gourmet food

Chapter 5 Vance Tofu

In fact, the grievances between Chu Yunfeng and the chef are somewhat unclear.

When he first came to the hotel, the studious Chu Yunfeng was very popular with the chef.

But once, I don’t know who reported the chef and Guo Xiaoguang for taking kickbacks from delivery customers. Later someone revealed that it was Chu Yunfeng who made the report.

However, the head chef searched for a long time and could not find out who reported it, so he believed the rumors and thought it was Chu Yunfeng who did it, and slowly began to alienate him.

Chu Yunfeng's personality is relatively introverted, and he does not take the initiative to explain anything to others' alienation.

There's nothing to explain for things he hasn't done. This is his character.

For people with this kind of personality, people who like him will like him more, and people who don't like him will dislike him even more.

Today I was finally "liberated". When Chu Yunfeng walked out of the kitchen, he had a clear understanding in his heart. The long-term depression had made him feel a little knotty, but today he finally opened it up.

I went to the Human Resources Department to go through the relevant procedures and was informed to leave the hotel dormitory within 7 days.

7 days should be enough time to find a new place to live.

Oh, by the way, I still need to find a store.

No matter, he was very tired now, and his upper and lower eyelids were about to fight. Chu Yunfeng just wanted to go back to the dormitory and lie down to sleep.

At this moment, bursts of praise came from the private room of Jixiang Hall.

Qin Yaxuan presented a beautiful song, and her ethereal voice resonated with everyone present. After the first song, the lingering sound lingered for a long time.

"Okay, Yaxuan's singing really deserves its reputation."

A middle-aged short and fat man stood up, clapped and said.

"President Xiong, you are overestimating me. Today happens to be my uncle's birthday. It's an honor for me to come."

Qin Yaxuan gave in humbly, then straightened her clothes and sat down.

"Lao Hou, you still have a lot of face. If I don't invite you today, I won't be able to invite you to Yaxuan."

President Xiong smiled and said to the man next to Qin Yaxuan.

"Today is a coincidence. She just came back from abroad and brought me something home, so I asked her to come with me. Yaxuan is my niece, so you have to take more care of her from now on."

The man who spoke was about 50 years old. He spoke with a strong voice, his eyes were bright and his face was majestic.

"Look at what you said, you are a dignified vice president of the China Cuisine Association, do you still need my care?" President Xiong said jokingly.

"Old Xiong, you are so ridiculous when you say this. You are the president of the China Hotel Association, and I am the vice president. Who is bigger? Huh?"

President Hou said with a straight face and pretended to be angry.

"Okay, okay, okay, I can't beat you, so I'll admit defeat. Come on, let's try their Wensi tofu, which is their signature dish."

After the two joked about it, President Xiong smiled and invited everyone to taste it together.

"Wow! So beautiful."

After everyone opened the cover, the first impression they saw was a freehand landscape work.

I saw neat and even filaments embedded in the thick but not bland soup, and each filament was so soft and moist.

White gives people a kind of holy beauty and warmth.

Green gives people a sense of warmth and care like spring.

At this moment, no noisy sounds could be heard in the private room, as if everyone had made an appointment to be quiet at the same time, so quiet and peaceful.

There is only the beautiful melody produced by everyone picking up the spoon and sucking it.

"Good, good, good."

The two old men at the table nodded while eating, seemingly very satisfied with the dish.

President Xiong saw his parents eating happily, and he felt very happy.

"Not bad, it's really good. Today's dish is really good."

President Hou tasted it carefully and sighed.

"Is this tofu?"

Looking at the white and tender strands, Qin Yaxuan couldn't believe it. He quickly took a spoonful from the side of the bowl. Looking at the tender and silky tofu, he didn't dare to put the spoon down from the middle for fear of breaking it. It was broken.

First, I smelled it gently with my nose, and a light and elegant fragrance came to my nostrils, arousing a desire to taste it eagerly.

