique is very skilled, and soon, the eggplants turned white and covered with powder.

The next step is to start the pan and heat the oil, and put in a lot of oil.

The temperature of the oil must be high, and there will be smoke on the side of the pot. When Master Mao feels it, he roasts the palm of his hand and immediately puts the eggplant in.

A high oil temperature can make the eggplant burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, while filling the inside with juice. If the oil temperature is low, the eggplant will absorb the oil immediately, and the eggplant will fail.

Seeing Master Mao doing this, Wang Chen nodded, as expected of an old chef, he gave a few pointers, and Master Mao knew the essentials.

At this time, the eggplant has floated up, and the surface is slightly yellow. It is picked out with chopsticks, and when it is tapped with a hand, there is a hard shell.

Hey!

This eggplant is just right, use a colander to multiply it out.

Raise the oil temperature again, and fry the eggplant again.

Knock off the excess residue in the oil, pour the oil out, leave the base oil in the pot, and quickly add the prepared sauce in advance.

Master Mao put the eggplant down and quickly stir-fried it a few times. The white and yellow eggplant was immediately covered with bright red sauce, and finally poured cooking oil to brighten it before serving out of the pan.

A plate of roasted eggplants with a good color and fragrance comes out of the oven.

Seeing that Wang Chen didn't make a sound, Master Mao immediately felt relieved, called Xiaoer, and asked the person in front to deliver the food.

And Wang Chen over there was already looking at the stinky tofu made by Xiangling after seeing that Master Mao was fine.

Thinking about the kitchen, Wang Chen walked out with the basin in his hand. When he arrived at the back of Wanmin Hall, he opened the lid sparingly. The diners in front thought the kitchen was doing something.

"Wang Chen, are you sure this thing will be popular?"

Although Xiangling is a bold and innovative chef, he couldn't help but feel uneasy at this moment.

After all, the dishes Wang Chen asked him to cook were a little unreliable.

The previous snail powder has been launched in Wanmintang, and has received most of the praise.

People who like it really like it, and people who hate it really hate it.

Xiangling was not sure how the stinky tofu Wang Chen asked her to make this time would behave.

Chapter 93: Trying to eat

"Just look at it!"

Wang Chen has enough self-confidence. He also plans to use stinky tofu as a signboard. When the time comes, it will be opened near the supermarket to drive the development of a street.

Just as he was talking, Wang Chen carefully opened the lid.

All of a sudden, the stench rose into the sky.

Guoba, who was poking his head in the distance, suddenly smelled such a smell, and immediately ran away in fright.

too horrible!

This guy is eating Ollie!

"not bad!"

Wang Chen looked at the stinky tofu floating in the stew and nodded in satisfaction.

The production process of stinky tofu is very difficult. It is made through multiple processes such as soaking beans, grinding, filtering, stewing, pre-fermentation, pickling, soup filling, and post-fermentation.

Although he simplified the process, he didn't expect Xiangling to make it so quickly.

"It stinks!"

Xiangling pinched her nose and looked at it.

The black soup is full of neatly stacked stinky tofu, and now they have turned black, looking very energetic.

"It just stinks!"

Wang Chen was about to drool. He took out the stinky tofu with chopsticks and put them in the prepared basin.

Putting the lid back on, Wang Chen continued to ask.

"How about the edamame I asked you to make?"

What he refers to as edamame is another exotic recipe in which the tofu is left to ferment naturally, after which a layer of white fuzz forms on the surface.

In this way, the vegetable protein contained in tofu will also be converted into a variety of amino acids after fermentation, which is very delicious after cooking.

"I haven't watched it yet, it's in another room."

Xiang Ling slapped his head, and then ran into another room without waiting for Wang Chen to speak.

The temperature in the room is not high, and there is even a special charcoal stove to maintain the temperature.

Near the wall, there are straws.

Xiangling walked over, pulled the straw off the surface, and took out the wooden basin inside.

Just as Wang Chen cleaned up the stinky tofu, Xiang Ling came out with a wooden basin.

"It's here."

Putting down the wooden basin, Xiangling blew on the straw ash on the surface.

"Let me see."

Wang Chen opened the lid and found that the surface of the tofu inside was covered with hairs, and there were a little black spots on it.

The best edamame has a layer of thick and pure white hair, with some black particles evenly distributed on it, which are spores and a sign of mature edamame.

"That's right, so much hair." Wang Chen looked at the tofu and nodded in satisfaction, "I thought you didn't have much hair at such a young age."

Xiangling has so much hair, which is beyond his surprise.

After being praised by Wang Chen, Xiangling immediately laughed and said, "Of course! I am the most talented chef!"

"Okay, then let's go to the back kitchen to have a look. When the supermarket opens, I'll set up a snack stall outside. Then you can directly sell these two kinds of tofu there."

Wang Chen got up, stacked the two basins together and picked them up.

"But... can it really work?"

Xiangling's heart was still a little beating.

Compared with these, her slime cooking is not a little dark.

In the back kitchen.

Master Mao, who was cooking, smelled a bad smell, and then he saw Wang Chen and Xiang Ling walking back.

Wang Chen still held two basins in his arms.

However, he didn't ask any more questions, but buried himself in the cooking.

Wang Chen had already started to heat the oil, and Xiang Ling grasped the rice crust to breathe out the fire, and adjusted the firepower freely.

The oil temperature rose.

Wang Chen put in the stinky tofu and started frying it. All of a sudden, the whole back kitchen was filled with a strange smell.

The old eight called the expert!

The rice crust was choked, and the old fire almost didn't come up.

Family, this guy is bombing!

Wang Chen was intoxicated, his Adam's apple rolled, and then he took out the stinky tofu and put it in a bowl.

Next to it is the prepared sauce, pour it directly.

There must be no less green vegetables, around the little green hat.

Become!

Xiangling immediately backed away three feet, she couldn't accept the taste, her eyes were filled with rejection.

Master Mao, who was cooking in full swing, suddenly smelled a foul smell. He thought the toilet had exploded. When he turned around, he found that the source of the smell was the small bowl in Wang Chen's hand.

At this time, Wang Chen was stuffing something black into his mouth, and he was dumbfounded!

"Master Wang Chen, you are!"

Master Mao was dumbfounded.

What is this?

How is it better than the snail powder a few days ago?

"This is a new dish I made."

After being seen by Master Mao, Wang Chen's eyes lit up, and he was worried that no one would try it!He thinks it is not good to eat, it still depends on the taste of people in this world.

He immediately filled a bowl, poured the sauce on it, and handed out the tofu.

"This, this..."

Master Mao Khan came down. Looking at the look in Wang Chen's eyes, he was a little flustered, but he took it subconsciously.

"Eat!"

"It's all ready, why don't you eat it?"

Wang Chen laughed, seeing Master Mao's serious face, he couldn't help urging him.

"Master Wang Chen, I dare not eat it!"

Master Mao said in mourning.

Wang Chen was speechless. He walked over, picked up a piece of stinky tofu and put it in his mouth. He said, "Eating tofu is a beautiful thing!"

"Not salty, not bland, the taste is really good!"

Smacking his lips, Wang Chen felt a little unfinished.

"Master Mao, look, it's all right, eat it, eat it while it's hot!"