Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 907

Yang Song took out a piece of tofu and cut off the outermost old skin of the tofu.

To make Wensi tofu, it is necessary to make the tofu even in texture.

From the first cut, be careful and bold.

It sounds contradictory, but it has to be done.

Yang Song held his breath and concentrated, first cut the tofu into slices, each slice should be as thin as paper, from this step onwards, the tofu slices should be of the same thickness and normal size.

The cut paper tofu lay down obliquely, and the next step is to shred it.

To shred paper tofu, find a suitable cutting board.

This paper tofu is too tender. If you cut it on a wooden chopping board, the bottom surface may be crushed.

There are chefs who cut tofu in water.

It's a good idea to cut with the soft but ubiquitous buoyancy of the water.

Yang Song didn't like to use it, he was worried that the freshness of the tofu would be taken away by the water before cooking.

So, he would cut on a paper cutting board.

The so-called paper cutting board is to suspend a piece of cooked rice paper and fix two sections, put the tofu on it and then cut it.

Yang Song put the tofu paper hill on it, took a deep breath, and raised the knife to cut.

The knife rises and falls, and the angle and strength are exactly the same every time.

Otherwise, it is impossible to guarantee that each tofu filament is of average thickness.

During the whole process, Yang Song handled the knife like the wind, flowing clouds and flowing water, in one go.

The next moment after cutting, the clear chicken soup in the pot is ready, and it happens to be ready to be put into the pot.

It's not a coincidence that Yang Song's favorite thing to do when cooking is to grasp the timing and keep the dishes absolutely fresh.

The shredded tofu is put into the pot, and it quickly floats away, blending with shredded mushrooms, shredded winter bamboo shoots, shredded ham, and shredded chicken breast.

The strands are white, light, and elegant, like the rain on the fields in spring.

"uncanny workmanship!"

"Are you still human?"

"Tofu can really be shredded."

When the Wensi tofu soup was served, the three of Fat Wei opened the soup lid with a pilgrimage.

All kinds of silks with clear roots, as thin as hair, not sticky, not broken.

The three stood up respectfully, bowed to the bowl of tofu soup, and began to eat.

At the first bite, it is shockingly soft, tender and mellow.

"I feel like the tofu is melting in my mouth."

"It turns out that this is the legendary melt-in-the-mouth."

"It's so fresh, I feel like my whole body has been purified by this bowl of soup."

"I don't need a spoon at all. The soup and the ingredients are integrated. I feel that every mouthful I drink seems to be the same amount of tofu shreds, and the various shreds are evenly distributed."

"God, how come shredded ham, shredded mushrooms, shredded bamboo shoots, and shredded tofu taste so good together?"

"The vegetable soup is too smooth."

These three people seem to have forgotten that the base soup is clear chicken soup.

"Tofu is really the most delicious ingredient in the world."

Chen Ming: I just like the way you guys have never seen the world.

"Brother Song, I also want a bowl of Wensi tofu soup!"

The guests waiting outside discovered: "It turns out that Baifengge can make Wensi tofu soup."

On the surface, Yang Song was as steady as an old bull, but in his heart: "There have always been, but we bought it for 99."

Affordable, without exception, ordered.

Li Ke and Li Qingti also ordered a portion each, and drank the tofu soup to their satisfaction.

After Li Ke finished drinking, he said: "After drinking, I can go back and write code with peace of mind. I am no longer afraid of bugs."

Li Qingti stretched his neck, and even stretched his waist: "After making this bowl of tofu soup, I will explode [-] words tonight."

Lawyer Meng Wan: "Beware of sudden death."

Li Ke and Li Qingti glared at Meng Wan together: "If you quarrel, you have some virtue in your mouth, wouldn't the lawyer die suddenly?"

Meng Wan said: "Let's not talk about those who stay up late to write codes or novels, how many words can you write in an hour?"

Li Qingti proudly said: "Three thousand words per hour is not a dream!"

Meng Wan’s analysis: “Assuming your speed remains the same, it will take six hours and four ten minutes to finish writing 10 words. Now it’s eight o’clock in the evening. When you come home after eating, I guess it will take 08:30 at the fastest, etc. After you finish writing, it’s past three o’clock, and this is an estimate based on the premise that you don’t go to the bathroom, don’t drink water, don’t distract yourself, and work steadily.”

Li Qingti didn't care and said, "So what? Brothers are people who are afraid of staying up late?"

As a master at staying up late, he can fight until dawn.

"Staying up late, coupled with high-intensity work, your brain is always excited, and you are bound to be very tired. You need a good rest to make up for it. However, you have to come to Baifeng Pavilion for dinner during the day, which is impossible. Guaranteed long-term sleep time, depending on your physique, you are already in a sub-healthy state, you should seldom do exercise, as I expected, as long as you stick to this lifestyle, I will be able to be in the hospital next month at the latest I see you." Meng Wan said.

"Impossible! I'm in good health, I'm used to it!" Li Qingti didn't take it to heart at all.

"I'll correct my mistake. Next week, I can see you in the hospital." Meng Wan said.

Today is the 23rd, and it will soon be the end of the month.

"Don't always worry about sending me to the hospital." Li Qingti restrained herself for a long time, but she still couldn't restrain herself, picked up the empty bowl and licked the bottom of the bowl.

"What about me, what about me?" Li Ke was still very excited: "When will I enter the hospital?"

"What are you so happy for?" Meng Wan said, "You like to ride an ambulance?"

Li Kedao: "You don't understand. My daily life is eating, sleeping, and writing code. It hasn't changed for so many years. The obsessive-compulsive disorder is getting worse and worse. I thought that if I fell ill and went to the hospital, maybe my obsessive-compulsive disorder Enough."

Can you do this?

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder, why can't you see a psychiatrist?"

"No, I don't have a psychiatrist in my schedule."

"Only when I fall ill can I stop for a while, otherwise I won't be able to let go of my code until the earth explodes."

This is what contemporary workaholics look like.

Li Qingti said: "Your obsessive-compulsive disorder is worse than mine. At most, I can't write manuscripts during the day."

He said again: "It's not easy to get sick? You go back tonight and take a cold shower, then turn the air conditioner to the lowest temperature, without covering the quilt, and you will definitely catch a cold in 10 minutes. If you can insist on getting rid of a liter of ice cubes Drinks, and an ambulance can be called tonight."

What a bad idea.

Meng Wan said: "I have reason to suspect that you instigated him to commit suicide."

Unexpectedly, Li Kedao: "I did do that. I ate hot pot with the air conditioner on and drank ice cube drinks. I did it. I did have a fever afterwards, 39 degrees five."

"and after?"

"I wrapped the quilt and hid in the quilt to finish writing the code." Li Ke recalled: "After I finished writing the code, I realized that I was sweating all over and wet the quilt, but the fever subsided , I didn’t take a single pill.”

He was so proud of it in the end.

Coincidentally, Yang Song was making steamed dumplings for a table of guests, and he heard everything he should and shouldn't hear.

The next day, Yang Song did something big.

(End of this chapter)