gourmet food

Chapter 56 Not caught

Chu Yunfeng started moving again. The previous part of the cooking method was no different from the one with red oil. After putting his hand in the pot, Chu Yunfeng placed the vegetable leaves on the cutting board.

Easily removing the excess corners, Chu Yunfeng quickly divided the entire vegetable leaf into four parts, calculated the time precisely, and threw the vegetable leaves in.

Taking out the pot, filling the bowls, sprinkling green onions, and placing chopsticks are all like taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard, giving people a very relaxing feeling.

Ma Fu looked at the bowl of red oil hand-picking in front of him and found that it was exactly the same as the pattern on the price tag. He suddenly remembered that the previous bowl of red oil hand-picking was also exactly the same as the pattern.

Does Boss Chu make every bowl the same?Is this done by humans or by machines?

Can there be such a divine operation?

Chu Yunfeng also made a slow movement to draw Ma Fu's attention back.

Ma Fu picked up the bowl of clear soup and returned to the table.

Just when he was about to start eating, Ma Fu started to have trouble again.

It's really hard to use chopsticks at the moment. The spoon has been stained with red oil just now. There is no tablecloth to wipe it off. If you just put it into the bowl of clear soup, it will definitely destroy its original flavor.

When many people encounter this situation, they will definitely lick the spoon clean with their tongues and that's it. What a big deal!

But if a gentleman licks the spoon with his tongue, it must be a very beautiful scenery, and I believe many people will want to see it.

See if a gentleman licks a spoon so gracefully?

Ma Fu definitely wouldn't lick it. He picked up the chopsticks, put them down, picked them up, put them down, looked at his leather bag, and then repeated the previous actions.

Which one should I use?

Just when Ma Fu was still struggling, Chu Yunfeng came to him and handed him a spoon, a spoon similar to a spoon.

Strictly speaking, this spoon is of Chinese style. Although the front end is a bit pointed, it is very wide in the middle, the sides are arc-shaped, and the handle is not as long as a spoon.

This is a customized version of the system. When Chu Yunfeng saw it for the first time, he thought it looked a little strange. It seemed to look a little different from ordinary spoons.

Chu Yunfeng, who was accustomed to using chopsticks, didn't think about using it, but when he saw Ma Fu using his own spoon before, he suddenly understood.

A spoon with a slightly weird shape appeared in front of Ma Fu. Ma Fu took it and understood it after a moment's thought.

The spoon I used was still a little too big, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Based on my experience of using it just now, this spoon is just right.

After raising his head and thanking Chu Yunfeng, Ma Fu picked up a new spoon with great ease.

The front end of the spoon is rounded, but the spoon given by Chu Yunfeng is slightly pointed, which determines how to use it differently.

The pointed one can be picked up directly from the front, which is much more convenient than the arc one.

I don't know how it tastes. Although there is no fragrance of red oil, Ma Fu can already smell the fragrance of the clear soup.

There was a handle lying quietly on the spoon, surrounded by soup. The dough was not exposed outside the spoon, and there was no dripping of soup.

Ma Fu nodded. He didn't expect that Boss Chu had already considered this issue. He was really considerate of his guests, especially someone like himself who was not very good at using chopsticks.

Gently use the pointed end to put the hand into your mouth. You don't need to open your mouth very wide. It's perfect.

The spoon cannot be put directly into the mouth because it is too wide. In this way, the mouth will be opened very wide and it will be ugly to eat. It is often sucked into the mouth from the side.

The moment he put it into his mouth, Ma Fu felt the same as Chu Yunfeng. The warmth of the lard offset the hot soup, making it very soft.

Ma Fu instantly felt a warm feeling, which burst out from the bottom of his heart and spread throughout his body.

The pores all over the body open instantly, as if bathing in the spring sunshine, warm and peaceful.

The taste is similar to that of red oil. The taste is not as exciting as red oil, but it has a more peaceful and leisurely feeling.

Ma Fu seldom tasted lard, and he didn't know where this particularly warm aroma came from, and thought it was the smell of broth.

Without the stimulation of red oil, the flavor of the broth is more easily reflected.

Although Ma Fu likes the aroma of red oil very much, it does not affect his love for clear soup.

After all, when I didn't come into contact with red oil, the taste was always very bland.

Dough, meat filling, stock, lard, a collection of four different ingredients, each reflecting their characteristics in the mouth.

Springy, tender, fresh and moist, they are intertwined and influence each other, making Ma Fu very satisfied.

Just when he was about to swallow it, Ma Fu suddenly blinked and stopped moving in his mouth.

What did it smell like just now?
Ma Fu found that he suddenly tasted a vague fragrance just now, which was inexplicable and unexplainable.

But it is this faint taste that adds a new level of fragrance to the entire mouth.

It was this feeling that he clearly tasted it, but couldn't seem to catch it and didn't know where it was, which made Ma Fu a little bit unable to stop.

After squirming a few more times in his mouth, he didn't find that fragrance. Ma Fu was a little confused. Could it be an illusion just now?

But my intuition is not wrong, it must have that kind of fragrance.

So Ma Fu immediately purified the food in his mouth and continued to try the next one.

The same goes for the second one. At the end of the meal, the aroma burst out, enhancing the taste of the entire mouth, but the next moment, it disappeared again...

What exactly is going on?

Ma Fu found that he had never encountered such a situation before. This was simply a provocation to his sensitive tongue.

No, I must grab it today and try out what kind of fragrance it is.

The third one was not caught...

The fourth one, I didn’t catch it…

The fifth one, I didn’t pay close attention...

Only the last one left...

What kind of fragrance is this? Why do I always feel like I can’t grasp it?

You know it's there, you pass by it, but you just can't catch it.

"Oh my God." Ma Fu suddenly sighed loudly, feeling extremely helpless.

Chu Yunfeng glanced at Ma Fu, wondering what was wrong with this guy and what it was like to eat well.

Sixth, I didn't catch it...

It's gone, and I can't catch it even if I want to.

Ma Fu shook his head regretfully. Of course, he was not disappointed with his hand, but with himself.

Unexpectedly, even my sharp tongue could not grasp it. What kind of fragrance is this?Is there anything you can't taste?
impossible……! ! !
Continuous failures have aroused Ma Fu's fighting spirit. He must catch it today, otherwise he will lose sleep.

Looking up, he found that Chu Yunfeng was doing nothing in the kitchen, and there was no one in the shop except himself.

I took a look at my watch and saw that it was already 11:30. Logically speaking, it should be lunch time, but why was there no one in the store?

"Boss Chu, it's almost noon, why hasn't anyone come to eat yet?" Ma Fu walked to the kitchen counter and asked Chu Yunfeng.

Uh~!Chu Yunfeng was a little embarrassed, what should I say?

Finally, after thinking about it, I realized there was nothing bad to say, so I just told the truth.

So Chu Yunfeng spread his hands and said, "Maybe it's because I don't have any publicity!"

"Oh, God, this is simply an insult to your cooking skills. How can you not share such delicious food?" Ma Fu said excitedly.

Before Chu Yunfeng could answer, Ma Fu rushed to say: "Leave this matter to me..."

(End of this chapter)