On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

Yue Jianshan looked at Qing Huai, his voice was stern, "Are you asking me?"

"It won't do you any harm," Qinghuai added in his mind, "I just want to break away from any relationship with Yue Jianshan's family, and don't provoke anyone on the way back to the bridge from now on. "

Tsukimi Sanbu was a little surprised after hearing this request, and was silent for a while, slightly pointing his finger on the table, "Yes."

"Father!" Yue Jianshan Wutong pursed his lips, with a look of daring to be angry, he didn't understand why such a waste was able to ride on his face and make demands.

Tsukimiyama waved his hand and stopped his words, "But you must satisfy Mr. Gojo before you can leave Tsukimiyama's house."

Qing Huai nodded and readily agreed. He is still confident in cooking.

"Sorry, Gojo-kun, I just laughed at you." Tsukimi Sanbu apologized to the white-haired youth.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, but didn't say a word.

During her one-year training in Japan, Qing Huai learned how to make daifuku from a famous dim sum teacher at that time.The ingredients at Yuejianshan’s are all top quality, but the time is short, and they provide ready-made red bean paste. Qinghuai frowned when taking the filling. The sweetness of the red bean paste is moderate, which is very suitable for making Daifuku steamed buns. But because Gojo Satoru wanted matcha Daifuku by name, the outer skin has a strong astringent taste, so it should be neutralized with sweetened fillings.But now that the red bean stuffing has been made, no more sugar can be added.

Qing Huai's eyes quickly scanned the seasoning board, quickly simulated the seasoning results in his mind, and started to work after confirming.Daifuku first mixes glutinous rice flour, corn flour, milk powder, matcha powder, and edible oil into batter and steams it in a pan.He completely ignored the electronic scale on the table, and calculated all the ratios with just a small spoon.

For Chinese chefs, the hand is the most accurate measuring instrument, especially Sichuan cuisine emphasizes seasoning, there are more than 30 flavors and hundreds of seasonings, if you rely on electronic scales to weigh, you will be thrown out of the kitchen by the master and stand upside down for two hours and three days Not allowed to eat.

Once Qinghuai started the work in hand, he would concentrate on nothing else, so he didn't notice the strange eyes of the other three at all.He quickly prepared the ratio he was satisfied with, steamed the batter and kneaded it quickly on the cutting board. He has been handling the spoon all year round, and his palm has long adapted to the high temperature and does not feel hot.After kneading it a few times, waiting for the temperature of the glutinous rice balls to drop, he poked at the softness and hardness of the dough.

The glutinous rice skin was too dry.Yuejianshan Wutong frowned tightly, feeling pain in his right shoulder again, staring at Qinghuai as if he wanted to eat people, with such dry skin, even a novice pastry chef would not make such a simple mistake, he regretted himself very much How can you trust a piece of shit who hasn't been in the kitchen in five years?It would be better if he did it himself!

In the next step, Qinghuai did not put the roasted cornstarch, but picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus honey that was dipped in steamed buns, poured two spoonfuls into the glutinous rice balls, and continued to knead.After a few breaths, the whole glutinous rice ball showed the brilliance of jasper, and the smell of matcha mixed with sweet-scented osmanthus was very strong.He smelled it and was very satisfied.Then sprinkle a layer of cooked starch on the glutinous rice skin, pull it into small pieces, and roll it into a round skin.Finally, wrap a strawberry with red bean filling, then wrap the filling with glutinous rice skin, and knead it into a round Daifuku in the palm of your hand.

Qinghuai put it on a porcelain plate, sent it to the table, and pushed it to Gojo Wu, "Migui Matcha Daifuku, please use it slowly."

Yuejianshan Wutong was completely speechless by Qinghuai's subsequent operations. This guy not only didn't follow the proportion of the recipe, but also added some messy things in it. It was definitely revenge on purpose!Deliberately prevent him from getting the restaurant smoothly!

The green dumpling was placed on a snow-white disk, and it looked very cute. Gojo Satoru picked one up, and before putting it in his mouth, he smelled a sweet scent of osmanthus. He paused, and put it in his mouth hesitantly Take a bite.

Between the lips and teeth, the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus honey is immediately diluted by the taste of matcha. It does not overwhelm the guests, but also neutralizes the astringent taste of matcha powder well, making the taste of red beans stand out.The strawberries are just the right size, fresh and sweet.What surprised him the most was the texture of the glutinous rice skin, soft and chewy, not sticky and easy to chew... It was completely different from the ones he had eaten before, but it was even more delicious.

Gojo Gou raised his eyes, and looked at Qinghuai for a long time through the thin lens, "Well, although it is very different from what I ate before, I am very satisfied." Before everyone could react, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Qinghuai. Tsukimiyama, "I said that I am very satisfied. Since he is not a member of your Tsukimiyama family now, then I bring him back to Wujo's house to be my personal chef, do you have any objections?"

Tsukimi Sanbu didn't seem to believe this result, picked up the Daifuku on the plate and tasted it himself, and then shot Qing Huai with sharp eyes, a trace of anger appeared on his upright and solemn face.

What sense of taste is out of order?He has been played by this kid for so long, if this level is called disabled, then all the chefs in the world can be considered disabled!No, he must not let this kid have any contact with the Wutiao family!

Before Yue Jianshan could refuse, Qinghuai raised her hand, "...that, I have a problem."