food color system

My father and I went a bit late, and sure enough, other hawkers preempted them, so we had no choice but to set up a stall at the corner of the alley.

Zhuo Yichen patted his father on the shoulder. He first made a gesture of yelling, and then stretched out his hand to make a hand gesture for the number "three".Others might not understand what Zhuo Yichen meant, but Zhuo's father naturally understood.

Zhuo's father asked: "How about giving gifts to the first thirty people?"

Zhuo Yichen nodded, then curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a naive smile.

Grandpa is ready.The oil in the hot pan starts to boil.Zhuo Yichen held the tofu balls with a pair of long bamboo chopsticks, and dipped them into the oil pan one by one.Accompanied by a slight sound of oil popping, tiny oil bubbles appeared around the tofu balls. The stinky tofu, which was originally gray and dry and not very good-looking, foamed and swelled during the frying process, and the small pieces became round and golden in color. , making people look very appetizing.

Zhuo's father yelled in full spirit: "Sell dried tofu, deep-fried dried tofu! The top [-] will give a gift!"

Although the location of the stall was inconspicuous, many people came to join in the fun as soon as they yelled, and soon a circle of people surrounded the stall, all stretching their necks to look into the frying pan.But no one asked to taste it, and Zhuo Yichen took the initiative to send it out, but no one wanted to take it, because the smell smelled a bit strange.

A little boy biting candied haws excitedly squeezed to the front.

Zhuo Yichen picked up the fried tofu cubes from the oil pan, put them into an oil paper bag, and poured the sauce prepared in advance with a wooden spoon.He stuffed the oily paper bag into the boy's hand, "Be careful...be careful it's hot."

As soon as the boy took it, he couldn't wait to take a bite. The chewy dried tofu accompanied by the sauce entered his mouth. It was crispy and slightly spicy. The inside of the tofu was so tender that it didn't feel greasy at all even if it was deep-fried.

The little boy immediately showed a satisfied smile, finished eating the oily paper in twos and twos, and waved the chubby hand, "It's delicious! Big brother, I want more!"

Those people who were hesitant at first finally let go, and they all started to squeeze forward one by one, stretching out their hands, you want a bag, I want a bag.

The tofu balls poured with sauce are golden in color, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.Moreover, Zhuo Yichen uses natural fermentation, so the smell is not heavy in the first place, and after frying, the strange smell has been weakened a lot, and it is replaced by a very special fresh fragrance.

The peculiar smell and the noise of the crowd attracted the attention of others around.Soon, more and more people gathered, and there were more and more voices full of praise, and the two of them were overwhelmed.The gift of the first thirty bags was given away quickly.Because it was a small business, Zhuo Yichen did not sell this tofu very expensively, only three copper coins for a small bag.There was a long queue in front of the grandfather's stall.

Although this kind of fried stinky tofu has a special flavor, it is only a snack after all, and it is far from a substitute for a meal, so the two chose to open the stall in the morning market and evening market.It can be used as an appetizer in the morning, and it can also be used as a snack between the teeth in the evening.If it is a stall at noon, the business may not be so good.Moreover, the market is very lively and bustling, and restaurants and restaurants, large and small, are dotted with all kinds of food.This is also one of the examples of the prosperity of the imperial food culture.Every time it comes to meal time, it must be the fragrance of wine and food, full of guests and friends, and loud voices.Zhuo Yichen visited here a few days ago, and he found that there are countless classic snacks such as sesame seed cakes, fried dough sticks, soybean milk, wontons, fish skin, sliced ​​noodles, etc., and the taste is quite good.Zhuo Yichen was even a little worried that he would not be able to compete, so he chose stinky tofu uniquely.

The two of you rushed over to support the stall at Maoshi, when the sky was white.Now is the time of day.Zhuo Yichen originally planned to stand here guarding the stall all morning, but the dried tofu had already been sold out.It seems that the people's acceptance and recognition of stinky tofu is much stronger than he expected.

The father and two closed the stall ahead of time and went back home.

