Food starts with Mapo Tofu

Chapter 312 Lei Cha
Ke cuisine belongs to a very small group of dishes. Compared with traditional dishes, its taste does not have a well-known standard, just like the shape of the ancient god itself. However, Ke cuisine is characterized by its outstanding appearance and Known for its bright colors and indescribable shapes.

What you eat is creativity.

In the winter of Chen Nian's sophomore year, he didn't even get the answers right after he passed CET-4, and he had already finished his final homework.

From then until he came home to Chen Nian, he has been thinking about what kind of dishes he can produce to surpass Lao Chen.

Summarizing the previous two failures, Chen Nian felt that he had paid too much attention to form and gave up taste.

And taste is precisely the most important point in food.

If the taste is not good, no matter how creative and thoughtful you are, it is useless.

It's like stinky tofu, although it smells stinky, but it tastes very delicious.

There is also the steamed three smells that Lao Chen made before, which also smells bad, and the taste is a bit indescribable, but if you get used to it, you will find that the taste is quite delicious.

And what I have done before is equivalent to selling the box for the pearl.

Therefore, this aging must think of a dish that not only looks very creative, but also tastes delicious.

After all, they are three good youths who have experienced the baptism and influence of culture in college students in the 21st century.

At the moment when he got on the train to go home, Chen Nian finally figured out his magic weapon to absolutely win this time.

So after returning home, even though Chen Niandang started to purchase ingredients, of course, Lao Chen was not idle during the process.

It was agreed that he would have a showdown with his son, so he would naturally have to show his skills.

On the seventh day after Chen Nian returned home, Xiao Chen and Lao Chen finally prepared all the ingredients they needed.

According to the practice of Jianghu, it is still Lao Chen who comes first.

I saw Lao Chen going into the kitchen with big bags and small bags, and then there were sometimes the sound of pounding medicine, sometimes the sound of cutting vegetables, and sometimes the sound of starting a stove and lighting a fire.

While waiting, Feng Honghong looked at Chen Nian, who was also full of confidence beside her, and said earnestly, "Son, it's not that Mom doesn't want to favor you, it's that every time you make something you can't even eat yourself, do you think about it?" Think, a chef can't even give a thumbs up to the food he cooks, so what can he expect from others?"

Chen Nian looked at his mother who persuaded him so earnestly, patted his chest and assured him: "Mom, what I made this time is absolutely delicious, so don't worry!"

"Okay, Mom will trust you again!" Feng Honghong looked at Chen Nian, thinking that after two failures, his son should finally wake up this time.

What kind of stuff did you do the first two times?
The first time almost made them throw the family away, the second time not to mention.

After more than an hour like this, the kitchen door finally opened.

Old Chen walked out with a basin in his hand. From his cautious look, one could guess that what Old Chen made this time should be a kind of soup.

Afterwards, Lao Chen put the pot in his hand on the table and opened the lid, and suddenly a burst of greenery came into the eyes of the three of them.

how to say?

This green is not the color of any soup they have ever seen. For the first impression of this pot of soup, the first word that comes to mind when aged is green grassland.

This thing is really too green!

Chen Nian felt that drinking this soup was like drinking lake water full of green algae in the park.

"It's a sure win!" Chen Nian not only cheered in his heart.

Judging from this appearance, the dishes that Dad cooked this time are no less than the dishes he made the previous two times.

Subconsciously turning her head to look at her mother, Feng Honghong showed a hint of surprise on her face after seeing this dish: "Is that what you made?"

"That's right, that's the one! It's the specialty of the place we ate when we were traveling!"

Chen Nian: "???"

Are you two playing charades here?
Which one is that?What the hell are you talking about?

"What do you call your dish? It doesn't look very good either."

But when Lao Chen heard this, he shook his head proudly: "This is because you are ignorant. This is a specialty of the Hakkas in western Fujian. I had it by chance when my mother and I were visiting Fujian. , don’t look so green on the outside, in fact, this green is the green of tea leaves.”

“Milk tea is similar to BJ’s soy milk. It’s the kind of drink that people love to drink. It’s hard not to drink it for a day. People who are not used to it can’t accept it at all. Moreover, this is the most primitive form that their local people have preserved from ancient times to the present. This is known as the living fossil of Chinese tea culture.”

Aged one day, this dish has such a big background, I can't help being inspired.

I wondered if I was going to overturn this time, but then I thought about it. Old Chen said that Lei Cha is the oldest way of drinking tea in China, but even in ancient times, it is only a few thousand years at best.

But the dish I was cooking was different. In terms of age, thousands of years were just a drop in the ocean in front of my dish.

That is the oldest mysterious group in the eternal and long river of time. Ordinary people will go crazy even when they hear the name.

However, even if this dish from an unknown era of human beings is to be displayed, it must wait until the father has tasted this dish first.

Lao Chen filled a bowl for each of them with a spoon.

During the process of serving the soup, Aged Nian faintly smelled a strong tea flavor, a faint sesame aroma, and there seemed to be peanuts and a flavor similar to soy milk.

After filling it up, Lao Chen first picked up the bowl and took a sip, then showed a satisfied look.

"The taste is almost the same. Although it is not as authentic as theirs, it is still [-] to [-]% similar."

"Really?" Chen Nian was a little reluctant to believe it, after all, it really didn't look that delicious.

Brightly colored ingredients Apart from red, yellow, and variations of these two colors, I really can't think of any brightly colored foods that are particularly delicious when aged.

With doubts, Chen Nian also picked it up and took a sip.

The entrance is still the taste of tea, but along with the fragrance of tea, the taste of some traditional Chinese medicine can be tasted from it.

It's weird to take a bite.

But after drinking, Chen Nian felt a sense of comfort from the mouthpiece to the stomach, which made Chen Nian, who was born in this profession, instantly realize that this dish is not simple.

"It feels pretty good." Chen Nian nodded and said.

This is very pertinent, although it is necessary to compete, but I can't speak against my conscience.

Not bad is not bad.

"In fact, what you drink now is just a simple version, which belongs to clear tea. If you go to the local area, they have many tricks. It is very common to put a dozen or even dozens of ingredients in a bowl of Lei Cha."

(End of this chapter)