A Mouthful of Sky-high Fried Rice, Lao Tang Apprenticed on the Spot

  Chapter 76 Tofu mixed with shallots

  Liu Yifei narrowed her eyes immediately, and clenched her hands into fists. She suppressed the shock and admiration in her mouth, and concentrated on savoring this special fragrance.

  The other people were similar as well. They all stood in place without saying a word, nodding repeatedly while chewing and savoring, their expressions were either surprise or enjoyment.

  Finally, Liu Yifei swallowed the fried rice in her mouth, licked her lips, and asked, "Brother Yi, can you teach me how to cook this kind of soy sauce?"

   "I want to learn too."

  Zhao Jinmai said vaguely, while digging another spoonful with a spoon, he echoed.

  When the audience in the live broadcast room heard the words, they all launched barrages one after another.

   "I want to learn too."

   "Looking at the method of frying rice, it seems that soy sauce is not the point, but the people are the point!"

   "What's the use of having soy sauce? I don't know how to make it. Can you post a link to Brother Yi, and I'll take it back to be my husband, so I can have delicious food every day!"

   Facing Liu Yifei and Zhao Jinmai's request for learning, Li Yi readily agreed: "No problem, I'll give you the recipe later, teach you to boil it twice, and you will be able to do it."

  The recipe for making soy sauce is not fixed. Different ingredients will use different ratios, and the seasonings in it will also increase or decrease.

  If you want to achieve what he is like, you can adjust it as you like according to the ingredients, which cannot be achieved overnight.

   But it’s just the ratio he made today, they can still learn from it.

  But Li Yi reckons that if they cook it themselves, they may not be willing to learn it.

  Just for a fried rice with soy sauce, it is really not worth it for ordinary people to learn to cook a pot of soy sauce with complicated process and laborious process.

   Some money, most people really can't earn it.

  If you have the time and effort, why not go to a restaurant and find a chef to do it.

   Huang Xiaoming on the side has not opened his mouth. He has already eaten several spoonfuls of fried rice.

   Seeing him eat spoonful after spoonful of sweetness, the manager hiding behind the staff could not sit still, and waved to him softly, indicating that he could not eat any more.

   Huang Xiaoming has been controlling his weight, and these few spoonfuls of carbohydrates are already exceeding the standard.

  Hearing the manager's voice, Huang Xiaoming reached out to scoop up another spoon, put it in his mouth, and then reluctantly put down the spoon.

   "This soy sauce smells really good."

He chewed the last bite of fried rice, reluctant to swallow it, and tasted it carefully: "The onion flavor is more obvious in its entrance, and the spicy **** and seasoning taste come out later, but I can't taste what seasoning it is, and I feel very delicious. Well-balanced, blended together into a particularly fragrant aroma."

   "The most important thing is to return to Gan."

  Wu Lei on the side didn't have too many worries. He ate big spoons and added vaguely while eating: "When you chew, there will be a sweet taste, and the more you chew, the more obvious it will be, and the sweeter it will be."

  Liu Yifei picked up the spoon and tasted it again, nodding in agreement: "Its sweetness has layers, and the entrance and aftertaste seem to be different."

  Li Yi also picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and put it into his mouth.

  Eating too much in the dream space, such delicious fried rice, in his mouth, he felt a bit tasteless.

   Chewed a few times casually, he swallowed the rice, and then said: "The top note is the caramel sweetness of brown sugar, the middle note is the sweetness of sucrose, mixed with soy sauce, and the tail note is the sweetness of starch in fried rice.

   The rice I use is Helonggong rice from Ninghua, Fujian Province. The amylose content should be around 18%, and the sweetness is still acceptable. "

  Liu Yifei listened to his evaluation, and asked with a smile: "How do you say it, it's like drinking red wine, with both front and middle notes and tail notes."

  Li Yi smiled: "In fact, soy sauce, vinegar, and wine are all the same thing, and the methods of evaluating their quality are similar, nothing special."

   As he spoke, he put down the spoon and waved his hand: "You guys eat first, I'll make a side dish."

  Wu Lei and the others responded without raising their heads, and almost got into the plate.

   Stepping up to the tofu mold, Li Yi reached out and poked the southern tofu, then looked at the time.

  Southern tofu is almost ready.

  Picking up the bucket, he opened the gauze wrapping the southern tofu, took a knife and cut a piece.

Then, he casually took the knife and cut the top, bottom, left, and right sides of the tofu a few times, then took a plate, tilted his hand casually, and the whole piece of tofu turned into small pieces the size of the head of chopsticks, and fell into the plate .

   I squeezed chopped green onion, put a small cap on the tofu, pinched a pinch of refined salt, a pinch of pepper noodles, and sprinkled it on top.

   Immediately, he scooped up a spoonful of the excess oil from the fried spices, put it on the stove, heated it up over high heat, and poured it on the chopped green onion.

   Zila!

  The hot oil stimulates the aroma of green onion and pepper noodles, fresh and refreshing.

  Took a pair of chopsticks, picked them up and stirred them casually, brought them to Wu Lei and the others, and put them on the table.

   "Tofu mixed with shallots, taste the taste of southern tofu."

  Liu Yifei no longer had any doubts about Li Yi's cooking skills, so she immediately picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of tofu, and put it in her mouth.

   "This tofu is the taste of my hometown!"

  She was a little pleasantly surprised, but then became puzzled: "But it seems to be more tender, smoother, and more fragrant than my hometown."

  Zhao Jinmai also picked up a piece and took a closer look: "The southern tofu is really tender and solid, without any holes."

   "It's delicious too!"

  Wu Lei couldn't wait any longer, so he scooped up a spoonful with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Eh?"

  Wu Lei was a little puzzled, and then asked in surprise: "Is this tofu so flavorful? It looks so light? How did it taste so clear in your mouth? The taste seems to be very prominent, and it covered the taste in your mouth!"

   "Because I put a little more salt."

  Li Yi said with a smile: "Salt is the first of all flavors, as long as the taste of salt is accurate, the taste will not be much different.

  I didn’t put salt in the soy sauce fried rice, because there is salt in the soy sauce. Although it is not salty enough, the aroma of the soy sauce is prominent enough that you don’t notice the lack of salt.

  I put a little more salt in the tofu mixed with shallots. When you eat it in your mouth, it will feel very fresh, because your body is eager for these salts. "

"amazing!"

Wu Lei was stunned when he heard this, and while sipping fried rice, he couldn't help admiring: "Brother Yi, are ancient wizards like you? Just this little bit of salt, you can handle it so well , if you were in ancient times, you must be a great wizard!"

   "Actually, ancient witchcraft really developed from the process of cooking."

  Li Yi smiled and said: "The ancient people who first added hallucinogenic plants to their food were the earliest wizards."

   "Brother Yi, how do you know everything?"

   Wu Lei looked at Li Yi adoringly, and picked up another spoonful of fried rice in his hand.

  Li Yi shook his head: "I don't know everything, there is one thing I don't know."

"What's up?"

   "Your appetite."

  Li Yi pointed to the little plate of fried rice left: "You have eaten half of the fried rice. Is today a high-carb day?"

"ah?"

  Wu Lei looked down at the plate and was taken aback: "Did I eat so much? Why didn't I pay attention? It's over! Today's carbs exceeded the standard!"

   "It's okay."

  Li Yi rushed to the two pots of soaked black beans and mung beans on the desk, indicating: "Grind these two pots of beans, and the carbs will be almost consumed."

  Wu Lei glanced at the big basin full of beans, then at Li Yi: "Brother Yi."

"Um?"

   "I seem to be eaten to death by you."

   "What words! What is like?"

  (end of this chapter)