My mother went to wash clothes by the river, but she hasn't come back yet.Zhuo's father drank a large bowl of water first, and then strode out with a hoe to reclaim wasteland behind the house.Zhuo Yichen immediately trotted behind his father with two water bottles on his shoulders.Zhuo's father heard a sound behind him, turned his head to look, and his son raised his head and gave him a smirk.

"Why are you following me again?"

Father Zhuo had no choice but to turn around, grabbed his son by the collar and dragged him back into the house.

"You can't do foul language, just stay in the house, don't worry about farming!"

Zhuo Yichen just didn't want to let go of any opportunity to exercise.If he helps with non-tiring work, his parents will not stop him, and he feels very relieved.But his parents would not let him do physical work.Because just seven days ago, Zhuo Yichen was gearing up to chop firewood, and he couldn't persuade him.But in the end, as soon as he picked up the heavy hatchet, he was panting like a bellows.At that time, Zhuo Yichen didn't believe in evil, could it be that this young body was as weak as the old man?He can't accept it!

In order to prove himself, Zhuo Yichen raised the big hatchet and slashed down, only to hear a "pop", and the wood was split in half.He was relieved at the time, but as soon as he let go of his hand, he fell down feebly and fainted.

Later, Zhuo Yichen wanted to follow him to farm several times, but Zhuo's father refused to let him.

"Your small body can't do this kind of rough work, so you stay in the house and look after the house."

Zhuo's father stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his son's drooping head, but it is said that touching his head will hinder the child's growth, and his son is not considered tall among his peers, if he doesn't grow up...

Zhuo's father sighed and patted his son on the shoulder, "Just tidy up the house."

As soon as his father left, Zhuo Yichen practiced Tai Chi alone in the front yard.This body is currently unable to withstand intense movements, and it is most suitable for the body to train the body with soothing Tai Chi.However, when will this slow Tai Chi exercise be able to develop muscles?Zhuo Yichen really wanted to get back his abs!

Zhuo Yichen practiced for a long time, until a fine layer of hot sweat broke out on his body, and then he slowly stopped.It was the middle of the day, and he guessed that his parents might be back soon, so he went to the kitchen to cook first.

When Zhuo Yun came back, he found that the wooden door was ajar, and there was no one in front of the house.He concluded that the elder brother must be in the kitchen.He walked slowly into the house, and saw his eldest brother busy in front of the stove from a distance.

Zhuo Yichen held a large bowl in his left hand, and stirred the bowl with a pair of bamboo chopsticks in his right hand. The chopsticks made circles, presumably he was cracking eggs.His movements were very fast, so in Zhuo Yun's view, the images of the shaking chopsticks were completely connected and it was impossible to distinguish them.Moreover, Zhuo Yun couldn't hear the crisp sound of chopsticks colliding with the bowl wall.

The oil in the small pot is boiling hot, and when it meets the egg liquid, there will be a burst of oil, and the fragrance will overflow.Once the eggs were fried, Zhuo Yichen poured the rice from the big bowl into the pot.Zhuo Yichen holds a shovel in his right hand and turns a small pot with his left hand. His movements are quick and powerful, and his profile looks particularly serious.Where is the slightest sign of stupidity?

Zhuo Yun stood where he was, carefully sizing up the lost and recovered brother.He lowered his eyes slowly, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

His brother, I'm afraid he is not an ordinary person.

In fact, egg fried rice seems to be homely, but the simpler the dish, the more you can see a person's cooking skills.From beating eggs, putting them into the pot, to stir-frying, and getting out of the pot, the whole set of steps must be done quickly and in one go.Otherwise, the fresh and tender eggs will be old, and the rice will be difficult to taste.

After making the fried rice with eggs, Zhuo Yichen gasped again from exhaustion.Whether it is the process of beating eggs, turning the pot or stir-frying, he has to use a lot of strength, which is a bit strenuous for this body.

How can this work? !

