I used to be called Niu Million

Chapter 28 Tofu is Life
"What makes it so fragrant?"

Taking advantage of the fact that the workers hadn't arrived, the old janitor entered the restaurant with his back, locked the door with his backhand, and entered the back kitchen with his nose raised.

"Soup, what would you like to have for breakfast?"

There was a little dough left over at the noodle table, and Niu Wenju was kneading the dough, planning to get himself a bowl of ramen.

"Get a bowl of noodles, this thing is easy to digest!"

"Eh……"

Shaking his eyebrows, Niu Wenju knew he was thinking too much!
Boiling water in a white steel bucket, Niu Wenju kneaded the dough for a while, let it sit for 15 minutes, and then began to pull the noodles.

Although the craftsmanship is a little rusty, the muscle memory engraved in the bones has not disappeared at all. The dough is not made by Niu Wenju himself, and there are a few breaks in the middle, which does not affect it. A pot of ramen is thrown into hot water every minute.

"Wenju, did you really make noodles before?"

Looking at Niu Wenju's skillful technique, the old gatekeeper pushed his glasses.

"No, I won't lie, just tell me what I did, I used to be a ramen chef!"

Looking at the surprised gaze of the old man, Niu Wenju looked sincere.

Secretly thought that he almost ignored it, the relationship between this old man and the boss is unusual, if he did something else today, he might be exposed.

"Middle, now the young man has to be more serious, the noodles don't need to be too soft, our teeth are fine!"

Looking at the noodles in the pot, a smile appeared in the old man's eyes.

"okay!"

"Shh!"

When the ramen was out of the pot, Niu Wenju didn't pour the broth on the surface of the noodles like other ramen chefs did. Instead, he grabbed the noodles and dipped them in the broth. He moved the big bowl and put a flower in the pot, poured red oil on it, Serve with cilantro.

"You are really a noodle maker, you are a good boy, and your skills are not bad!"

Seeing Niu Wenju's behavior different from ordinary people, the old man gave a thumbs up in surprise. After eating the high soup noodles in his mouth, both hands thumbs up.

"As long as you like it!"

When the meal was not finished, Niu Wenju took a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth. The taste was still not satisfactory, so he waited for the morning meal.

"Wen Ju, bring me a pot of old soup, and I'll make hot rice to eat when I get back!"

After eating the noodles, the old man even drank the soup, and there was no old soup left. In fact, Niu Wenju's high-soup noodles did not leave any extra soup at all. This is the trick.

"Okay, don't stay overnight! Eat up today, or your stomach will get bad!"

"I didn't say that, you kid is definitely a character!"

The old man covered the insulated lunch box, his face was full of comfort.

"Who made what, it tastes good!"

The old gatekeeper was talking to Niu Wenju. He Yuanlong came in from the staff passage, and before entering the room, he smelled a scent and his nose twitched.

"Master He, please sit down, the tofu soup will be out of the pot soon!"

Watching He Yuanlong come in, Niu Wenju got him a chair, and then went back to fish out a bundle of tofu in soup. At this time, the outer skin of the tofu had turned red.

"This is……"

Accompanied by Niu Wenju cutting the cotton thread used to bind the tofu, the red tofu on the outside and the golden inside appeared on the plate. Niu Wenju simply used chopsticks to place a plate in front of He Yuanlong.

In the middle of the plate are two slices of pork belly with tofu in soup. Next to the plate is a glass of warm water, and next to the warm water is an empty bowl.

"Lao He, hurry up and taste it, we can make do with it after you finish eating, it's really delicious!"

The old man at the gate swallowed his saliva, and He Yuanlong glanced at Niu Wenju, the shock in his eyes was filled with regret, and he secretly thought that he had beaten geese all his life and was pecked in the eyes by geese.

At first, I thought that Niu Wenju would quit after setting up a topic, but I didn’t expect to hit someone’s gun, but it was too late to regret it. This old soup is really interesting. It depends on the taste.

Picking up the water cup to rinse his mouth and spit it out, He Yuanlong picked up a piece of tofu, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, the bean aroma of freshly cooked marinated tofu mixed with the charred aroma of frying in this edible oil, and the aroma of the old soup on the outside.

Although it still lacks a bit of frying heat, overall it is already good, which proves that Niu Wenju has reached the entry level of a chef.

And it can be seen that this tofu is freshly cooked today, or the kind of stone-ground tofu, which is enough to show how attentive Niu Wenju is to this matter.

The fly in the ointment is that the heat of the soup is not good, and the timing of adding several ingredients is not accurate. The most important thing is that it lacks key seasonings, which makes the taste less delicious.

Fortunately, the fresh tofu is handled well, otherwise this dish would be a bad review.

After eating this piece of tofu, He Yuanlong picked up the pork belly and smacked it in his mouth. He could see that the pig had just been killed within two days, and the meat had been soaked in light salt water.

The blood and the smell inside were removed, and the pigskin was either burnt with fire or scalded with the bottom of a pot.

Generally speaking, all kinds of craftsmanship are correct, but they are not practiced, so it is not a loss to accept Niu Wenju.For so many years, almost no one has learned my craft, so it's better to take advantage of being able to swing a shovel.

After all, being a cook is a craft, and it can be practiced. It is still very upright to observe Niu Wenju's character on weekdays, so it is better to observe Niu Wenju first.

"Old He, this apprentice can take it! The broth has been simmered all night, and the monosodium glutamate is useless. I can taste it! The taste is good!"

The old janitor rested his elbows on the stove, looked at He Yuanlong's face and said loudly, He Yuanlong rolled his eyes.

"When you old man sees tofu, it's like seeing his own father. Think I don't know? Did you eat this pot first?"

After making up his mind, He Yuanlong put down his chopsticks and rinsed his mouth again. Niu Wenju knew that he was sure of the matter, so he took the whole soup pot down with excitement.

"Of course, tofu is life! I can't eat enough of this stuff in my life, understand?"

Before Niu Wenju could respond, the old man stretched out his hand and pulled out all the strings of tofu in soup from Niu Wenju's pot and put them into a plastic lunch box. Niu Wenju looked at He Yuanlong, and the other party nodded before he made a sound.

"Hey, what are you doing? This pot of meat is mine, and the ingredients I bought...tofu? Take it away!"

Liu Yumin also came down from the delivery passage at the back, worried that someone would take away his pot of old soup, so Liu Yumin drove the car away today.

There are two stores where Liu Yumin directly moved the goods in, just to catch up with the progress.

Reaching out to take the soup pot in Niu Wenju's hand, he checked that the meat inside was all there. Immediately, Liu Yumin's eyes lit up, and he hurried to find the lid.

"Don't be bored, use gauze! Otherwise the smell will be bad!"

Handing everything over to Liu Yumin, Niu Wenju stretched himself.

"Shanpao, don't you know that tofu is life?"

The old janitor took a bite of the soup tofu on the table, his face was full of enjoyment.

(End of this chapter)