Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 908

What exactly Yang Song did, we have to wait until the peeing cow balls are made.

After all, peeing cow balls is a matter of tonight.

At the end of the evening business, Yang Song took out the clear soup that had solidified into a white paste state from the refrigerator.

"It looks like white marble, isn't it too beautiful?" Everyone was surprised.

Yang Song hung off the top layer of slick oil, poured the remaining clear soup into the pot and boiled it again.

While waiting, Yang Song picked two big eggs and took out the egg whites.

The way he takes the egg whites is very special.

I pinched the egg and knocked it skillfully on the spoon, the egg yolk fell into the bowl, and the rest of the egg white was put into another bowl.

There is a clear distinction between Wei and Wei, just in one clever word.

The egg whites are stirred well and the soup is brought to a boil.

Yang Song picked up the spoon and kept stirring the broth, taking the opportunity to pour all the egg whites into it.

"Why add egg white?" Zhao Xingxing asked everyone's confusion.

No one answered him.

"Brother Chen Ming, do you know why Brother Song added egg whites to it?" Zhao Xingfu didn't give up.

Yang Song has put so much thought into this pot of clear soup, every action must have deep meaning, he wants to find out what's going on.

Chen Ming glanced at him disdainfully: "You don't even know this?"

"I don't know." Zhao Xingfu was honest and didn't feel ashamed.

Chen Ming didn't know either, but this didn't prevent Chen Ming from being able to pretend.

"Brother Ming, just tell us if you know." Meng Shijia was also very curious, "If you add egg whites to such a beautiful pot of soup, there will be egg flakes. It's not pretty."

As a rich man in the capital, Meng Shijia has eaten boiled cabbage, and he knows that the clear soup must be as clear as water.

Shen Huaizhao was also curious, but she didn't ask.

Chen Ming refused to say, so Meng Shijia could only ask his own sister.

"Shut up and read on." Meng Shihan actually didn't know, but she knew that as long as she read on, she would know the answer.

I really can't see it, and when Yang Song finishes the dishes, he will definitely tell her.

Stir the egg whites in, Yang Song turned up the heat a little bit, and then left it alone.

He began to leisurely make peeing beef balls.

How laid back?

"On the other side of the mountain, on the other side of the sea, there are a group of Smurfs..." Yang Song hummed, and made round and solid pissing cow balls.

In the clear soup not far away, flocs floated on the surface.

Yang Song turned down the heat, and more flocs rose from the bottom of the pot and gathered around the edge of the pot.

Yang Song took a small colander and cleaned up beside him.

The adsorption force of egg white is very strong, and it can absorb the last slight residue in the clear soup.

Yang Song scooped up the egg flower carefully.

This process can be called sweeping the soup and is the last step in clear soup.

"It's really like clear water."

"The next step is to cook the pee beef balls in clear soup?"

Chen Ming and Zhao Xingxing discussed with each other facing each other.

Yang Song said: "Of course not."

This kind of clear soup cannot be used to cook pee beef balls. After cooking, the soup will no longer be clear and the taste will be greatly reduced.

Yang Song brought a casserole over and said, "The ratio of clear water and clear soup is one to two to cook the meatballs."

Cook the meatballs and serve them with the purest broth.

"You can eat."

This time, Yang Song gave each of them six loose urine pills.

"One mouthful of soup, one mouthful of urinating beef balls, just eat like this."

There is no need for any side dishes anymore, the beef balls and the clear soup are the perfect match.

Chen Ming was the first to swallow the ball, and the moment he bit down on it with his lips and teeth.

呲!
The meatballs are so juicy, the mouth is full of the sweet and delicious juice of the shrimp meat, with a hint of bitterness, and then the thick taste of the beef and the bitterness merge together, and the aroma is even more jaw-dropping at this moment.

He originally planned to chew the balls and take a sip of the clear soup, but he couldn't open his mouth at all, the mouth was full of bursting juice.

For the first time, Chen Ming didn't even want to say the word "delicious", he opened his mouth reluctantly.

It turns out that this is the real pissing beef ball, which makes people eat it in their mouths and can't bear to talk, for fear that the good taste in their mouths will escape.

"Take another sip of soup." Yang Song reminded.

He is very relaxed and enjoying himself at this time.

Everyone's food is telling Yang Song with facts: Brother Song, you succeeded, it's amazing!

Chen Ming didn't use a spoon, he directly picked up the bowl, opened his lips slightly, and took a sip of the clear soup.

Drinking clear soup is like spring snow, and like a stream of clear water rushing from the Lingtai to the limbs and bones. The dead trees are in spring, and the mind is clear.

"What kind of fairy soup is this soup?" Meng Shijia just opened his mouth, and immediately covered his mouth again.

Chen Ming's method was to drink three or four mouthfuls in a row, taking advantage of the deliciousness, to feast on the two pee pills.

The clear soup seems to be full of prosperity on their taste buds, and the peeing beef balls are flowers blooming and bearing fruit.

Zhao Xingxing said that he can eat this bowl of peeing beef balls for a lifetime.

"From now on, I'll have to eat urine pills every day!"

too delicious.

How delicious is it?
If Zhao Xingfu knew when and when he would die, the last meal in his life would be to pee on cow balls.

"I want to die with peeing cow balls. Every year on the anniversary of Qingming, my descendants will offer me peeing cow balls!"

It was amazing, as if he had already been in love and married.

There are no children, and I am already thinking about the incense of future generations.

The foodie went crazy, and life and death couldn't stop it.

Yang Song was speechless: "You can also see that this dish is too troublesome to cook every day."

When he came back from the vegetable market, he started to prepare, and it was almost twelve o'clock by now.

"It took about ten hours to make it." Yang Song said with emotion: "Actually, this pot of clear soup is almost meaningless. I should prepare it for twelve hours. That's the real perfection."

Zhao Xingxing and Meng Shijia, who were eager to lick their bowls, looked up together: "Brother Song, is this almost meaningless?"

Yang Song was very regretful: "It's the first time to make clear soup, and the technique is not skilled enough, so let's make a living like this."

Shen Huaizhao also put down the spoon that had been in his mouth for a long time.

Meng Shihan is the proprietress, and she has two more peeing cow balls than others. This time it is Yang Song who takes care of his daughter-in-law openly and aboveboard.

She was the last to finish eating, and this time she couldn't bear it: "How else can it be delicious? This is already delicious."

Meng Shijia nodded again and again: "I have eaten boiled cabbage, and the soup in it is similar to yours."

Meng Shihan also nodded.

The boiled cabbage that their siblings ate was also the specialty of the head chef of the Imperial Dining Room in the capital.

The imperial dining room is not an imperial dining room in the traditional sense, but a restaurant that specializes in court dishes.

The chef's surname is Cai, and his name is Cai Baiwei. It is said that he has learned to cook since he was a child, and he can already cook before he can speak.

He is also a well-known talented chef in the Beijing chef circle.

Yang Song was in a hurry last time, so it was a pity that he couldn't go to visit.

However, he thought about it for a moment, anyway, he planned to open the Baifeng Pavilion to the capital in the future, and he would not forget about it when he would meet again.

"Chef Baiwei's boiled cabbage, the clear soup in it is still different from yours, but in terms of taste, there is no difference between the two of you." Meng Shihan affirmed.

(End of this chapter)