I am Qinxing No.1

Chapter 426: The King of Sauces!

After all, it is a business, it seems that everything is well prepared.

When Zhou Dong walked into the courtyard, he could smell the aroma of fried sauce.

It is fresh and salty, and it whets the appetite. It is already around four o'clock in the afternoon. It seems that the merchant has prepared a chef for him. The chef is also very interesting. He did not prepare any big fish and meat, but very classic Old Kyoto Jajangmen.

"That's right, the old noodle sauce is used, at least three years old, with white hair and a sour taste.
This kind of sauce must use enough oil, preferably [-]/[-] of sesame oil plus soybean oil. First fry it quickly, then turn to low heat and stir slowly until the oil is absorbed into the sauce and reaches the oil sauce No degree is considered qualified.

Wait, this sauce is more than three or five years?Actually"

With Zhou Dong's knowledge, his eyes lighted up. The fried sauce made with old sauce made his mouth water, his stomach growled, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he directly called Shang Qingxiong Telling the whole story of what he taught, he was like a fool with a stick.

"I'll go, Lao Zhou, do you want to be so straightforward?"

Shang Qingxiong stared at Zhou Dong with wide-eyed eyes, and said to himself that you should turn a corner anyway, how can you give it so directly?It's killing me!

Uncle Chun was also taken aback, looked at Zhou Dong, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahaha, I understand what Chef Zhou means. I guess Qingxiong taught you to say these words, right?"

Shang Qingxiong waved his hands again and again: "Uncle Chun, why do you think this way? Do you think I am this kind of person?"

"You don't have to play tricks, kid, Uncle Chun doesn't care if you mean it or not.

Your grandfather said that he has been busy in the past few days and has no time to see Chef Zhou, so I will let you stay with Chef Zhou in this small courtyard these days, and show him more about the style of Kyoto."

Shang Qingxiong was overjoyed when he heard that: "That's fine, originally I didn't like to do this kind of company with others, but since it was told by grandpa, I can only reluctantly do it."

"you boy"

Uncle Chun glared at him, then turned his head and said to Zhou Dong: "Time is short, and the merchants have always lived a frugal life, but they didn't prepare any big fish and meat for Chef Zhou.
Today I have prepared the Jajangmen of old Kyoto for you. It is a little simpler, so you will fill your stomach first? "

Zhou Dong smiled and said, "Uncle Chun, you are too demanding. If the noodles made by the 30-year-old Baian are still called simple, then is there such a thing as gourmet food in this world?"

"Haha, as expected of Zhou Mian King, I, Lao Xing, know that if I cook my Zha Jiang Noodles for Zhou Mian King, then it is called a sword given to a strong man.

But, I just want to ask Zhou Mianwang a question, how do you know that I have 30 years of white case experience?This is so strange. "

Following the words, a fat man in a white skirt came out from the small kitchen in the west wing,
Looking at the faint hair color under the kitchen hat, he should be a person in his 50s or [-]s, but it is hard to tell whether it is [-] or [-], because the face is round and full of fat, without a trace of wrinkles. I can't see the wind and frost of the years.

"Xing Daoming, the white case of the capital, has long admired Zhou Mian Wang's name."

The fat man was grinning, with a look of intimacy on his face.

To be honest, when Zhou Dong first won the title of King of Face, he was actually very unconvinced. He once thought about going to Chudu to compete with this "younger generation" for skills.

But what Zhou Dong did later surprised him. Not to mention winning the international gold medal with his background in the white case, how could he be able to fall into Cang Yanshan's eyes by just brewing any kind of wine?Not to mention that Ling Zhenfeng went to Chudu, and when he came back, he solemnly recommended Zhou Dong to his superiors.

When did a chef from Huaxia Baian get such an honor?
Xing Daoming didn't realize that he was a little frustrated with this young man, but this young man became the team leader of the Guo·Yan Bai case as soon as he arrived, which still made him feel a little sour, so he thought of a small question for the week of the exam. Dong, now it seems that he is not troubled by him.
Uncle Chun smiled and said, "Master Xing is also a member of the National Yanbai case team, so to speak, he is under Chef Zhou.

