Global Food Tour

Chapter 50 "Chinese Cuisine" that Is Crudely Made! [Ask for a ticket, can you? 】

Zhang Feng opened a golden coconut with a knife and poured the juice inside into the pot, but he didn't stop working hard. He threw away the coconut shell in his hand and started to process the flour.

The old man didn't ask, but just silently watched Zhang Feng's methods and methods, as if he wanted to record something.

Zhang Feng didn't speak either, but the movements in his hands became faster and faster, and soon he made a special big bun skin.

And the seafood soup in the pot was ready, Zhang Feng immediately poured the soup into a bowl and said, "Where is the refrigerator?"

"Outside, you're going to freeze it?"

"Ah."

Adula hurriedly led Zhang Feng the way, and soon, Zhang Feng put the bowl containing the thick soup into the freezer of the refrigerator, and then he let out a sigh of relief, and said: "The method is a bit rough, and many tools are not suitable here. Just make do with it, but the taste won’t be too bad.”

"Okay, okay, this is a tissue, wipe off your sweat."

The old man, on the other hand, was still looking at the marks left by Zhang Feng in the kitchen, as if he was trying to comprehend something. When the old man's hand touched the knife, he trembled, as if he was very nervous.

"!@#￥%&*" The old man kept repeating this sentence in the local language.

As for Zhang Feng, who has been regarded as the honored guest by Adura, he took out the best black tea and made Zhang Feng a cup of tea, and then said: "I'll go and see my father."

Adula walked cautiously to the door, saw his old father touching the knife, inexplicably poked tears, but then stretched his brows again, murmured: "Fortunately, it's not too late."

After about 15 minutes, Zhang Feng took out the condensed seafood broth in the refrigerator, then walked into the kitchen, saw the old man still standing there, greeted him politely, and got busy again.

The cylindrical handle of the cleaned large iron spoon was processed against the dough, and then the bowl was turned on the dough to make a very nice big bun. The whole process seems to be very simple.

"This is adjusted to xx degrees."

Zhang Feng said to Adura, and Adura hastily adjusted the temperature of the steamer.

"After xx minutes, the pot will be out on time, and then you can enjoy it after blowing it with cool wind for a few minutes." Zhang Feng said calmly.

Although Adula was amazed by Zhang Feng's knife skills, he was not very optimistic about Zhang Feng's "shoddy" buns, but he had already achieved half of his goal, and the latter would not be very troublesome.

As the minutes passed, Zhang Feng started talking with the father and son. Of course, Adura was acting as an interpreter, and the old man asked some in-depth questions. For Zhang Feng, who has cooking skills, general problems are really not a problem.

This made the old man glance at Zhang Feng even more, and when the conversation was about to start, the machine rang, and Adura hurriedly took out the steamed buns that were as white and tender as a woman's breasts, and then blew them under the cool wind .

Zhang Feng wanted to laugh when he saw it, but at the same time he praised himself in his heart, saying that his craftsmanship was still good.

"Please!" Zhang Feng gestured to the old man.

The old man's face instantly showed a childlike innocent smile, and he had strong expectations. In addition to testing knife skills, Huaxia's dishes also tested the chef's understanding of ingredients. Zhang Feng's understanding of seafood has reached an ordinary level. Unattainable, when the cool wind blows, even the seafood enclosed in the skin emits a touch of heart-warming taste.

"This..." Suddenly Adura let out a cry of surprise, because he saw an unbelievable picture.

The steamed stuffed bun on the table gradually became transparent, accompanied by the dim light, there were various animals swimming in it that seemed to be in the sea.

"Carved with shrimp meat," Zhang Feng explained with a smile.

"Why...why wasn't it boiled?" Adura asked in surprise.

Zhang Feng smiled, walked forward, turned on the LED light of his mobile phone, and shined pure white light on the buns. The crystal-clear buns were immediately revealed. The soup inside was unusually "clear", but there was something at the bottom. So a layer of white stuff.

"This is a secret, the old man will taste it first, and then we will talk."

"Okay, okay." The old man couldn't wait any longer, picked up the straw tremblingly, and inserted it into the steamed stuffed bun under Zhang Feng's signal.

After brushing his beard, he put his mouth on the straw, sucked lightly, and a burst of mellow soup entered the old man's mouth, and the old man closed his mouth in satisfaction the moment the soup entered his mouth.

Soup is one of the greatest cooking methods invented by human beings. Its original intention is to drive away the cold and dehumidify, but it has been continuously developed by our Chinese nation. A good soup needs to be boiled for a long time to get the kind A feeling of instant gratification.

"Good, good... good." The old man praised the feeling that the soup brought him with the simplest words.

Zhang Feng just smiled. He once tasted a kind of thick soup in a small town in the north. He boiled it for three days and three nights, but that kind of taste was not on the same level as the old man's current state of satisfaction. If so, it means "have never seen the world".

The old man didn't know Zhang Feng's thoughts at all, but took another sip, the red light on his face became much brighter, his breath became heavier, and Adula who was watching was also a little moved.

"Is it really so delicious?" Adura thought.

Looking at the performance of the old man, Zhang Feng was determined. He sat aside and drank tea, waiting leisurely for the old man to be shocked by the moment when the whole soup dumpling bloomed after he finished sucking the soup.

Seeing the changing expression on his old father's face, Adula was very anxious, but because of his dignity and face, he could only worry secretly.

"Uncle, is your black tea the best?" Zhang Feng asked.

Adura shook his head hastily, and said, "It is my best, but the best is not it."

"Haha, where can I drink the best black tea?" Zhang Feng asked again.

Adura thought for a while, and said: "Well, if you come early, I believe my father can make the best black tea, although he hasn't made it for many years, and now the time has passed, the best The tea is at its peak in January, and the black tea at that time is the best black tea in Nuwara Eliya!"

"Oh!"

A sudden exclamation interrupted their conversation. Zhang Feng was not too surprised, but Adura was not. His pupils were getting bigger and bigger, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

"This……"

"It's just a kind of use of ingredients, don't think too much, the old man will continue." Zhang Feng said with a smile.

Knowing the meaning on Zhang Feng's face, the old man cut off a piece of bun skin with utensils, wrapped some leftover seafood and the like, and put it in his mouth as he parted his beard.

The elastic bun skin was cut open by the old man's teeth, as if he was biting squid skin, crushing the ingredients wrapped in the skin, and all kinds of non-conflicting smells came, and the old man's face was flushed red and shiny.

"Father, father, what's wrong with you?" Adura asked with concern.

(End of this chapter)