Zhuo Yichen thought depressingly.No matter where he is, even in ancient times, he must bring the aesthetics of cooking to the extreme. This is the professional ethics of a top swordsman!But his body is so weak, and he can do this even if he cooks fried rice with eggs, so how can he show off his cooking skills and inherit the food culture in the future!

Zhuo Yichen decided that he had to make good use of the counterattack system, because at least it could improve his physique most fundamentally and quickly.He doesn't really care whether he holds a high position or not, but it is absolutely intolerable to prevent him from carrying forward Chinese cuisine and cooking skills.For top celebrity chefs, this is the ultimate insult!

Before Zhuo Yichen could catch his breath, he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind, brother.

He looked back, and waved to Zhuo Yun, "Chai Bao, hurry... come here quickly."

Zhuo Yun was so used to this very down-to-earth nickname that he became numb, so he walked over when he called it that.Zhuo Yun glanced into the pot, and saw that the rice grains inside were plump and golden in color, and the rice grains were evenly coated with thin egg yolk, and the rice and egg yolk were completely fused.

Zhuo Yun immediately said, "I'll try."

Zhuo Yichen smiled knowingly, picked up a spoon and fed him a mouthful, then pointed to the back of the house, meaning to ask Zhuo Yun to call his parents back immediately and start eating immediately.

Zhuo Yun chewed the rice in his mouth, but frowned slightly.

Zhuo Yichen immediately suppressed his smile, and looked at him suspiciously but seriously.

After Zhuo Yun swallowed the food slowly, he said, "It's salty."

Zhuo Yun just finished saying this, and Zhuo Yichen saw that the progress bar of "food value" shrank completely, no, to be precise, it was reduced to a negative value.In the past few days, he has worked so hard to accumulate a lot of value from various people, but because of Zhuo Yun's words, it directly turned into a negative.

One must know that the Zhuo family used to be from a famous family, born as the first-class uncle of Zhuo's father, the attack value is only ten points, but Zhuo Yun's attack value is several times that of Zhuo's father.If Zhuo Yun is satisfied, the progress bar can increase so much, but if it is not satisfied, it will also decrease so much.

Zhuo Yichen looked at his younger brother who was obviously still very young, and his expression gradually became serious.

His younger brother, I'm afraid he is not an ordinary person.

Zhuo Yun's mouth has always been very tricky, and his keen sense of taste and ability to taste dishes are no worse than that of professional diner chefs. His requirements for dishes are not only good in color, fragrance, but also new.Zhuo Yichen felt that this child seemed to have eaten a lot of delicacies.

Zhuo Yichen himself took a bite out of the spoon, and slowly chewed and tasted between his teeth. He smacked his lips and said seriously: "I think the taste is quite normal and moderately salty. Why, do you think it's salty?"

Zhuo Yun nodded.

"But I made it for my parents a few days ago, and they said it tastes good."

Zhuo Yun said: "That's right."

Zhuo Yichen was extremely serious, "Why is it right?"

"Dad and mother are getting old, their tongue coating has thickened, their sense of taste is dull, and they like strong taste. And your sense of taste is also dull, so for some reason, they have the same opinion as them."

Zhuo Yichen was hit. As a chef, a slow sense of taste is simply a disability!Is it because this body has a chronic disease, so the sense of taste is not sensitive?

Zhuo Yichen shook Zhuo Yun's hand, "Come on, help me look at the coating on my tongue." After speaking, he stuck out his tongue.

Zhuo Yun took a closer look and frowned slightly.As soon as Zhuo Yichen saw his expression, he understood that it was because of his own body!

Zhuo Yun let out a "huh" and asked puzzledly, "Brother, are you no longer stuttering?"

Zhuo Yichen suddenly realized it!

When he mentioned the saltiness and taste of food very seriously just now, he could speak smoothly and without sarcasm.Zhuo Yichen immediately wanted to say a few more words, but sadly found that he started stuttering again.

He raised his hand and slapped Zhuo Yun's back hard, and glared at him, "You, you, you... why... why mention it, remind me!"