But she still elegantly and slowly put the spoon to her mouth, and then took a gentle sip...!
With just a gentle suction, almost the entire contents of the spoon were sucked into his mouth. If you observe carefully, you can see a look of astonishment on Qin Yaxuan's face.

"Ah, this feeling...!"

I originally thought it would have a sticky feeling, but who knew that as soon as I put it in my mouth, I felt a smooth and friendly feeling, and the salty and refreshing taste brought by the tenderness made me have a more intuitive understanding of this dish. feelings.

"good to eat……"

"Delicious……"

"too delicious……"

Every spoonful you eat will bring you a deeper feeling, layer by layer, making you want to stop.

Qin Yaxuan tasted it slowly and elegantly, spoon by spoon, feeling the perfect experience brought about by the extraordinary knife skills and heat.

More importantly, the careful Qin Yaxuan discovered that almost every filament seemed to be the same size?How is this possible?
But from an intuitive point of view, this is indeed the case.

This was the first time Qin Yaxuan tasted this dish. Compared with the dishes he had eaten before, he found that the shape, side dishes and knife skills were all extremely exquisite.

"President Xiong, the dishes you recommended are really good. The tender tofu can be cut as thin as hair. The chef's knife skills are really good."

After taking a few sips, Qin Yaxuan began to fiddle with it, looking for the puzzling answer, and praised it while searching.

Seeing that his recommendation was liked, President Xiong smiled happily and said, "Well, as long as you like it, you can come here to eat often when you have time."

"Old Xiong, someone else made the tofu today? Why do I feel that the craftsmanship is more than one level higher than the one I had last time?"

After President Hou took a few bites and tasted it carefully, he discovered many subtle differences.

Then he held up his glasses with his hand and asked: "I remember that the knife work was somewhat imperfect when I ate it last time, but it's different this time, haha!"

"Oh, what's the difference?"

President Xiong had a look of confusion on his face. He was busy creating atmosphere and taking care of the elderly, and he really didn't look at the dishes carefully.

President Xiong’s first reaction was what was wrong with the dishes?
It shouldn't be possible. I have just tasted it. There is nothing wrong with this Wensi tofu in terms of appearance and taste.

So what do President Hou’s words mean?

"Take a closer look."

President Hou did not answer directly. Instead, he smiled and nodded while staring at the bowl of tofu in front of him.

"Um?!"

Is there really anything different?

After receiving the tip from his old friend, President Xiong stared at the tofu in the bowl carefully.

This look really made him see many differences.

The more I look at it, the more frightened I am! ! !

As the saying goes, experts look at the doorway, and laymen make fun.

Both of them are leaders in the culinary industry, otherwise they would not be in high positions.

First of all, you can see that the filaments in the bowl are evenly distributed, the filaments are surrounding and the proportions are balanced.

Both length and size are almost exactly the same. Although there is no precise instrument to measure it, President Xiong has already determined in his heart that this is indeed the case.

This is what years of experience brings.

The most valuable thing is that there is not even a trace of broken knots in the bowl. How is this possible?
First of all, there will be certain breakage when cutting, and it is impossible for the length and width of each strand to be consistent.

When the tofu cut into thin strips is cooked in the pot, it needs to be stirred constantly with a spoon. During this process, certain knots will definitely break due to the difference in force.

Secondly, when the pot is put into the bowl, there will be some knots, which is unavoidable for anyone who cooks this dish.

Are you blindfolded?
After checking it slowly with a spoon, President Xiong found that it was indeed the case. There was no broken knot in the bowl.

How is this possible?
In disbelief, President Xiong stood up, walked to his parents, and checked the situation inside the bowl.

The result is still the same.

How was this made? Was it cut by a machine?

It is estimated that only a machine can cut out such perfect standards and shapes, but the production process cannot be completed by a machine.

So how is this dish made?
Chairman Xiong became even more puzzled.

(End of this chapter)