Global Food Tour

Chapter 75 Using ingredients skillfully, a big meal is about to be cooked! (asking for a ticket)

"Ah? Really? This is a seafood cooking competition. Are you afraid that they won't admit it if you use this? Besides, the ingredients for mixed fried rice are not enough, ah, are you planning to use seafood instead? Young people who have ideas, dare to innovate, Unlike those of us, the master’s rules have not been changed for so many years, for fear that the dishes will lose their taste.” Zhao Si recalled the past time when he was apprenticed to a master.

"Well, yes, the teacher said, one should stick to the tradition and not seek major innovations, but the taste can be guaranteed to remain the same, but I was classified into the second type, the kind that is unconstrained and moves according to one's heart." Zhang Feng responded that this was what an old chef told him when he was traveling in Sichuan and Sichuan.

Zhang Feng always kept the words of the old man in his heart, because he had eaten the most delicious food from the old man.

"Okay, let's go." Zhao Si pointed to the location that was originally prepared for them in the hotel.

"Zhao Si, what do you mean?" asked the chef next door.

Zhao Si pursed his lips and said: "Our boss' nephew is also a cook, let him come and take part in the training!"

"What? Aren't you insulting us?" the cook said with a red neck.

Zhang Feng kept smiling the whole time, because he couldn't understand the local language, so he could only pretend to be stupid. Of course, he didn't forget to turn on the live broadcast. Such a grand event, naturally had to be shared.

"Hey, veterans, does anyone understand the language here? I feel like a badass." Zhang Feng asked.

【Won't……】

[Isn’t it possible to travel all over the world by learning English? 】

[Bah, I learned mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and I am not afraid to travel all over the world! 】

[I will, let me listen... It's a bit noisy, I'm not very proficient. 】

[Forget it, I won't, host, I suggest you must win. ] The audience who spoke the Lankan language just now said again.

Zhang Feng probably understood that he was not wanted to see him on the left and right, but he didn't care. He was indeed too young and didn't want to be a chef with background at all. Moreover, he didn't plan to meet these people, he was just so confident.

"Don't worry, I won't be a human if I don't eat that tuna tonight!" Zhang Feng swore in front of countless audiences.

【Haha, okay, let's wait, the melon seed beer skewers are ready! 】

[I'm also ready, there's a lot to eat. 】

【I just ordered a crayfish, hehe. 】

[Brother anchor, you must win. 】

……

The audience happily showed off their food, or chatted about interesting things about travel and food, while Zhang Feng put away his glasses and calmly waited for the start of the competition.

Naturally, the sponsors made a publicity at the opening, and several temporary gourmets also arrived and waited.

The half-hour "advertising" time finally passed, the person in charge of the event, that is, the middle-aged man who snatched the tuna, announced the start of the competition, and Zhang Feng started to move.

After selecting the seafood ingredients I needed, I started to process them, and the other chefs also got busy.

"Here, I'm going to steam it first, which will help make the outer meat firmer." Zhang Feng said while holding an unknown seafood.

[Anchor, can you introduce these seafood, we don't know many of them. 】

[Yes, I feel like an illiterate, let the host briefly introduce me. 】

……

"I'm like you, I don't know each other. However, in the hands of a serious chef, you only need to cut a knife to know what it is suitable for!" Zhang Feng said, and the movements of his hands became faster.

Just pack up the top ten kinds of seafood, and start to prepare other things. Lanka's seasoning is not rich, but it is also quite a lot. Seafood can also be used instead of seasoning in assorted fried rice.

"The oil used here is the unique tea oil, which is similar to olive oil and clear oil, but I heard that it has a strange fragrance, try it." Zhang Feng said and poured the light red tea into the already heated pot. Oil.

"Well... there is such a strange smell, but it is not the color. I have to remove some of it." Zhang Feng didn't want the color of the camellia oil to affect his fried rice.

You must know that the strongest and most delicious fried rice is when the rice and the ingredients are fully fused, and the rice grains can guarantee the original color, preferably white, which can only be achieved by the century chef in Hong Kong.

"Let me tell you, the really superb fried rice is that the rice grains can keep the original color after frying, not the so-called three grains of rice and one egg yolk." Zhang Feng said while feeling the oil temperature.

"Now, there is a more difficult problem. I don't like the rice they cook here. This kind of rice is boiled in a pot with water, dried and stored or polished. The color of this rice is They are light yellow, as you have seen in the cooked rice, I personally like white, so I have to find a way to get rid of their yellow color, guess which of the three things in front of me can do it?" Zhang Feng made a small pass, It's almost there.

Regardless of how the audience guessed in the live broadcast room, Zhang Feng continued to follow his steps, put the rice that had been dried into single grains into the pot, then put the chopped coconut fruit into the pot, and quickly flipped Fried up.

The chef next to him saw this scene, couldn't help but smiled contemptuously, and glanced at Zhao Si, Zhao Si smiled, he didn't care at all, and said in his heart: "Old boy, I will blind your eyes later. "

Of course, Zhao Si didn't know what Zhang Feng was going to do, but he knew that Zhang Feng wouldn't be so stupid as to use coconut nuts to serve with rice and make fried rice. The taste of the two really clashed.

……

"So that's it!" Zhao Si reacted faster than the audience in the live broadcast room. He understood that Zhang Feng was going to decolorize the rice. Looking at the suitable size of coconut fruit and the scoop on the side, Zhao Si had to admire Zhang Feng. maple.

[I'll go, you see, the rice grains are changing, I can see it by zooming in! 】

[This is decolorization? 】

[Slut, it’s too scary. By the way, it’s a waste of time to ask why you don’t need refined rice. 】

[Are you stupid, if there is one, the anchor won't use it? 】

Witnessed by everyone, the pale yellow rice grains turned white, with a surprising smoothness. It may be that the essence of the nata de coco had covered the surface of the rice grains during the quick stir-frying process.

Seeing that it was almost done, Zhang Feng hurriedly separated the rice grains and the nata de cocos that had turned from white to yellow, took a new pot, poured tea oil in it, put some nata de cocos, and then started to process the condiments.

The sound of Zizi slowly came from the pot, Zhang Feng didn't free his hand to roll over the fruit in the pot, and the light red camellia oil also began to slowly fade the redness.

"This knife skill, I guess I can't catch up with it!" Zhao Si murmured, Zhang Feng's craftsmanship is really better than the high hat on his head, at least the knife skill is definitely much better.

(End of this chapter)