I am Qinxing No.1

Chapter 361
Control the water temperature below [-] degrees to the extent that it can emit heat without causing the hot soup to produce water vapor. In theory, as long as it is properly controlled, these frozen osmanthus flowers can be "spring with dead wood".

But this is easy to say, but so difficult to do, even if Zhou Dong has practiced it tens of thousands of times in the Good Fortune Kitchen, he still dare not say that he is absolutely sure.

Today is absolutely impossible to miss. To resolve the Fan family’s move invisible, it must be [-]% successful. That’s why Zhou Dong secretly used the legendary skill of washing vegetables. Improved a lot.

The cauldron was not covered, and the drawer was more like a bracket hanging above the water. When Zhou Dong swept his right hand over it, the heat in the pot had penetrated into the drawer. The five Laoxionggou brothers who stood watching immediately sniffed There is a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

"No, the water seems to be over fifty degrees!"

The cages in the old tavern were not completely full. There were two bamboo ears protruding from the outer ring, which could just be fastened to the two protruding cage frames on the inner wall of the pot, so there were still gaps between the outer ring of the cage drawer and the wall of the pot. Through the gap, Yan Xiang saw countless small air bubbles on the wall of the water-soaked pot through the gap, and knew that the water temperature in the pot was high, so he quickly reminded Zhou Dong.

"It's fine."

Before Yan Xiang finished speaking, Zhou Dong had already copied into the bucket of ice cubes with one hand, nestled some ice water in his hand, gestured downwards, drops of ice water fell into the pot along his index finger, and Without seeing how he aimed, the ice water dripped obediently along the gap between the drawer and the wall of the pot.

"One drop, two drops."

Yan Xiang's eyes widened, fearing that he would make a mistake, and finally counted to seven drops, only to see Zhou Dong turn his hand over and stop pouring ice water into the pot.

"The bubbles under the surface of the water disappeared!"

As the water in the pot gradually warmed up, the bubbles that appeared on the wall of the pot disappeared one by one, and the water surface did not even have the slightest ripple. .

"Look at the temperature of the water!"

Xiong Buer took out a thermometer from nowhere and stuffed it directly into Yan Xiang's hands. Today's good fortune belongs to Lao Wu, and of course Lao Wu should be the first to discover Zhou Dong's magical means.

"48.5 degrees Celsius!"

Picking up the thermometer, Yan Xiang was in a daze for a while, and then subconsciously looked at the osmanthus fragrans that had been baked by heat, and the buds seemed to open bigger, and couldn't tell what it was like.

"Shocking Pot. Is that why he got his name?"

No more, no less, seven drops of ice water, the water temperature control is so precise, even Yan Xiang has never seen such a method in Master Shen Beggar!

Including that the water temperature will also be affected after the thermometer is put into the water, the Zhou Mian Wang's control of the water temperature is actually accurate to 0.5-1 degree!

Fifty degrees of hot water will produce water vapor, and this Zhou Mian Wang forcefully presses the water temperature at around 49 degrees, so that the pot can always maintain the maximum heat without generating water vapor!

In Yan Xiang's eyes, such a method is already miraculous!
"It's ready to bloom!"

Zhou Dong probed the temperature with one hand, and dripped ice water into the pot from time to time with the other. His quick and accurate technique was like a robot.

After about 10 minutes like this, I suddenly stopped dripping ice water into the pot and stared at the water surface under the cage, and the water temperature finally broke through [-] degrees!

Streams of hot steam rushed up the cage, and the dense white mist enveloped the sweet-scented osmanthus that was almost fully open.

At this moment, Zhou Dong suddenly slapped the two ears of the iron pot with his palms in a gesture of clasping his hands together, and laughed loudly at the same time: "Suddenly like a spring breeze, thousands of trees and thousands of sweet-scented osmanthus bloom!"

These sweet-scented osmanthus fragrans, which Yan Xiang racked his brains to preserve in the freezer, were shaken by the ears of the pot, piercing the water mist one after another, and jumped out of the cage!
"These frozen sweet-scented osmanthus are most taboo to inhale water vapor during the thawing process, because it will dilute their proper aroma;
But after all, it has been frozen and stored for a long time, and some water will still be lost. In fact, it still needs to be added accurately.

But chefs often can't even do a good job of preventing the intrusion of water vapor, let alone adding water accurately at the same time, which is almost impossible!
I thought it was just a beautiful wish, but I didn't expect it to become a reality before my eyes! "

Yan Xiang muttered to himself as if lost in spirit, even his body was trembling slightly,
This person is not the kind of chef the master said!When I see this kind of person, I have to do 'put your face aside and hug your thighs'!If hugging one leg isn't enough, hug both of his legs together!
"What are you doing looking at me like that? A rolling pin!"

Zhou Dong took a bamboo basket and threw it into the air, the fragrance was still coming to his face, but the blossoming sweet-scented osmanthus had fallen into it one after another, and he put it on the temporary noodle table set up in the courtyard.

After receiving the rolling pin from Yan Xiang, Zhou Dong grabbed a ball of dough, pushed and pulled it, and pressed it into a long strip shape, and then rolled it back and forth with the rolling pin for only two or three times, and it became as thin as a cicada's wing, as if transparent .