Master Xing also served the old man before, and I heard that Chef Zhou is coming today, so he took the initiative to ask Ying to make a pot of fried noodles for you, haha. "

Zhou Dong felt something in his heart, and looked at Xing Daoming thoughtfully: "Master Xing is so polite, how can I be ashamed of this?"

"You're welcome, you're welcome, King Zhou Mian is the pride of our Bai case, shouldn't I be right?"

Xing Daoming smiled and said: "You haven't answered me yet, how can you tell that I have more than 30 years of white case experience?"

Zhou Dong said: "If you say I guessed it, do you believe it, Master Xing?"

"If you say that, I must believe it, but I know it's not the case."

"Haha, then I'll just say it straight."

Zhou Dong thought for a while and said, "At first I smelled the aroma of fried sauce, and I preliminarily judged that it must be more than three years old, but just now, I smelled it carefully again."

"How about it?"

"Hehe, three years is more than enough.
The taste of this sauce is strong and sour. It is the taste that can only be obtained after it has been fully fermented. The climate in Kyoto is dry and it is the easiest to make sauce. However, to achieve this effect, it is not possible to make it in three, five, or even ten or eight years. of.

I heard that in the late Qing Dynasty, the eunuchs in the palace made 'fireproof sauce',
That sauce can be said to have been made unintentionally. The best jars of them were forgotten by the eunuchs in the fireproof jars, and later discovered by the revolutionary army. No one can tell the age.

Later, some experts judged that it was more than five years, and some even judged that it was ten years later. In fact, it was not true. If you can give birth to half a foot thick white hair, you don’t even have to think about it for 20 years! "

Zhou Dong looked at Xing Daoming and said: "If it is made and preserved properly, it is not impossible to make sauce over 20 years old, but this sauce is not suitable for everyone. When frying sauce, you must use a large pot to fry it. The oil is tossed with a large spoon, just the skill of this pot and spoon, don’t even think about it without 30 to [-] years of practice, if it is not deep-fried or deep-fried, this sour aroma will not come out!
Also, for this kind of miso that has been used for many years, the people who make the sauce must pay attention to it so that it can be preserved properly. The fire-proof sauce that the eunuchs forgot is just an example. If it is not discovered at the right time, it will be Abandoned.

It can be seen that this sauce must be the old sauce that you have made yourself for many years, Master Xing!

I also synthesized all kinds of information and guessed for 30 years. Now it seems that I really guessed right? "

"Good guy" Xing Daoming was dumbfounded. He looked at Zhou Dong without saying a word for a long time, and finally sighed leisurely: "Yes! You are indeed the King of Zhou Mian! I was a little dissatisfied, Lao Xing, but now I am really convinced. You are amazing!"

Shang Qingxiong almost couldn't vomit when he heard it, and couldn't help asking: "Old Zhou, Master Xing, are you kidding me?
30 years of sauce, can it still be eaten?vomit."

Zhou Dong and Xing Daoming ignored him, you are a stick! The 30-year-old noodle sauce is not something you can eat if you want it, it is called the king of sauces!Ordinary people can smell it, that is considered a blessing!
Zhou Dong looked at Shang Qingxiong: "If you don't like to eat, I will get your share later?"

"Don't, I'm not stupid, how can I let go of the good things that you have to swallow, Lao Zhou?

I'm going all out, let alone 30 years, I dare to eat 50 years! "

"Hehe, Chef Zhou, please sit here, I'll bring you the sauce and noodles."

Xing Dao understood Shang Qingxiong with a glance, and said to himself, do you really dare to say that I would be willing to give you the 50-year-old miso?

He didn't even let Uncle Chun, because every mouthful of this sauce will lose one mouthful, Zhou Mianwang is naturally qualified to eat it, and he really feels distressed if someone else came to chew the peony.

(End of this chapter)