Yanxiang gasped when he saw it. There are glutinous rice noodles in the dough, which are the easiest to stick to the table. Let alone a few ordinary chefs, even if they are given enough time, it is difficult to make it so thin. Maybe only Master God Beggar has such means, right?

Seeing Zhou Dong grab a few sweet-scented osmanthus flowers, lightly rub the petals, and sprinkle them on the noodles, but instead of rolling them back and pressing them like making pastry, they just spread them on the dough table, and then grabbed a ball of dough , also pressed long and thin and transparent, and the cover was pressed on this piece of dough sprinkled with sweet-scented osmanthus.

At this time, two sheets of dough as thin as cicada's wings had already wrapped some petals, and then Zhou Dong sprinkled petals on top, and then covered the dough, layer by layer, and repeated, and pressed hundreds of layers, every two layers There are petals falling between them.

At this time, looking at it under the sunlight, there seemed to be a long strip of amber placed on the case, with countless pieces of light yellow osmanthus petals scattered in the middle of the amber, which really looked like a top-level work of art.

"This cake hasn't been beaten yet, but it looks like it has been carefully beaten hundreds of times. It's unbelievable!"

Although not all of the people present were experts in white cases, at least they were half-experts. Naturally, everyone saw not only the appearance, but the astonishing means behind it.

How can the glutinous rice become more delicate and translucent without beating?
Not to mention that a certain proportion of high-gluten flour is added here!But Zhou Dong just put the sweet-scented osmanthus into the noodles, which looks better than many made lard sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. Does this not leave a way for people to survive?

"Don't stand still, help me oil the mallet!"

Zhou Dong picked up the noodle shovel while talking, and gently pried up one end of this piece of dough with hundreds of layers, then supported this end with one hand, and slanted the palm of the other hand like a knife, and stroked back against the noodle table!
With a bit of ingenuity, Zhou Dong took advantage of the situation to lift up the dough, swung his arms in the air, and threw it into the rectangular cake trough.

This kind of cake trough is very similar to the horse feed trough in the stable. It is rectangular and about three feet deep. The cake powder is more delicate and blended with each other, so that the final steamed cake has a better taste and is more crystal clear.

The more authentic the cake is, the higher the transparency will be, indicating that the chef's craftsmanship is better.

The cake trough is a tool for making cakes for many years. It is generally made of pine wood with a relatively low density. The cake trough of Yanxiang is made of old pine wood from the three northern provinces. Filled with flour, it will never stick to the cake, unlike some new cake troughs, once hammered down, the cake flour will directly stick to the bottom of the trough, and even old cooks will have a headache.

There is no need to worry about sticking cakes in the cake trough, but the cake mallet needs to be wiped with lard before each use. This is also a job that seems simple but actually tests the skills. If too much oil is applied, the cake maker will not be able to use his strength. The cake will stick to the mallet if the oil is low. Restarting the mallet is not much easier than pulling out the radish. Zhou Dong asked Yan Xiang to apply the oil because he believed that he was professional enough.

Taking the buttered cake mallet from Yan Xiang, Zhou Dong weighed it in his hand, and praised: "Good guy!" Without holding the mallet with both hands, he turned his right hand slightly, and made a flower in the air, and then floated lightly. The hammer hit the cake.

"Crack! Spike—!"

If you are a layman hitting the cake, this blow is a pit, and then you should pull back the cake hammer with gritted teeth, and you will be tired and broken after one or two strokes.

But Zhou Dong's mallet was very nimble. It hit the cake with a light and crisp sound. It was obvious that the strength was not lacking, but it didn't make a hole directly. The hammer head slipped and slid down the cake trough, making a sound. The piercing sound.

The power of this mallet was not wasted at all, it was all exerted on the cake,
What's more, the cake trough shook simultaneously from the beginning to the end. It was obvious that Zhou Dong's force was even and ingenious, and this hammer could beat ten hammers from others!
Zhou Dong chuckled, his wrists fluttered, and he saw that the mallet was light and heavy, left and right, dancing like flowers.

When the mallets were used to their heart's content, everyone could only feel the smell of oil in their noses, and the hammer fell like rain in front of their eyes. In the end, their eyes were blurred, and they didn't even see clearly when Zhou Dong added it, how much lard was added, and how much lard was added. When was the brown sugar added, and what method was used to beat the brown sugar evenly into the cake, let alone how he turned the cake in the groove with one hand and a mallet
Zhou Dong knew it well, and after a full hundred and eight hammers, he stopped hitting, smiled and said to Yan Xiang: "I will trouble Master Yan for the work of making cakes, cutting cakes, and steaming cakes. There should be no problem?"

"Don't dare to be the king of Zhou Mian, don't call me Master Yan, I'm so ashamed!"

Although the cake has not been baked yet, the cake ball in the trough is as crystal clear, and the mottled sunlight penetrates into the cake body, and Yan Xiang can see the flowers in the cake body.
'Those flowers it hides quietly in the crystal,

Blossoms blooming brightly one by one,

My youth and my love are all in these flowers,

If you add a few tablespoons of lard, it will be right.
La la la la, la la la la, la la la la la."

At this moment, Yan Xiang suddenly wanted to sing loudly, Master Shen Beggar was right, his chance has really come!
Therefore, recite the song, dance with hands and feet, and then hug it with your thighs!

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